Two towering figures stood suspended in the air, a vast river churning beneath their feet. The Dao resonance swirling around them sliced fine cracks through the void.
Island-Moving Venerable's black robe fluttered without wind, and his knuckles, once tightly clenched, gradually loosened.
The ancient runes on the High Priest's scarlet robe dimmed one after another, while the vertical mark between his brows relaxed as well.
As they watched the scene before them, they could not help but sigh.
"At last, the dust has settled."
Island-Moving Venerable's murmur sent ripples through the Dao resonance, his voice carrying the solemn emotion of a millennium-long scheme finally fulfilled.
The High Priest stared at the dark-gold cage, lingering radiance of Dao laws still clinging to his fingertips.
Though they had absolute confidence in this world-shaking wondrous array that separated the two seas, the one they faced was, after all, the Progenitor of the Purgatory Clan—
Even if he had been weakened?
He was still a mighty being from the Upper Realm, his divine abilities unfathomably deep.
No one dared guarantee that he had not concealed some heaven-defying method.
Thus, even though victory seemed assured on the surface, unease still lingered in both their hearts. They feared that, in his death throes, he might launch a counterattack and unleash some terrifying divine ability beyond their comprehension.
Fortunately, none of that happened.
The Progenitor of the Purgatory Clan's aura vanished completely. Not even a wisp of soul-light remained, as though he had been utterly ground away by this Great Array.
At last... it was over!
The two exchanged a glance, and a trace of relieved ease flashed through both their eyes.
At that moment, the High Priest extinguished the blood flame in his palm as well!
This was the signal they had agreed upon to withdraw