The gods of Qingwu Divine Court had died.0

There was no bloodshed, nor were they wounded in any way. Their bodies were perfectly intact.0

But their life force had vanished!0

The silver-robed man sighed and said, “In just a few more years, the Dark Days of Legend will be upon us, and the lives of gods will be no more valuable than blades of grass. Dying early means knowing peace sooner. You won’t have to endure the bitterness of the upcoming upheaval.”2

With that, he walked up, gathered the corpses, and built them a tomb, complete with a grave marker for each of the dead.0

On the tomb, he wrote, “I beg of you, do not seek to avenge them. If you make any more innocents die by my hand, I’ll have an even guiltier conscience.”2

The silver-robed man gazed intently at the text for a few moments before running his fingers through his long, disheveled hair and letting out a heartfelt grin.0

“I honor you in death. Rest in peace.”0

With that, he waved to the tomb, turned, took a single step forward, and vanished into thin air.0

Nine new graves now stood amidst the ruins of the Celestial Yao Mountains. This scene seemed incomparably strange,...0