The illusion shattered, and Mu Zi's mind returned.
At that moment, she was still holding the posture of throwing a punch, while waves of discussion came from around her.
"What is she doing? Can she test again or something?"
"No idea. Maybe that's what geniuses are like. A genius's thoughts aren't something we can understand."
Mu Zi's heart stirred slightly. It seemed that after she had entered the illusion, only an instant had passed in the outside world.
Thinking back to the catastrophe she had witnessed in the illusion, everything felt like a lifetime ago.
She raised her head and looked up at the Square Ancient Tablet before her. The passage of time had left its mark all over the tablet.
From the mottled scars carved into it, there seemed to emanate a faint sorrow that had not dispersed even after ages, telling those who came later of those years filled with blood and tears.
"Great Desolate."
Mu Zi's emotions were somewhat complicated, ripples flickering through her eyes.
Having personally lived through that stretch of history and gone to her death alongside the disciples of the Great Desolate Sect, she felt as though she were the sole survivor of that ancient sect, crossing ten thousand years to arrive in later generations and witness the ruins of the Great Desolate Sect.
Grief and a smile surfaced in Mu Zi's eyes at the same time. She knew that the Great Desolate Sect had not been destroyed. Through the united efforts of the entire sect, they had ultimately succeeded in wiping out all the invading Yimo.
Even the peerlessly arrogant Nine Kings Hall had been sealed by Black Eye Old Man at the cost of his life inside the space of the Great Desolate Ancient Tablet.
Although the people of the Great Desolate