The butterfly flitted away gently like a ripple, no one dared to comment on it. All they knew was that this Semi-Ancestral being, whose spiritual realm was infinitely close to the Ancestral God, seemed to have deciphered a mystery of Heaven and Earth.
Lost Paradise was still brimming with exquisite immortality flowers in full bloom. The green Divine Trees were vibrant with life, giving off an air of infinite vitality.
However, the flourishing scene came to an abrupt halt near the Heavenly Stele. A hundred-yard radius was a glaring contrast where the grass was dyed red with fresh blood, and scattered limbs were strewn everywhere.
Misty blood wafted, numerous influential figures who once dominated the Continent and shocked countless generations fell one after another. The hundred yards of grassland became their graveyard, their fragmented bodies an image of desolation.
