At the peak of Kunlun Mountain, the gates of the Immortal Sect closed and soon vanished.
The people of Xiazhou City witnessed this scene, their expressions varied and emotions complex.
The Barbarian Lord and Emperor Qian were dead.
The Dao Sect fled the scene, their fate unknown, and Chen Tang had also left.
There was joy in their hearts, yet mixed with a few worries.
No one knew what lay behind those gates of the Immortal Sect.
The crowd was concerned both for Chen Tang's safety and the possibility he might never return.
An hour passed, then two hours...
Soon, night descended.
On the peak of Kunlun Mountain, silence prevailed, with no sign of movement.
The earth-shattering battle of the day seemed as though it had never occurred.
The gates to the city lowered as Yuan Qingmo and his party returned from Kunlun Mountain.
"How is it?"
Qingmu and others hurried to greet them.
