Xiao Ling slowly withdrew his palm from the air, and the radiance of Imperial Power gathered within it vanished without leaving the slightest trace.
He raised his eyes and calmly swept his gaze across the Hun Realm below, now reduced to ruins. Palaces had collapsed, the earth had split apart, and the Hun Clan's former glory had vanished completely. All that remained was devastation and dust drifting through the sky, a scene of utter desolation.
He let out a soft breath. There was no intense emotion in his heart—neither satisfaction nor regret. He merely felt that a matter which had lingered for so long had finally been settled, and that faint, lingering tie in his heart had completely dissipated.
Hun Tiandi had plotted for a thousand years, obsessively pursuing the Dou Di Position, only for it all to end in emptiness. Xiao Ling, by a stroke of fate, had stepped into the Emperor Realm and casually brought this entanglement to an end. To him, it was no more than clearing away an insignificant obstacle from the road ahead.
The conflicts of the world and the obsessions of the strong all seemed utterly trivial to him now. At the peak of the Dou Di Position, one ought to transcend such worldly entanglements.
Looking upon this shattered land, his gaze remained tranquil. He felt that all past disturbances had ended here. With nothing left to bind him, he only needed to follow his heart from now on and seek the opportunities he desired.
With a casual wave, Xiao Ling completely smoothed away the remaining Emperor's Might around him. Yet amid the shattered ruins of the Hun Realm below, which had just suffered a catastrophic calamity, several specks of crystalline light suddenly emerged. They rose bit by bit from the rubble and broken