The entire celestial palace was rapidly crumbling, as the spatial laws of the plateau unraveled into chaos. The environment was collapsing, and the punishing rays that once lashed out at the sky abruptly ceased, creating a disturbing imbalance. The Yellow Springs River, a symbol of life and energy, vanished and swept away to an unknown location. The vital Qi of the surroundings was swiftly drained, leaving a desolate void.
Lian remained atop the mountain, watching the now-transformed island before his eyes. The sky was gloomy, and the air was thick with palpable tension. His brows were furrowed, reflecting the deep conflict consuming him.
As he gazed upon the ominous landscape, Lian felt the dark whispers of the voice still echoing in his mind. Yet, something about the mysterious presence of the voice didn't seem malicious.
