The valley lay in ruins.
Gray-black fog shrouded everything, and the original terrain could no longer be seen.
That black pillar thrusting into the sky was still there.
The inscriptions on the surface of the black pillar still gave off a cold, eerie glow, and an ancient aura kept seeping outward from deep within the pillar.
The eye in the firmament had vanished.
As though it could no longer find its target, it naturally collapsed and scattered!
All of a sudden, a dark-red drop of blood dripped from the void and smashed onto the top of the black pillar.
The pillar's crown lit up in an instant.
From top to bottom, the inscriptions along the entire black pillar lit one after another, as if some hidden secret were being unlocked piece by piece.
Song Wuji, that is, the monster that had already turned into a black monster, was sprawled at the base of the black pillar.
His twisted features faced the top of the pillar, revealing a crazed smile.
At the top of the black pillar, the gray fog parted.
A figure walked out from within.
It was an old man, dressed in a gray-white long robe. His beard and hair were half white, his face was likewise very thin, and his back was slightly hunched.
The aura around him was extremely restrained, so restrained it could barely be sensed.
Song Wuji, or rather... the black, twisted mass that had once been Song Wuji, struggled closer and crawled on the ground.
"Greetings... Master!"
His voice was hoarse and torn, yet it was filled with fanatical fervor.
The old man lowered his head and glanced at him, very calm, with no emotion to speak of.
"Rise."
Song Wuji climbed up, and his twisted body slowly recovered its human form before the