The Fourteen-Winged Archangel Raguel: We Surrender...

The Magic Plane, Holy City.

A silver rift tore open the Sky Vault. Every living thing on the western side of the Alps could see it just by looking up.

The rift wasn't very wide, but it was incredibly long, stretching across almost the entire sky visible to humanity.

But it appeared in an instant and vanished even faster.

[Beep! The host has thwarted the joint attempt by the Tianming Sect and the Soul Clan to annihilate him]

[Reward: Third-ranked Heavenly Flame—Purifying Lotus Demon Flame!]

[Claim now?]

The system's notification that he'd completed the mission rang in his ears, but Dongfang Chen didn't claim the reward just yet.

After dropping from the rift to the ground, he glanced at the sunset.

It had been midmorning when he entered the Dark Gate. He hadn't expected to emerge with the sun already setting.

Fortunately, he'd left behind a Chaos Anchor Point to minimize the time difference between the two planes. Otherwise, by the time Dongfang Chen returned from the Dark Plane, ten days or half a month might have passed in the Magic Plane.

Once he'd landed, Dongfang Chen looked around. This had once been the holiest city in the world, but now it had been reduced to an empty plain.

"Huh? There are others here?"

Dongfang Chen sensed the auras of Angels, Undead Demon Puppets, and a True Dragon on the plain.

The moment he appeared, two undead auras shot toward him, followed by Austin and the Golden Dragon's auras.

The few weaker Angel auras were approaching quickly, too.

The Ancient King Demon Puppet and Khufu Demon Puppet returned to Dongfang Chen's side, while Apasi flew down with Lingling.

"Dongfang Chen!"

"Big brother!"

The moment they saw Dongfang Chen, Lingling and Apasi hurried over.

Dongfang Chen kissed each of