For a time, projections of the Heavenly Court and Spirit Mountain appeared once more in the void to the east and west of the Wasteland.
Compared to before, however, the projections now looked far more solid.
The sky filled with countless strange phenomena.
The Heavenly Court continuously showered the earth in golden light, like dazzling rain that stirred longing in the heart.
Meanwhile, Spirit Mountain constantly resounded with murmured sutras, solemn and majestic.
At this moment,
the Heavenly Court and Spirit Mountain had officially sounded the horn of their return.
There had been no delay, no painstaking planning. Everything had come so suddenly and without warning, even during the New Year, carrying an air of overwhelming force.
Wang Ye wore a grave expression as he floated in midair, frowning at everything before him.
Then, in a daze,
"Hell still stands. How dare you act so recklessly!"
A dilapidated projection of Hell, resembling ruins, barely manifested between the two.
Above Hell appeared Yang Yun's cold, unyielding face.
Even if everyone else left, as long as he remained, Hell remained.
One could say he had his own selfish motives, but how many saints were truly selfless?
At the very least, even now, Yang Yun had not forgotten his original aspirations. That alone was already rare and precious.
After all, not everyone could withstand the pressure of the Heavenly Court and Spirit Mountain for a thousand years while still remaining full of fighting spirit.
"Heh."
Seeing Hell appear, the old monk above Spirit Mountain merely chuckled. He did not respond, turning and leaving as he disappeared into the deep mountains.
Within the projection of the Heavenly Court, the Great Emperor of the North Pole also appeared.
However, the Great Emperor of the North Pole looked somewhat pale at the moment. Yet the aura