Three Thousand Realms lie in tranquility.
The realm gates slowly open.
In the Nine States, stars fall, corpses lie everywhere, rivers of blood flow.
"It's over."
"The Nine States are finished."
...
Looking at the giant world of the Nine States, which stood at the top of the Heavenly Dao Mirror's platform with points reaching two billion, everyone knew that this world destined for perfection in just two years was doomed.
"One point for Rashamon Venerable, ten points for Rashamon King, a thousand points for Rashamon Monarch..."
Xiu Yang sighed softly.
He knew very well that these two billion points couldn't have come entirely from Rashamon Venerable and Rashamon King; there must have been Rashamon Monarchs involved.
Given the Nine States' deep foundation, slaying Rashamon Monarchs was child's play.
After all, the Nine States have two supreme beings of the Divine clan.
But as soon as the eight Supremes from the Upper Realm descended, they sealed the fate of the Nine States.
