Mo Hua's expression became solemn.
Ever since he had seen the heavenly thunder and the Immortal Patterns, he would often gaze at the sky.
Although he couldn't see anything, he could faintly sense a subtle breath from the heavens, just like the Taoist Meaning of the earth.
Every time he looked up at the sky, he could feel the Heavenly Dao's strength, constantly thriving and never ceasing.
But now, he could no longer sense this implication.
It was as if something was blocking it.
Mo Hua looked up, his gaze intently fixed on the sky, and after a moment, his pupils shuddered as he murmured,
"They are coming..."
Aunt Xue suddenly felt a palpitation and abruptly looked up, only to see the originally clear blue sky suddenly surged with a tide of blood from the horizon!
A blood-red Soul Banner, like a tide, blocked the sun, slowly drawing together from the horizon, spreading, and covering over...