The once towering Tianji Ridge, piercing the heavens, had now become a vast abyss, ripping through the Tianyu Battlefield. No one knew what had transpired, but from within that bottomless chasm, an endless torrent of destiny’s power erupted like a final, desperate gasp of this dying world. Yet, within that torrent, there was sorrow—an unspeakable, soul-wrenching grief. When the eruption ceased, it would signify the battlefield’s utter demise, leaving nothing but desolation in its wake. That surging torrent, like the last blood of this world, carried no resistance—only resignation. A waterfall of fate cascaded in reverse, soaring skyward. In the vast expanse above, the Balance of the Heavens had emerged, its presence now unmistakably clear. And it trembled. The weighing pans on either side flickered with a strange radiance, shifting ever so slightly as if fate itself hesitated. Moon Xiaoqian and her companions had just approached the abyss when they noticed that a group of extrate...