The land of Jiangzhou.
The entire sky was covered in a blood-red hue, these colors swirling and vibrating,
forming a massive whirlpool spanning thousands of kilometers in the sky.
Beneath the whirlpool were the deities and the grim skeletons.
The grim skeletons were at the bottom end of the whirlpool's path, their ghastly white bones slowly crawling with crimson blood,
even the hollow eyes turning a deep red!
A wisp of Zhang Fusheng's spiritual will was embedded within the skeleton, maneuvering and controlling this structure,
he could clearly feel that his own spiritual will was also stained with crimson blood.
The voice of the deities reverberated across the land:
"In my name."
The tumultuous Jiangzhou heaven and earth suddenly fell silent, the winds ceased, the clouds extinguished, even the rumbling of the whirlpool that hid the sky was subdued at this moment.
Only the solemn voice of the Divine Spirit remained.
"In my name, I decree."
