Chapter 303: The Battle of Dao Hearts, a Red Butterfly's Lament

The Rain Celestial Realm was a world of perpetual decay. Shattered continents drifted through a void that had once been a sky, and the mournful cry of the celestial wind was the only sound in the eternal twilight. At the edge of a crumbling landmass, near a vortex that served as an exit, Wang Lin stood silently. His white robes were unstained, but his presence seemed to merge with the surrounding desolation. His mind was a placid lake, but deep beneath the surface, the image of a single name,...