As the Abyss Lord was completely annihilated, and Qin Mo, Qian Renxue, and the others poured their divine power into purification, this ravaged plane finally broke free from the Abyss's demonic claws.
The dark-red canopy of the sky was replaced by Nine-Colored Flowing Light. Though still thin, it brought long-lost light and hope. Across the land, the fungal carpets that writhed and devoured life had vanished without a trace, leaving behind only cracked, scorched ground. The nauseating corrosive stench in the air was replaced by the fresh aura of the elements. The remaining low-level demons melted away like snow beneath the sun under the sweeping radiance of holy light and the Elemental Tide.
The entire plane seemed to have changed from a dying patient into a being that, though frail beyond measure and covered in wounds, had finally preserved its life and gained a chance to catch its breath. The plane's faint will, like that of a newborn infant, conveyed blurry yet sincere gratitude and attachment to Qin Mo.
Qin Mo hovered above the center of the plane, where the Bone Throne had once stood. He closed his eyes and sensed the condition of the entire plane.
"The Abyss's corrosion ran too deep. More than seventy percent of the Plane Origin has been devoured, and the structure of its laws has also been severely damaged." *This plane was like a great tree whose trunk had been hollowed out by insects. Although the pest—the Abyss Lord—had been removed, too much of its vitality had already drained away, and its structure stood on the verge of collapse. Even if he barely sustained it by pouring in divine power, it would be difficult for it to regain its former vitality, much less nurture civilization. Its final fate would most likely be to slowly