The celestial blood descends.
Gu Qingyang has already experienced it once, so the current spectacle is not unfamiliar to him.
However—
This time the descent of celestial blood is vastly different from the previous one.
"Father God, why do I feel an inexplicable sadness!"
"Evergreen is right, such a feeling we cannot suppress..."
The voices of the Evergreen Ancient Tree and other ancient trees now come, filled with shock and an undeniable sorrow.
Born with intelligence, these ancient trees have little emotion, only immense respect for their creator, Gu Qingyang.
But now the sadness surging from their hearts leaves the Evergreen Ancient Tree and the others utterly surprised.
Upon hearing this.
Gu Qingyang remained silent.
To the beings like the Evergreen Ancient Tree, the wave of sadness seems to arise inexplicably, without a trace to follow.
But in Gu Qingyang's eyes, he sees a completely different scene.
The azure sky shattered.
The Heavenly Dao collapsed.
