Mo Yang stared at the blood-stained piece of cloth, vaguely feeling as if he were catching glimpses of scenes left behind from the past. At that moment, a hallucination seemed to overcome him, and he fancied he saw that very cloth once wrapping the corpse of a Great Emperor as it plummeted from the high heavens to land right here.
Yet now, nothing remained in this place save for a solitary blood-stained cloth; that corpse had long since vanished without a trace.
Mo Yang stood frozen in place, for a moment unable to believe it. Could it be that a Great Emperor had truly fallen here—that powerhouses hailed as invincible in this world had actually met a violent death in such a place?
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