Indeed, Long Ling remained expressionless upon hearing the news.
She had known all along that there was something wrong with that Refuge Harbor.
But she did not care.
The divinity of this Supreme God had completely overwhelmed her humanity, and she had no interest in these human squabbles. She simply hovered mid-air, her ink-black hair fluttering, casting a dense shadow over the barren scorched earth, like a demon dancing wildly.
Boom.
A faint sound of thunder.
Godly silhouettes vaguely emerged amidst the thunder and lightning in the sky.
That was the true form of the Ancestral God.
Between heaven and earth was filled with the breath of Dark Matter, and thick darkness gathered into spiraling clouds that at first glance looked like a nest harboring a calamity, with demons overlooking the earth from above. The fleeting intense light seemed to be their vertical pupils, ancient and austere.
This cycle of rebirth no longer held any meaning for Long Ling.
