In the Source Wisdom Great World.
A divine being nearly a hundred billion zhang tall sat cross-legged in the void. Above his head floated an enormous space. The divine being continuously refined this space with divine power, refining away all the will and foreign information within it.
Below this colossal divine being lay the vast lands of the Intellect Realm. However, the four great Wisdom Veins, which had originally formed a cloverleaf, had now almost been split into two halves. Only their uppermost portions remained connected, while their lower halves had been torn apart.
As for the Dao Formation that had once enveloped this land, it had long since been shattered.
The entire continent had fallen into an eerie stillness. Some Wisdom Venerables, Heavenly Venerables, and even affiliated Demon Gods who had survived that battle years ago had already fled, escaping into the chaos.
At this point, a hundred years had passed since Han Yi slew the Wisdom God.
The cultivators who remained within the four great Wisdom Veins had initially been uneasy and terrified, fearing that the world-destroying giant in the void above would return and unleash another cataclysmic tide.
But as time passed, that giant focused solely on refining the space above his head and paid no attention to the lands of the Intellect Realm. This finally put the Intellect Realm cultivators at ease.
The aftershocks of that battle had gradually faded over these hundred years. Yet whenever that battle was mentioned, the expressions of all cultivators who had experienced it firsthand changed drastically.
In the void, Han Yi, who was refining the World Core space, sensed the final trace of stubborn will within this space being erased by him.
From this moment onward, the Source Wisdom origin returned to normal. Of course, this normality merely meant that