The Quiet Midnight Court

The little girl's questioning faded away.

When Lu Xin slowly stood up, all the shadows around him vanished.

Across the surrounding wilderness, countless executioners had already been devoured by the Sword Bearer when he went berserk.

The gallows, as tall as a forest, had disappeared, and the spirit bodies hanging from it had vanished as well.

The Sword Bearer's body had completely collapsed, so the Sword of Judgment naturally disappeared too.

The distorted voices that had howled and twisted across the wilderness were blown away by a gentle breeze, leaving nothing behind.

The stark contrast made the painful, chaotic confrontation just now seem like a dream.

Only that enormous black structure remained, standing hollowly upon the wilderness.

All that remained to show that a battle had taken place were the patches of wild grass torn up from the ground and the enormous trenches.

It was simply unclear what such a battle would have looked like through the eyes of reality.

"Is it really over now?"

Lu Xin gently exhaled and looked toward the enormous black structure to the east.

It resembled the ruined Temple of the Pantheon, painted black and moved into the wilderness before him.

He saw towering stone pillars and a dilapidated dome.

Huge steps began beneath his feet and stretched upward, leading straight into the deep, unknown temple.

This was what had been left behind after the Sword Bearer was destroyed.

It seemed that this existence should have been extremely majestic.

But perhaps because the Sword Bearer had been destroyed, the building had lost the power it should have possessed.

As Lu Xin looked at it, he felt no pressure. Instead, it seemed hollow.

It carried an air of desolation and deathly silence.

"Be careful..."

A voice sounded behind him.

At some point, she, Father,