Ni Luo passed away, surrounded by his closest relatives.
The moment his breath faded, it was as if something invisible snapped across the entire Heaven Rending Dynasty. A heavy, suffocating gloom descended over the empire, spreading from the imperial capital to the most distant border towns. The sky remained overcast for days, as if even the heavens were reluctant to part with him.
From nobles to commoners, from seasoned warriors to frail elders, every single resident stepped out of their homes to mourn. Streets were lined with white cloth and incense smoke. Bells tolled slowly, each chime echoing like a heartbeat coming to a halt.
Most of them remembered.
