The vortex grew calm.
Countless people stared in stunned silence at the final victor, the one who had ultimately attained the Dao.
Shadow Crocodile Esteemed Immortal sat in the center, with vortices still spinning around him and driving the entire myriad of heavens and worlds. No one knew who had spoken first, but suddenly someone shouted, "Xi Rong!"
After the first cry fell, countless others began calling out, "Xi Rong! Xi Rong!" They roared and cheered the victor's name with all their might. Their voices suddenly became a tsunami, surging into towering waves, as if the entire era were welcoming its ultimate victor home.
Across world after world, many forces contemplated the changes brought about by this battle. The young and mysterious Xi Rong forces had swiftly risen to the summit, and a Celestial Phenomenon Esteemed Immortal was about to be born. What kind of impact would that have on this world?
Even the Netherworld, the Immortal Realm, and the prehistoric Esteemed Immortals had been unable to stop him. Was this not too outrageous?
In the Immortal Realm that remained, within the End Law Domain and the Chongluan Domain, countless cultivators were filled with complicated emotions.
Was the Immortal Realm about to suffer its first fall in history? Was it about to be occupied?
No one knew how the coming era would change, or where they should go. For now, they could only follow the crowd in shouting Xi Rong, offering their loyalty and begging him not to destroy the world—or, if he did, to leave them a ticket aboard the ship to the future.
Splash!
The painter above reached out and grabbed the battered remains of End of Dharma Esteemed Immortal as they were sent over. A smile immediately appeared on his face, and he said lightly:
"To endure