However, the living beings in the Mortal Realm and the Demon Realm knew nothing about the choice made by the Heavenly Dao.
They only saw the homelands they depended on for survival being devoured by monsters, and civilizations passed down through generations collapsing in the black fog. Those mortals struggling in the ruins, those cultivators making a last stand, and those demon generals stained with blood who refused to take half a step back—they were still fighting, still stubbornly believing that as long as they persevered, they would surely wait for the day when the dawn arrived.
The sky of the Netherworld had always been grey and gloomy, devoid of sun, moon, and stars, with only the eternal Netherworld light shrouding this kingdom of the dead. But at this moment, that gloom was being eroded by an even deeper darkness—black fog from another realm, writhing like a living creature and devouring everything in the Netherworld.
Chapter 108