As the Demon Abyss collapsed, the light from the distant Star of the Celestial Abyss spread forth. Though swift, this light now resembled a slow tide, rolling in waves and gradually seeping into this long-darkened land.
However, bathed in this brilliance, in a moment that should have been exhilarating, An Jing was not overly excited.
Though the Platinum Armor had no expression, it gave an impression of deep thought and reminiscence.
Just moments ago, at the center of the now-destroyed Jade Kunlun, he conversed with the emissary of the Qilin Clan about some rather important matters.
"You, you are the Seven Fiend Tribulation Master, the one who severed the Dao and shattered the heavens!"
A while ago, within the gaseous core of Jade Kunlun, the nearly vanished Purple Qilin gazed in realization at the Platinum Armor standing with folded arms in front of it.
