On Mount Sumeru.
By the Eight Treasures Merit Pool.
Jieyin and Zhunti sat side by side, golden light swirling around them as lotus flowers bloomed.
Yet beneath that calm lay an indescribable tension.
Deep within the mountain, the four Sword Lights that had shot into the heavens had vanished.
That Killing Aura had vanished as well.
That Green Clad Figure had vanished too.
Xuandu was gone.
Jieyin slowly opened his eyes. Deep within those compassionate eyes that had endured countless yuanhui, an exceedingly faint trace of relief flashed.
Gone.
He had finally left.
Zhunti opened his eyes as well, his thin face filled with the relief of having survived a calamity.
"Senior Brother... he's gone."
Jieyin nodded.
"He's gone."
Zhunti gritted his teeth.
"What exactly did he do beneath Mount Sumeru?"
Jieyin shook his head.
"I don't know."
"And there is no need to know."
"It is enough that he has left."
Zhunti fell silent.
He looked at his senior brother's calm yet bitter face, indescribable emotions churning within him.
Yes.
It was enough that he had left.
As for what he had done?
Even if they knew, what could they do?
Could they defeat him?
Could they stop him?
Could they catch up to him?
No.
Then there was no need to know.
Zhunti slowly closed his eyes and softly recited a Buddhist invocation.
"Amitabha..."
Jieyin closed his eyes as well.
The two golden figures sat side by side beside the Eight Treasures Merit Pool.
Golden light swirled, and lotus flowers bloomed.
Everything seemed as usual.
Yet beneath that calm hid a helplessness they had never felt in countless yuanhui.
Golden Ao Island.
Biyou Palace.
Purple mist curled through the air, and Green Jade paved the ground.
The void rippled soundlessly as a Green Clad Figure slowly materialized.
Xuandu