Chaos

An Di was still standing in the distance, his gaze fixed on the looming chaos. The river's blood stained the ground red. The entire area was engulfed in flashes of light and darkness.

Even the Heavens mourned the loss of life. The entire sky was obscured by black clouds, and thunder rumbled as the rain began to fall heavily.

Even though the Blue Phoenix sealed this world, it could not contain the Heavens' eyes.

But no one was affected by the Heavens' grief; the greed and allure of obtaining the fruitful opportunity blinded everyone.

Nobody cared whether it was the Demons or the Humans. Everyone had one goal in mind: to climb the stairs and seize the opportunity.

Duan Ling Tian, in the form of the Old Beggar, continued to slaughter the cultivators with a frantic expression on his face.

The most surprising thing that happened was that no one could ascend the stairs because there was a thin layer of the membrane at the bottom of the stairs that was stopping everyone.