The nine-story high platform stands alone, and the cold wind is rolling around and the clouds are lingering in the sky.
Yun Chu was dressed in plain white clothes and was alone on the high platform. Her divine power was completely exhausted. She slowly lowered her eyes and looked down at the crowds of people below the stage who were kneeling and worshiping.
Thousands of people knelt on the ground together, and the darkness was overwhelming. The sound shook the ruins of mountains and rivers, and penetrated the dead sky.
Countless eyes were blazing, with ultimate greed and determination, they were raising their arms and shouting loudly, the sound waves were layer upon layer, resounding throughout the three ruined realms, every word was crying blood, every word was heart-breaking——
"Please, Shen Yun!!!"
All the people petitioned for her death.
I pray that the last god in this world will die as a martyr and return to ruins, so that all living beings can survive.
Intention: The choice between justice and love is never up to one's own control