The sky over the Eastern Region was a chaotic tapestry of bruised violet and charcoal grey, illuminated sporadically by the dying flickers of the celestial tribulation.
And at this moment, Lu Xinglan moved like a streak of lavender light, her heart hammering against her ribs with a rhythmic terror.
She was the Pope, a sovereign of this land, and she could not simply stand by as a monster forged in the blood of its own kin ascended to a realm that defied mortal understanding.
However, before she could reach the epicentre of the disturbance, a sudden, oppressive chill permeated the air.
Amd at that moment, a figure appeared in her path with a speed that bypassed her Nirvana Rebirth senses—a woman with ash-pale skin, dark bat-like wings, and eyes that held the depth of an ancient abyss.
It was Shangguan Mu'er, and she stood suspended in the air, her presence acting as an immovable wall.
