The battle between Taixian Shenyuan and Xuanyuan Renzun ultimately ended with Xuanyuan Renzun's victory. Xuanyuan Renzun slew Taixian Shenyuan until he was reduced to ashes and smoke, and Taixian Shenyuan did not revive to fight again.
Afterward, Xuanyuan Renzun stood alone in that shattered void, gazing upward, as though looking toward the unseen, illusory Blue Sky in the darkness beyond.
This final battle of the Sons of Heaven had lasted a full day and night. For those of their realm, that counted as brief, and Zhuang Xian still watched with a lingering hunger for more.
Though most of the time, he could not make out the details of the two Sons of Heaven's battle, he still watched with keen relish, as if witnessing the evolution of a myth.
Gu An took the Seven Stars Mirror into his hand, and the image suspended before them dispersed with it.
He rose to his feet and stretched lazily.
Zhuang Xian hurriedly stood as well, looking at Gu An nervously.
Was it time to cultivate next?
As for the founding master personally teaching him, he was both expectant and nervous. He was afraid of disappointing the founding master, because among his peers, he had never been the one with the highest comprehension. His talent even seemed somewhat mediocre when set against the other disciples of his generation.
Gu An looked at Zhuang Xian and said with a smile, "I will only teach it once. How much you can comprehend will depend entirely on your own fortune."
These words made Zhuang Xian even more nervous, and he could only nod carefully.
Sunlight passed through the bamboo grove and fell across the two of them. Everything seemed so peaceful, revealing the beauty of tranquil years and quiet days.
The struggle of the Sons of Heaven