The bloodrain, finally halted.
The gray raindrops slowly evaporated in the void, turning into wisps of gray-white fog, dispersing deep within the chaos.
The stars and worlds, tainted by the raindrops, now carried a faint aura of sorrow, as if mourning for the fallen immortal.
Yet, the scene of heaven and earth grieving, will eventually dissipate.
The order of chaos will repair itself, and the wounds of the great Tao will slowly heal.
Only one thing, is difficult to smooth over in a short period—
Fear.
Fear of the Immortal Divine Tribulation.
"The Blood Sun God Master has truly fallen—"
Deep within the chaos, in an ancient cavern, a figure shrouded in the dust of time slowly opened his eyes.
His eyes were muddy, with reflections of stars' extinction and world's collapse deep within his pupils. He had lived for far too long, so long that he had forgotten which era he was born into.
He stayed at this level for no less than thirteen trillion years.
