In an island that seemed to be hovering in the sky, there was an extremely exaggerated structure lavishly constructed with countless precious resources, which would usually be the main income of ordinary forces.
Now it was being used just for its construction. There was even a plaque with the sign "Divine Human Sect" written on it.
There was a tall tower that towered over all the structures, even more luxurious and extravagant than all the others.
At the top of the tower, there was an old granny who was slowly meditating on a cushion.
Suddenly, her brows knotted in a frown.
"Sky is dead," she muttered with a strange light flashing in her eyes.
"According to Luck, it shouldn't be like that. Sigh, relying on luck to divine a future is like not dividing the future at all."
The woman's gaze was deep as she looked in a certain direction, as if she could see through all this constraint and at the cleaved corpse of Greater Lord Sky.
