The blood moon spanned the sky, as meteors descended upon the world.
Such a grand event naturally drew the attention of the world.
Dragon Tiger Mountain was the ancestral court of the Celestial Master Dao, reaching high into the clouds, towering above all.
At this moment, atop the golden summit of Dragon Tiger Mountain, a gaunt Daoist sat cross-legged, watching the blood moon with an expression of bitter sorrow. He raised his hand and cast out nine thunder dragons to meet the largest of the blood meteors streaking across the night sky.
In the end, both the thunder dragons and the meteors perished.
Yet the number of thunder dragons was limited, and how could they be compared to the thousand or more large and small blood meteors? Like a cup of water attempting to put out a cartload of burning hay, it was utterly futile.
