With Hongjun and Yang Mei's departure, the supreme battlefield deep in the firmament vanished as well, and the invisible seal was lifted.
"What?"
"It's over?"
"Who won?"
"Was it the Dao Ancestor?"
"Who were those other two figures?"
"..."
Many mighty beings were secretly astonished.
They all wanted to know the outcome of the terrifying supreme battle that had just taken place.
Unfortunately, that battlefield had become a void. The vast stretches of collapsed space had already been smoothed over by the invisible power of the Primordial Wilderness.
Rumble!
Meanwhile, the hole in the heavens caused by the Witch-Demon War remained, and the waters of the Heavenly River continued to pour through it in an endless torrent.
Even the power of the Primordial Wilderness could not mend this breach.
"The heavens have split!"
"What are we supposed to do?"
"Won't the Saints intervene?"
"If we let the Heavenly River keep flooding down like this, the Primordial Wilderness will be devastated!"
"..."
Before long, the attention of the mighty beings returned to the gaping hole in the heavens.
After all, this was the most urgent crisis facing the beings of the Primordial Wilderness.
If the breach was not sealed, the heavens would no longer cover the earth, and the earth would no longer bear anything. It would be no different from an apocalyptic disaster.
Countless beings also prayed that a Saint would intervene and mend the heavens.
But although the Heavenly River continued to pour down, no Saint appeared.
At that moment, the various Saints had also turned their attention back to the breach in the heavens, watching helplessly.
They wanted to intervene.
But even with the power of a Saint, they couldn't do it.
"Is the Primordial Wilderness destined to suffer this disaster?"
"If we Saints can't do it, surely