In the skies above, the crimson and gold clouds of fire had turned dark. Amidst the sea of flames were countless twisted baleful souls, as if the entire area had turned into a haven for them. The sky across the sun had been swallowed up by the darkness as if it was within the belly of a beast. No matter where one was in that world, they could hear the howls and cries of the baleful souls, sending chills down their spines and goosebumps across their skin. The world seemed to have been grasped by pure resentment. Even the surface of the Ninedragon Imperial Tomb was plastered with a large number of baleful souls, their twisting, ethereal forms anchoring themselves on the ship as they shrieked in the strong wind and flaming rain.

"Die, die! All shall die!"

Even Tianming...