At that moment, a tremendous BOOM echoed across the world. All mortals and Foundation Establishment cultivators alike were suddenly overcome by an irrepressible wave of grief.
Heaven and Earth wept blood; all creation mourned in unison.
Immediately after, every Foundation-Stage Cultivator looked up in horror. High above the Foundation Establishment Realm, a small section of the vast, boundless Sea of Suffering was suddenly caving in.
The collapsing region pulsed with a thousand Illusionary Colors, weaving together to sketch out a wondrous scene of flourishing branches and the beams of great houses. It was a lush, sprawling forest, a veritable sea of trees. But as this land continued to fall and crumble, its once-vibrant branches withered and died.
And at the center of the Illusionary Colors was a lone figure.
"No—!"
A shrill, furious roar escaped the Daoist Court Grandmaster, thick with despair and indignation. 'Why me? What grudge do I have with any of you?'
