Half a day left until the Divinity was killed.
Night retreated as dawn came.
A crimson sun slowly rose as its million rays of light illuminated the world.
Flocks of birds flew in the sky, cawing sorrowfully as they did.
They seemed to have noticed the start of the war so they were hurriedly running away.
A heavy and deep sound of a war horn resounded across the air.
Oooo-----oooooo----
The rumble of the warhorn proliferated thousands of miles, calling the remaining human cultivators to gather and once again regroup at the frontlines.
Gu Qing Shan silently stood among the ruins of the floating island, listening to the sound of the horn.
He already read through the war reports of this campaign and committed every last detail to heart.
At dawn, the Divinities left their respective Divine Palaces and headed to the frontlines to participate in the war.
