บท 1548: Promise in the Storm (1)

From this moment on, the sky of the Wanggu was shrouded in a layer of smoke.

It was the smoke of the human world, the human realm of the human race.

It was the Sword Holding Great Emperor's sword intent that painted it with its hue.

He had fought for thirty years for all living beings in Wanggu.

Of course, it was only the mortal beings who felt it.

For the gods, this was just a war between cultivators and had nothing to do with Them.

Some of Them chose to interfere because They didn't want Their incense offerings to diminish.

For example, the three gods of the Flame Moon were one of them.

There was no god who was like the Empress.

Moreover, the gods who chose to absorb the incense offerings of the Wanggu races were only a portion of the gods in the entire Wanggu.

Most of the gods were sleeping in Their own places.

They didn't make a move.

At the end of the day, this war between cultivators was all a game.