The dust settled.
The illusory figure of the woman in the sky slowly dispersed. Mu Zi looked back and saw the "tears" welling from the skeleton's eye sockets, and melancholy rose in her heart.
Mu Zi could feel waves of surging emotion. Though faint, they were intense.
The chief culprit behind the destruction of the Great Desolate Sect had finally fallen before them today, witnessed by their own eyes.
Buzz! Buzz!
Rays of light drifted out from the skeletons and slowly hovered in the air. Within that light, indistinct figures gradually appeared.
Their faces could no longer be seen clearly, and their fluctuations were extremely weak, as if they might go out at any moment. Yet at this moment, they were very calm, and one after another, they bowed deeply toward Mu Zi, expressing their gratitude.
At the side, a look of relief could not help but appear in Black Eye's eyes. Facing Mu Zi, he then bowed to her in midair.
"You have slain the demon today. The Great Desolate Sect is eternally grateful."
Mu Zi looked at those blurred figures, a faint light in her eyes. Then, from her body, a special aura was released, as though it had crossed through the ages and resonated with those lights and shadows.
Mu Zi had cultivated the Great Desolate Sect's martial arts and had once witnessed the calamity that befell the Great Desolate Sect. In a way, she could be considered half a member of the Great Desolate Sect.
One figure after another seemed to sense something. They slowly straightened up and stared blankly at Mu Zi, feeling that familiar aura. A moment later, they all radiated a sense of comfort.
The Great Desolate Sect's long-cherished wish had, in the end, been fulfilled by someone of the Great Desolate Sect.