The Restrictions Disperse

Pei Ling was startled and looked up. The Divine Statue of the faceless cultivator in plain clothes came crashing down, smashing through the bead curtain and overturning the long table and spirit tablets enshrined to Songdu, Ducheng, Yaocheng, Zhucheng... In an instant, the terrifying sense of calamity emanating from the statue—the kind that made one's heart race and one dare not look directly at it—vanished without a trace.

The statue was like colored glass. It shattered into dust when it hit the ground.

The long table, spirit tablets, and even the bead curtain rapidly decayed, vanishing in the blink of an eye and ceasing to exist!

At the same time, Pei Ling felt the entire island jolt violently.

It seemed that something that had long enveloped and restrained the island had been undone!

The obscure, chilly aura began to dissipate at an astonishing speed.

The mist that had lingered among the woods and sealed off the village let out a wail-like howl. It swept across the entire island, then gathered above its center—right over where Pei Ling stood—into a column that reached straight into the clouds.

It was as if the mist were making one final struggle. After a brief, flickering resurgence, the column collapsed with a roar...

And disappeared without a trace.

As though it had never existed.

After thousands of years, the island's perpetually gloomy sky revealed a glimpse of clear blue for the first time.

Sunlight spilled down, piercing the lush leaves and casting dappled patterns across the woods.

Rustling sounds rose from all across the island. The creatures that had lived here in seclusion were marveling at a sight they had never seen in their lives—a sight even generations of their ancestors had never witnessed.

"Splash..."

In the clear, jade-like stream, eyeless fish and shrimp seemed