Xie Tian has left.
The Indeterminate Realm, having lost the Indeterminate Qiankun Map, has become a space filled with a chilling murderous aura.
The ceremonial high platform is gone.
Yet, the Daoist Ancestors seem to be trapped in the spectacle of the future realm lord choosing a husband, continuing to sit in a half-squatting, suspended posture.
The world, vast and boundless.
The wind of slaughter, solemn and loud.
In the distance, anger cries, screams, and mournful wails birthed from slaughter occasionally emerge.
But all the activities of the heavens and earth along the line cannot shatter the inner calm of countless miles nor expel the image of Xie Tian from their minds.
Perhaps it's because Dongfang Mingzhu, the realm lord of the Indeterminate Realm, was defeated too quickly...
Perhaps it's because Xie Tian, having claimed ultimate victory, left too unpredictably...
Everyone continues to explore the facets of this heaven-defying act in their bewilderment.
