Tiandu Continent, dark clouds gathered, sun and moon devoid of light, heaven and earth surged.
Endless dark clouds covered the Cangqiong, hiding the sun and trapping the entire Tiandu Continent in darkness.
The native inhabitants of the continent were panicked, thinking the apocalypse was coming.
Especially the common folk among the mortals, they couldn't help but kneel down, trembling all over, worshipping the Divine, and bowing to Heaven, hoping for divine protection.
Yet, no one had time to attend to the prayers of the mortal people. At this moment, all Cultivators on the Tiandu Continent had been alerted, whether from the Heavenly and Myriads of Realms or the weaker native Cultivators of Tiandu, all gazing toward the center of the Tiandu Continent.
For there, suddenly, endless black mist surged into the sky, blotting out the sun with thunderstorms and an extremely sinister and cold aura.
"This is the aura of the Alien Race!"
