The Demon Cult no longer existed in this world.
The righteous defense that Xuan Tianzong and White Brow Daoist had painstakingly guarded had also collapsed.
Xuan Tianzong could only feel that the world had changed far too quickly. It had been barely a year since his fall, yet so many things had happened. The transformation was truly beyond compare.
He glanced at Ding Ling, his expression still somewhat dazed.
Not only was Ding Ling an Ascender, he had also created so many myths in the span of just one year. He was truly extraordinary.
They were both human.
Why was the gap between them so vast?
Xuan Tianzong had always prided himself on being a genius. Apart from his Master, Master Gu Yue, who could make him bow his head slightly, there was almost no one in this world who could make him willingly lower his head and admit defeat.
But when facing Ding Ling,
he felt as insignificant and powerless as an ant trying to shake a tree or an insect gazing at the moon.
Whether in talent or any other aspect,
compared with Ding Ling, he was like a feather beside Mount Tai, a stream beside the sea. They were simply not on the same level.
On top of that, Ding Ling was his savior.
Toward Ding Ling,
Xuan Tianzong's feelings were extraordinarily turbulent and complicated.
Gratitude, dejection, shock, bewilderment, doubt...
Of course,
the reason he had doubts was that the Ding Ling described by Dan Chenzi was simply too perfect, too supreme, making even Xuan Tianzong find it hard to believe.
Thus,
after Ding Ling and Ruo Lan flew away,
Xuan Tianzong personally made a trip to Panluo Valley. He went deep into the Blood Pool and witnessed a scene he could never forget for the rest