The rustle of iron chains faded away with the wails of the Bad Wind, gradually vanishing between heaven and earth. The remnant body of Divine Lord Tian Wu also dissipated without a trace.
At the center of the Bad Wind World, within the millions of li covered by that treasure tree, the Bad Wind's dead aura scattered in all directions. The gray-white treasure tree, with half its crown broken, seemed to have finally found a chance to catch its breath.
Dots of sparkling white light began to shimmer across the thick, sky-reaching trunk of the entirely gray-white tree. Countless rays surged forth like torrents toward the shattered crown. As the points of light merged into it, the broken branches began to grow anew, intertwining until they recovered their original form.
The instant the crown was fully repaired, wisps of pure qi burst forth from within the mere nine-inch azure divine light, filling every direction. They swept away all the gloomy and turbid qi, propping up the only Pure Land within this Bad Wind World.
Yet at that moment, Jiang Sheng and the other three who had rushed into the nine-inch azure divine light were nowhere to be seen.
"Tianwu, Tianwu, eight heads facing the wind."
"Solemn Boyi, trailing tenfold tails."
Boundless chaos stretched out, with no light from sun or sky. Within that void, Jiang Sheng slowly opened his eyes, then sensed the emptiness and desolation of heaven and earth.
At that moment, chaos had yet to open, heaven and earth had yet to form. There was only a hazy, ethereal void, and absolute silence reigned.
Suddenly, Jiang Sheng seemed to sense something. It was the voice of a child chanting a poem, along with the wisps of breeze drawn forth by that chanting.
The breeze brushed past, bringing scorching