The Primal Chaos had become a battlefield of gods.
Mountains lay shattered, rivers ran red with blood, and the skies themselves wept with the remnants of shattered laws. The once-glorious lands of the four Expanses were now scarred by endless conflict, the earth torn asunder by the clashing of divine powers.
The Misty Cloud Sect's disciples—all formidable female cultivators—stood at the forefront of the war, their blades cutting down swathes of chaotic creatures. Their losses were heavy, but their resolve was unbroken.
Two hundred and sixty-one had already fallen, their names etched into the annals of the sect's history. Yet for every disciple lost, thousands of Chaos creatures were obliterated in return.
But the tides of war were shifting.
The ancient True Gods—those who had vanished after leaving the God Tomb—had reappeared. And they had chosen the side of chaos.
