Beneath the vast sky,
Although the catastrophe of Bo Xun has passed, Yi Chen, surveying from high above, sees that the earth is still a ravaged landscape of scars, its previously lush greenery nowhere in sight, replaced by a barren yellow and broken terrain.
In just these few hours, countless members of the Human Race have perished in this disaster.
Even with Yi Chen's timely intervention, pulling back from the brink, the tragedy of the Human Realm would have been tenfold, a hundredfold worse.
Such is the fate of ordinary people, drifting with the tide, ever awaiting the pity of fate.
Above in the high heavens, as the Great Qin State Preceptor, who has newly acquired one billion and fifty million Deep Red Points, looks upon the desolate scene below, where no chickens crow for miles and white bones are exposed, he can't help but sigh deeply, a sense of sorrow for his kind instantly overwhelming him, even diminishing the joy of his gains.
