31 - The Eldest Martial Sister Gave Up Treatment

### Chapter 8: Tears of the Moon upon the Vast Sea The crumbling domain of the departed included the altar, the supporting pillars of the palace, the dome, the rock layers, the dark rivers, the Bronze Valley, and even the Begonia Spring Court… "What is happening?" The female cultivator who had just stepped through the palace doors halted abruptly. A door that she had once struggled to move now showed fine cracks. The ground quaked, and bits of debris continued to fall from above. One particularly large piece seemed destined to strike the Ghost who was walking ahead. "Dodge quickly!" Her voice was filled with urgency. Fortunately, Ghost, transformed into flames, proved to be swifter than she anticipated. Like a fluttering fire butterfly, he swayed left and right, miraculously avoiding any contact with the falling debris. The female cultivator's mouth hung slightly open. "How did he do that?" Despite losing his sight and his divine soul senses through burning, could Ghost have other "eyes"? Hurriedly, she followed him, this time not allowing him to stray too far ahead. Stopping simultaneously five hundred feet from the altar, they both seemed drawn by an inexplicable force. "What is that…" The female cultivator raised her head. She spotted Bai Lian seated atop a gigantic rock, floating in mid-air. But soon, her attention was seized by the bizarre spectacle at the entrance to the Netherworld Path. Strange green luminescence formed indecipherable sigils, at the center of which lay the unconscious Lord of the Underworld. And in front of it all, the once untouchable Jiang Jing was rendered immobile, bound tightly by countless black chains. A shadow, shrouded in eerie green light, its true visage obscured, raised a massive claw and slowly drove it into the back of Jiang Jing's head. "Ahhhhh—" A piercing scream tore through the palace. Immediately, an ancient and terrifying aura spread outwards. Even the female cultivator, who once possessed divine power, succumbed, collapsing to her knees under the oppressive force. "What on earth is this?" Her body trembled uncontrollably, devoid of any strength. All she saw was a black fog emanating from the Netherworld Path, enveloping Jiang Jing, whose body twisted and expanded to unimaginable proportions, doubling, tripling, and ceaselessly growing. In a daze, she beheld a vision of three thousand realms revolving around Jiang Jing, with countless divine beings and demons in attendance—some kneeling in song, others prostrate, making Jiang Jing appear like the supreme deity ruling over life and death itself! "Could this be a Celestial Sovereign?" She bit down hard on her lip. Celestial Sovereigns, conquerors of worlds, had the power to reverse time's flow with a single flick and obliterate countless worlds. They were forbidden. They were legend. The supreme lords ranked just below those who had integrated the Pathless Law of Emptiness—near the shores of immortality. Dominating the heavens, their might omnipresent! Should a Celestial Sovereign truly descend, nothing could stand in his way! The question was: Why was there such a congregation of reincarnated powers in this realm of East God Continent? Amidst her thoughts, a deep, ancient voice echoed from the transformed Jiang Jing. It was a voice seemingly transcending the ages. "When I return from the Nether, I shall ascend the rivers of time and slay all heretics!" Nearly terrified to the point of losing control, the female cultivator was overwhelmed. There was no chance. An opponent of such strength couldn't be fought. She shouldn't have recklessly returned to this palace; now, her fate seemed sealed.