After the Thunder Light and the raging Qi Force Energy dispersed, the Qi Mechanism of heaven and earth still remained in a state of chaotic turmoil.
Strands of scattered remnant Will diffused in all directions, unseen and intangible, yet like some kind of radiation shrouding this whole region, spreading a terrifying Spiritual Wave that muddled mind and numbed spirit.
The Ten Thousand Year Tears Spring seemed to have evaporated out of thin air by a portion, shortened by a whole level; all around, the surrounding mountains and forests were littered with shattered rocks and trees felled at all angles, a scene of utter devastation.
Jiang Dali still stood where he was, his whole Body covered in black-gold patterns, fine currents of air on the surface violently agitated; the terrifying, oppressive aura around him had weakened somewhat, and the Illusion Soul Power behind him that had condensed into a gigantic golden Iron Fist also waned, its light dimming.
