A group of people in green robes with a large sun emblazoned on the front were running through a thick forest. They were running for their lives. They rode on their swords and channeled all their immortal qi. These people were from the Fallen Sun Guild. Their clothes were covered with blood and their faces with a fear so deep it could never be erased. They cut through the forest with everything they could. They could hear the screams coming from the back, and the best they could do was run away. For those on the immortal path, allowing fear to take over their minds was the first step towards bedevilment, and yet, at this moment, none of them cared about their life principles and philosophies. All that mattered was survival, and for it, they were willing to risk it all. After what they had seen, they understood that life was the only thing they needed to think about. All their principles regarding good and evil no longer mattered.