Seeing that the Primordial Heavenly Venerate had truly fallen, and completely at that, spirit and body annihilated, without even leaving behind a remnant soul, everyone inevitably felt a sense of mourning for another's plight. There was even a feeling of disbelief. Although those present had come with the intention of utterly destroying the Taoist Sect today, witnessing the death of a great master like the Primordial Heavenly Venerate right before their eyes, each person felt introspective.
How then for themselves, if even the Primordial Heavenly Venerate, someone at the peak of the Half-step Great Path Realm, had fallen? Who might be the next to perish? In this chaotic world of strife, just how many deaths would it take to bring it all to an end? War, always war—if there are people, there will be wars, and with wars come death. This is the unchanging truth of the world. Even they, who had long transcended the confines of this world, could not escape this fate.