Within the Zhaolin Realm, deathly silence reigned, with only wind-like breaths remaining.
Whether Ancestral Divine Beasts or savage Fierce Beasts, warriors or Blood Sea Spawn, at this moment, every living being in the entire Zhaolin Realm held their breath and waited.
They waited for that being on the battlefield.
The aftermath of that world-destroying battle was still slowly dissipating. The shattered earth and rivers of boiling lava showed not the slightest sign of recovering or cooling even now.
And at the heart of that devastation, the crimson motes scattered after the Dragon-Man Colossus shattered flickered slowly beside An Jing like fireflies.
He turned around.
In the distance, all the warriors watching the battle had recovered from their overwhelming shock. After a brief, speechless silence came volcanic eruptions of frenzied cheers.
"Won! An Tianming won!"
"One against seven... no, with his strength alone, he crushed every prodigy of the Heavenly Sect!"
"Too powerful! Too beautiful!"
"This is true martial arts! This is the true Dao! I feel like... I've seen the road ahead!"
"Naturalist, we revere you!"
"Naturalist! Please allow me to follow you!"
Countless reverent, feverish, admiring gazes converged upon An Jing, setting off his figure like that of a deity.
They had witnessed a legendary battle worthy of being recorded in history. An Jing's invincible bearing—his utter pulverization of every warrior who had once sought to stand alongside him in fame, every warrior who had once been revered and admired by others—had already made him a god in their hearts!
Yet just as everyone was immersed in the lingering thrill of that victory, an abrupt change occurred!
The mysterious dragon shadow that, after An Jing shattered the combined efforts of the seven, had been the only one not to truly make a move and had watched from the sidelines