The Divine Conferment had ended, and the world was in uproar.
Shi Hao had not expected such an ending, completely different from what he had imagined.
There was no earth-shattering battle, nor were there any heavens falling apart, only an undying being sweeping across all directions, capturing the cultivators who ignited divine flames and pressing forward relentlessly.
Everyone in the eight regions was discussing it. For the world, the impact of this turmoil was too great. Someone had actually captured all the Deities with methods against the natural order, truly unimaginable!
"Is this really how it ends? Too bland." Shi Hao stood in the imperial palace, speaking to the bright moon above, his words dripping with solitude.