The curtains closed.
The throne sank into utter darkness.
The cold, bleak, desolate, deathly stillness... that terrifying, boundless aura slowly faded away.
The bizarre, decaying space also gradually dimmed, and the vast white mist once again coiled around everyone in layer upon layer.
Kongmeng likewise reined in her aura and said calmly, "Forget everything about the one you just saw."
Fu Xuanxu, Zhong Kui Jingyi, Qiao Ciguang, the imperial Demon Race, and the others immediately replied with utmost reverence, "Yes!"
Although neither that person nor the senior from Suzhen Heaven had truly made a move, their conversation... and that person's identity had already made everything abundantly clear!
Until one reached that level, the less one knew about such beings, the better!
Besides, this senior from Suzhen Heaven could speak to that person as an equal... She was no Grand Elder of Suzhen Heaven, but one of its founding ancestors!
With that thought, the five righteous cultivators gazed at Ancestress Kongmeng with even greater reverence and admiration.
Just then, Qiao Ciguang suddenly felt her mind clear, as though a long-troubling, inextinguishable knot in her heart had abruptly come undone.
A vast, pure surge of magical power flooded into her without warning, and her cultivation soared in an instant!
Qiao Ciguang's expression changed. She was about to follow Ancestress Kongmeng away when she abruptly stopped.
Ancestress Kongmeng sensed something and immediately turned back to look at her junior from the same sect.
Qiao Ciguang's originally fair, tender face turned crimson in an instant, as if scorched by fire. She was drenched in sweat from head to toe, beads streaming down her smooth forehead.
Her aura climbed at an unfathomable rate. The sudden increase in cultivation had, in a flash, surpassed what her Nine Tribulations Deity Transformation body could bear. Blood vessels spread