Even until his death, Wu Xiankui never truly understood the real significance of the generations-long challenge between the Qingshan sect and the Royal Family.
"I understand."
The Grand Ancestor Xu vanished from the well's mouth, and the sinking sunset of the whole world rose again, the golden sunlight illuminating the earth.
Zhao Douan lifted his head and saw the small town begin to disappear, followed by one village after another.
In the end, this world was left with only the fiery red banyan tree extending countless branches like innumerable silk threads.
A spinning Green Lotus rose from the center of his brow.
The Dragon Essence from the tree and the Qingyun above his head converged toward him.
Three flowers gather at the peak, five energies return to the source.
...
...
It was dawn.
At the edge of Mubei Forest.
A lone tent was pitched on the ground.
The campfire outside the tent had already extinguished.
