As Mother withered away, heaven and earth fell silent for a time.
Countless eyes looked up at the sky, their gazes fixed upon that figure.
The gray mist dispersed from the sky, and dawn broke through the night. When the first ray of light in months pierced the firmament, many people burst into tears.
Lu Li felt the sunlight shining over him and could not help but sigh. He flicked the blood from his blade, sheathed Prison Demon, then stepped down from the heavens.
He did not respond to the crowd's stares, nor did he address humanity. He merely walked quietly back toward the tribe's settlement, yet he had become an eternal legend.
In the wilderness, the surviving humans embraced one another amid cheers, while the remaining aberrations looked around in confusion.
With the fall of the first and strongest aberration, these strange creatures born in later ages could not truly control all humanity.
Especially when the Human King had just slain the ancestor of the aberrant creatures—what could ordinary aberrations like them possibly do?
The human side was not busy celebrating alone. The families that had first followed Aizen in rebellion had already issued orders to begin the final sweep through the wilderness.
Even when they encountered mental-type aberrations, they would most likely face nothing but death. But they also knew that they could not leave everything to the Human King. Otherwise, people like them would be completely useless.
As long-standing rulers, the members of these families were still young, yet they were highly sensitive to power. They believed that by joining the uprising and following the Human King, they had entered the New Era. But the power structure of the New Era would inevitably be reshuffled as well.
If they wished to maintain a relatively high position, they