The Forty-Eight Lower Realms were unusually silent this day.
Nearly every important person and even most peasants knew that this day marked the eve of the ten-year period of the Covenant. It came so quickly, but it blotted out the skies and shrouded their hearts in fear. Nearly every Realm Master was panicking in their hearts, seated on their thrones with solemn expressions on their faces.
It was unknown what the Divine Emperor of Death would actually do.
Although he claimed to be a pacifist, who would believe the words of an Anarchic Divergent?
Still, they had no choice but to prepare themselves and wait for the eventual doom of their entire power, just like how the Verdant Vale Sect was uprooted, the Ghostly Crow Clan and the Whispering Wildlands Peninsula were conquered.
"It's time we bid farewell."
