Ling Xian died.

His soul dispersed. His physical body decomposed. He could not be more dead.

The moment he passed away, the sky turned dimmer and darker and the clouds converged at an insane speed. They transformed into pouring rain and formed a cage around everything within a thousand miles.

The rain then started to pour. Every single drop of it was red. Fresh red like fresh blood.

At the same time, the cracked up ground was opening and closing automatically. Lotus after lotus began to grow. Every single one of the lotuses was black in color. Pitch black.

The two of them created a juxtaposition that was extremely eerie. It was as if the world was ending and everyone was about to be buried.

Because these two weird phenomenons covered areas of thousands of miles, many cultivators saw this strange image!

Then, everyone fell into astonishment!

There was no rain in the Taoism world. Even if the clouds filled the sky and even if thunders cry, not even half a drop