The rain over the Zulu Wilderness finally stopped.
The Zulu Plain, soaked in blood and corpse gas for countless ages, miraculously revived with a faint hint of life after the cleansing of a torrential downpour.
The scent of the earth, mingled with a faint smell of blood, wafted through the humid air.
Above the sky, the thick clouds of calamity had been completely dispersed by the supreme Dao might at the moment when the Nine Immortals of the Chan Sect decapitated Jiang Chen, revealing a clear and washed azure Heavenly Vault.
A ray of golden sunlight pierced through the clouds, casting its warmth and holiness over this land scarred by disaster, bestowing a sacred glow upon the earth that had survived the tribulation.
Xuanyuan climbed back onto his chariot, quietly staring in the direction where Chiyou had departed, speechless for a long time.
On his heroic face, there was no joy or sorrow, only an abyssal calmness.
"Common Lord."
