Ascension Mountain Peak.
The sky-filling divine thunder, a symbol of heavenly wrath, had already dissipated. However, the seven-colored golden mist from the Ascension Platform still lingered in the firmament, and the countless divine silhouettes continued to gaze down coldly upon the Mortal World.
Only within the cave had the commotion finally subsided.
The Holy Authority of the Saint from before had quietly faded away.
Such a scene couldn't help but raise doubts among the onlookers.
Had the act to Change Destiny succeeded, or had it failed?
"Did it succeed?"
Yun Qinghe and the others were all uncertain.
By common logic, if the Celestial Dao showed its displeasure, it meant they were on the verge of success nine times out of ten. But whether they would actually succeed still depended on luck.
The Celestial Dao Rules may be displeased, but the price was paid during the process itself. There would be no punishing Celestial Tribulation, no tangible harm.
