In just three breaths, everyone from the Divine Sun Palace lay dead. Only the Heavenly Origin Sect's, the Azure Crimson Gate's, and the Indigo Cloud Gate's upper echelons remained, but their faces were ashen with despair.0

They had considered many possible strategies, but their odds of defeating Liu Wuxie were nearly zero. They had lost thoroughly.0

Mu Tianli and the others could barely bear to watch. The fallen had once been comrades—fellow cultivators who had fought beside them through countless battles. Yet now, all they could do was watch them fall, a heavy, indescribable weight settling in their hearts.0

It wasn't sympathy but rather an inability to understand why they had believed Bai Jin's words blindly.0

"Fight! Even in death, we have to die with dignity!" Bai Jin drew his weapon. They would rather perish by Liu Wuxie's blade than suffer the humiliation of taking their own lives.0

Countless Memory Talismans hovered above the island, silently recording every moment. This day would not be forgotten—even after thousands of years, it would be revisited in history and legend.0

"Fight!" The Heavenly Origin Sect's elders stood up and charged toward Liu Wuxie alongside their sect master.0

"Frost...0