The Black Abyss fell completely silent. The figures surging forth from the past, along with the radiance of the Star-Suppressing Tower, all sank into its depths.
The thunderous rending roars faded, and the tremors subsided.
The black pupil that had hung in the heavens for so long slowly closed as well, like a drop of ink falling into water and dispersing completely.
The battlefield abruptly fell silent. Millions upon millions of cultivators—humans, demons, and the forces of every immortal clan alike—stood frozen at the very edge of the Black Abyss, watching the abyss that had once devoured all things gradually collapse and curl inward, finally becoming an enormous rift stretching across heaven and earth.
Had they won?
Following their gazes, the black light was no longer expanding.
It seemed they had won.
Yet not a single person cheered. Not one shouted victory. Every face was filled with bewilderment and the lingering terror of the unknown.
That gray behemoth, untouched by the laws of the Immortal Realm; that hole which had required the petrified sealing of seven old Supremes, the forced suppression of its realm, and a mysterious expert leading cultivators from bygone years in a desperate charge inside before it could barely be plugged.
Everyone knew this was only temporary. No one could say how long it would hold.
Quite a few people present had heard what the shadowy figure had said to Lin Heng. They were merely the vanguard.
Then how many creatures as powerful as that shadowy figure were there?
"Withdraw." Seeing that Lin Heng had yet to speak, Jiang Jingyi gave the order in a hoarse voice.
Everyone began retreating. They set up camp on the spot to rest and recover, the wounded receiving priority treatment while every division counted its numbers.
There was no need for