"I was defeated. I was far inferior to you, but you will find it hard to reach the end of this road as well."
The purple little figure was filled with sorrow. It screamed and roared madly as it walked toward the end of death.
"The mythological era has arrived. Some people who should never have existed have been born. Am I merely a green leaf meant to set them off?" Lin Yi murmured. Then he smiled coldly, stared at the purple little figure, and said, "Myths are meant to be broken!"
Boom!
The purple primordial spirit of Mountain Lord Junwei shattered and exploded into the heavens and earth. Its final imprint of life vanished completely, unable to witness the many legends of the Imperial Road.
Lin Yi left the devastated battlefield and sat cross-legged atop a stone peak, his heart utterly tranquil.
"Who is that?"
Outside Fallen Saint Island, several soldiers changed expression. Even the Grand Commander mounted on the Heavenly Wolf was startled, but he then shook his head and told them not to concern themselves with it.
The mountains trembled, and all beasts were alarmed. They became a torrent fleeing through the mountain range, while flocks of birds spread their wings and flew into the distant sky. Terrified by the aura Lin Yi released, most of them collapsed directly onto the ground, trembling nonstop.
After a while, Lin Yi calmed down. His blood energy withdrew, his body and mind became ethereal, and he strolled through the mountains.
The thirty-sixth zone had long since been emptied. The middle-aged Daoist nun and twenty-two others had all been slaughtered by Lin Yi. No outsiders entered this place.
The thirty-seventh zone was equally quiet. With the deaths of Mountain Lord Junwei and the other four, not a single contender appeared again.