บท 462: A New World

Rowan appeared above what remained of the battlefield between him and the Crocodile god Dao Ma. It had been simply decimated.

Because of their clash, the space around this place was no longer stable, the energies that were here were simply chaotic, filled with poisonous miasma and many other powers and this area was rapidly transforming into a danger zone.

Their battle had spawned an area where Aether had begun to thrive, and with the remnants of the Eternal Flower that had once graced this location, the changes that may happen here could not be known.

Most importantly, a god had died here, such an event would leave a mark on every single thing that was in this area, as the despair of Dao Ma was soaked into every stone, into every single metal, blood, bone, and even reality itself. If you listened, you could hear his cries of rage and sorrow, and beneath that cries was a cold silence.

That silence was Rowan's growing Aura.