Ten days later, at the Seventh Transfer Station.
A thick leather glove stained with black ash and medicinal residue slammed down on the registration counter as its wearer secured the last tightly sealed crate of neutralizing solution to his carrying frame.
Beep!
The crystal Terminal beside the door chimed, and the battlefield logistics log turned to another fresh page.
The sheer cliffside walkway that had once forced medicine retrieval teams to edge along sideways had long since had its sharp corners worn down by a constant stream of lightly equipped transport teams. Thick alloy safety anchors studded the broken cliff edges, and several wooden passing platforms now jutted out over the void at the narrow bends.
The lightly equipped medicine couriers no longer needed to circle back through the Three-Way Junction, while large carts and heavy beasts still traveled along the main road.
Vast pools of foul pus accumulated over ten thousand years drained freely. Damaged constructs rose again beneath the craftsmen's hands, and the cleared wounds on the divine body began to glimmer under the Weavers' repairs. Between the distant black cliffs, outpost lanterns representing civilization and healing pierced the eternal night one after another.
And at the very instant that crate of medicine passed through the door-
Hummm!!
Deep within the divine body, around the darkest reaches of the Magic Heart, a brilliant golden river that Gu Yuan had held together with his immense divine will for so long finally snapped shut around the last broken circuit amid an explosive tremor in the void!
It was the closing of a miraculous loop.
Gu Yuan's vast, cold divine consciousness hovered silently above the Magic Heart's firmament.
The pitch-black ancient seal still stretched below like an abyss bounded by sheer cliffs, and the ancient curses tangled deep within had yet