C1948 Tathagata and Meng Shenji(1)

The cold wind was peculiar, leaving death in its wake. Ancient beings from a bygone era, each incredibly powerful, comparable to Immortal Kings or even Immortals of later times, fell silently before it. The sky itself seemed terrifying.

If the sky was this frightening, then what about the Yellow Sky that replaced it? How terrifying must it be? Chen Ping couldn't imagine