As the experts of the Mo Bei Leng Family retreated in disgrace, the biting chill and clouds of despair that had shrouded the Tianxuan Continent for months seemed to be completely wiped away by an invisible hand.
Sunlight poured down unobstructed, illuminating the survivors in Myriad Elephant Plaza, who were overwhelmed with excitement.
Lin Langtian slowly descended from the sky, his feet touching the plaza floor that still bore frost and cracks.
The terrifying pressure around him, which had been like that of a Primordial Fierce Beast when he faced his enemies, had completely receded, leaving behind only a calm, profound presence that put people at ease.
His gaze immediately fell upon the three women who, despite their injuries and reddened eyes, were staring intently at him.
"Langtian..." Ling Qingzhu was the first to step forward. The strength she had forcibly maintained finally crumbled on her cold yet stunning face, turning into glimmering tears in her eyes.
Her lips moved as though she had a thousand words to say, but in the end, they became only a soft call filled with boundless longing, worry, and relief.
The resolve to die that she had displayed moments ago had now turned entirely into the fragility and tenderness of someone who had found her support.
Lin Langtian's heart trembled. He stepped forward and opened his arms, gently pulling into his embrace the wife who had accompanied him the longest—cool and graceful as bamboo, yet unyieldingly strong within.
He could feel her body trembling, as well as the weakness that had nearly drained her dry after maintaining the formation and fighting powerful enemies.
He said nothing. He merely tightened his arms slightly and slowly transferred a stream of gentle, pure Primordial Power into her body, soothing her turbulent blood and exhausted origin.
"Qingzhu, you've