Chapter 6436

The setting sun bled across the sky, staining the vast, barren wilderness of the Sixteenth Firmament crimson.

At the far edge of the horizon, Freevale’s outline grew smaller and smaller until it nearly disappeared.

Smoke still drifted above its shattered walls and ruined buildings, tangled with the stench of blood and burned flesh.

The collapsed main peak lay buried beneath mountains of broken stone.

Godsbane Fortress, once filled with cultivators and protected by countless layers of defenses, had become nothing more than a lifeless ruin. Only the mangled bodies of Resistance cultivators and shattered weapons remained scattered across the silent valley.

The wind swept over broken armor and torn banners, lifting blood-soaked dust into the air.