As time slipped back a little, the final collision beneath the twin-god battlefield unleashed a cataclysmic shockwave. A dense, visible torrent of elemental energy spread outward in rings, centered on Xu Lanqing and the Angel Statue. Blazing light swallowed everything. Like the rising sun, it turned the dark space to daylight, hiding the distant stars and blinding her.
She didn't know whether Xu Lanqing would survive, but he probably would. In her memories and understanding, Xu Lanqing was one of the most extraordinary beings she'd ever encountered. After all, the universe was vast, and nothing was impossible.
As for that fragment of the Angel Statue, it would surely dissipate in the void of this isolated space after the explosion, turning to dust completely. It was a gratifying thought.
But whether Xu Lanqing lived or died wouldn't affect her plan, so she withdrew her attention and turned her gaze to the white figure standing alone on the altar.
In a place without sky or ground, in a relatively stable spot after the explosion's aftermath had subsided, Xu Lanqing replaced his completely burned clothes with an elegant black robe. If Electrolux hadn't protected his body in time, there wouldn't have been a single hair left on him now.
The black robe was embroidered with the sun, moon, mountains, and rivers, its patterns grand and sweeping. Paired with Xu Lanqing's handsome, pallid face, which made him look like a frail young nobleman, it gave him an oddly harmonious beauty.
"Cough, cough..."
Xu Lanqing suddenly raised his right hand to cover his mouth, coughing uncontrollably. When he lowered it, blood stained his palm. Strangely, the blood was dark and rich in color, with a faint golden sheen. Its thick, sweet scent stirred the imagination.
"Teacher, I owe you for protecting me. Otherwise, I