Styx let out a long breath and slowly reined in his Great Dao.
The Great Wilderness still existed, and so did the Three Yuan True Realm.
However, the World Tree had already withered away by more than half. The Three Yuan Realm had been pushed to its limits and was now shattered and fragmented, while the Great Wilderness's Chaos barrier was only a thin layer.
Pangu leaned on the Sky-Opening Axe, his aura somewhat listless. Mu's Eternal Sky Ship was battered beyond recognition, but Mu himself was fine. He had only suffered some backlash, and his injuries were not too serious.
The other experts from the various realms were slightly weaker than before. However, with Styx, Pangu, and Mu blocking the front, they had not suffered too much harm.
Still, each of them looked as if they had been drained dry, and they hurriedly sat cross-legged to silently regulate their breathing.
"Daoist friends Pangu... Mu..." Styx said with a smile as he looked at the two of them.
Pangu exhaled deeply and grinned. "I didn't die... thankfully."
Mu's body relaxed slightly. "Thankfully, we made it through, but..."
At those words, everyone's expressions grew solemn. They understood what he wanted to say.
They immediately raised their heads together and looked toward the depths of Chaos.
That was where the Primal Great Dao and the Guixu Will had fought. At this moment, Light and Darkness were slowly fading away.
A figure slowly emerged from the vanishing radiance.
It was the Primal Great Dao.
Everyone had just breathed a sigh of relief when they immediately tensed again.
No, it was not the Primal Great Dao.
It seemed to be... a new figure.
It was neither the orderly radiance representing the Primal Great Dao nor the Darkness and Chaos symbolizing the Guixu Will.
It