As the experts of the Northern Desert Leng Family retreated in disgrace, the bone-chilling cold and clouds of despair that had shrouded the Heavenly Profound Continent for months were completely wiped away, as though by an invisible hand.
Sunlight poured down without obstruction, illuminating the survivors in Myriad Manifestations Square, who were overwhelmed with excitement after surviving the catastrophe.
Lin Langtian slowly descended from the sky, his feet touching the ground of the square, which still bore traces of frost and cracks.
The terrifying pressure around him, which had previously been like that of a Primordial Beast when facing enemies, had completely withdrawn. All that remained was a steady, profound presence that put others at ease.
His gaze immediately fell upon the three women who, disregarding their own injuries, stood watching him closely with reddened eyes.
"Langtian..." Ling Qingzhu was the first to step forward. The strength she had forcibly maintained finally crumbled on her cold, breathtaking face, turning into sparkling tears in her eyes.
Her lips moved as though she had a thousand things to say, but in the end, they became only a soft call filled with endless longing, worry, and relief.
The resolve to die that she had shown moments ago had now transformed entirely into the vulnerability and tenderness of someone who had found something to lean on.
Lin Langtian's heart trembled. He stepped forward and opened his arms, gently pulling into his embrace the wife who had accompanied him the longest—cool and graceful as bamboo, yet unyielding within.
He could feel the slight trembling of her body, as well as the weakness that had nearly drained her dry after maintaining the formation and fighting powerful enemies.
He said nothing. He merely tightened his arms slightly and slowly sent a stream of gentle, pure Primordial Power