The scythe-like Nether moon hung in the sky, its purple moonlight immeasurably brilliant.
Bathed in the purple glow, within Without-Sun City, countless were kneeling in homage.
Many creatures, thronging in the streets and alleys, a dense and silent crowd, could not possibly glimpse the strange spectacle at the city's heart.
But at this moment, activated by the Sacred Embryo·Bliss Beast, an image of Mr. Ye, Ye Yanhuo, materialized in the mind of every being.
She was so old, and so pitiful.
Clearly a mighty 9th-rank powerhouse, she had faced some calamity and now could only lie flat on the ground, like a withered tree, so fragile that even the slightest touch might shatter her into dust.
"Thud! Thud! Thud!"
"Thud! Thud! Thud!"
"Thud! Thud! Thud!"
Tears trickled silently from the corners of the eyes, as the hushed city of Without-Sun echoed with uniformly precise sounds of prostration.
Ye Yanhuo laughed, fresh blood surged to her throat, but she swallowed it back down.
