C849 It Was a Mess

Once again, Ling Jue found something amiss in the Fifth Heaven of the Upper Sky race.

Above the Fifth Heaven, there was a thick rain of blood and foul wind. It was coming down from the Ninth Heaven, dyeing the clouds.

There were no Heavenly Soldiers guarding along the way, not even those immortal merchants who sold spirit artifacts.

Ling Jue was puzzled