The world is silent.
All the Sky Thunder has disappeared without a trace.
Sunshine bathes the earth, as if nothing ever took place.
But Phoenix Mountain lies in ruins.
The barren sight spanning tens of thousands of miles bears witness to Xu Wendong's Heavenly Tribulation.
However.
Xu Wendong's remains have long scattered in the winds, vanished into the world.
"Why did this happen?" a Human Race strongman sat directly on the ground, his face wax-yellow, eyes dull, giving an impression of lifelessness.
"He was so strong, yet why couldn't he overcome the Heavenly Tribulation?" an anguished voice from a Demon Race strong person revealed an indescribable sense of injustice and regret for Xu Wendong.
Mo Qilin looked at Bai Ze beside him with a complex gaze: "Didn't you say he would be unscathed? Yet why has he perished?"
Bai Ze sighed lightly: "I... I just chose to believe in him."
An oppressive atmosphere permeates the heavens and earth.
