Above the heavens, cracks crisscrossed like an interwoven spiderweb.
The Gold Spirit Secret Realm lay in utter ruin, with collapsed mountains and rivers everywhere.
Those Wraith Spirits who had escaped death all trembled, still gripped by terror.
Blessing Mountain had also collapsed by more than half, its various buildings reduced to rubble across the ground.
More than a dozen Eternal Sources floated in the air, resplendent and dazzling in a riot of colors.
They had been left behind after the cultivators of Fire Dragon Temple, Azure Bird Palace, and the Eternal God Race Yu Clan perished.
Because their cultivation levels differed, the auras of those Eternal Sources varied greatly as well.
Some treasures still lay scattered across the ground, glimmering with light.
The Gold Spirit Old Demon stood there blankly, his expression vacant.
Qin Suqing pressed her lips together, her gaze dazed.
Luan Yunzhong stared fixedly at the tall, upright figure in the distance.
Clad in azure robes, he brimmed with the vigorous vitality of a youth and held an ink treasure rolled into a scroll.
He merely stood there, plain and unadorned, without the slightest overbearing or arrogant air.
Yet who would have believed that just moments ago, this very young man had stepped forward and, laughing and chatting, slaughtered his enemies and turned the tide?
With a sweep of Su Yi's sleeve, he collected all of the Eternal Sources within it.
He turned and walked over to the Gold Spirit Old Demon.
"I could understand killing people to silence them and cutting the grass by the roots."
The Gold Spirit Old Demon looked as if he had seen through everything. Pointing at his own head, he said, "Kill me, then. A hero in life may fail to become a ghostly champion in death, but at least my bones