Qi WuHuo of Jin Province

Zhang Xiaoyu had just let out a long breath of relief, his face relaxing. Then, in the next instant, he saw the Daoist begin to crumble away, starting at his hands. The smile on Zhang Xiaoyu's face froze and vanished completely.

Zhang Xiaoyu sprang to his feet, his face deathly pale. "WuHuo?!"

All across the Six Realms, the beings who had realized that their enemy had lost his deathless, indestructible nature and was beginning to fade were astonished. They followed the direction in which the enemy's flesh and blood crumbled into dust and disappeared, and saw the scene manifested by the Great Dao.

When they saw the True Martial Great Emperor Lord gradually disappearing and crumbling within that scene, they fell silent.

True Martial Great Emperor...

Was he about to suffer the fall of his Dao?

For the sake of saving the world...

A complex grief rose in their hearts.

Heaven and earth mourned as one.

The only way to sever the final tribulation and enter this world was to wield the Venerable's soul as a sword. The Daoist's sleeves billowed as he looked back. It seemed as if he had crossed layer upon layer of space and seen the young girl standing before the Northern Emperor's Palace, seen the pain in her eyes. Apology flickered in Qi WuHuo's gaze, and he swept his sleeve.

BOOM!!!

The rift between the Six Realms and the world beyond slowly closed. The hollow, unfathomably terrifying scene vanished, and True Martial Great Emperor, in the eyes of all living beings, returned to primordial chaos alongside the Gods and Devils of the final tribulation.

Silence reigned in every direction.

Yang Jian clenched his divine weapon, unable to believe it. "Great Emperor Lord..."

Old Yellow Ox staggered and stared blankly at the scene in the sky,