After Wang Qi's consciousness returned to his body, he found that he was still on Linghuang Island. By now, the moon hung high in the middle of the sky. A thread of moonlight passed through the great hole he had made at noon and fell before him.
It had been exactly twelve hours since he had shouted at the Holy Emperor, "The hour of noon has arrived."
Twelve hours ago, Linghuang Island had still been a place with an extremely dense population. But now, there were probably not many people left.
Other than Wang Qi himself and Liu Huantang, who was waiting for him.
Wang Qi released his spiritual sense and swept the surroundings. "They've all left?"
He could no longer feel the protection of the Devil Net. Clearly, the people of Linghuang Island, who formed the main body of the Devil Net, had gone very far away.
He had now lost the powerful strength he had possessed when fighting the Holy Emperor, strength that had far surpassed that of an ordinary Primordial Spirit cultivator.
The Immortal Alliance worked with remarkable efficiency.
Liu Huantang nodded. "The tens of millions of mortals and Ancient Method Cultivators on Linghuang Island have all been evacuated. Now, I alone remain here to wait for you, Fellow Wang."
Wang Qi nodded. Perhaps, a few months from now, seabirds would come here to settle. Perhaps coconuts would drift ashore with the currents. The droppings of some seabirds would bring grass seeds as well.
After the human race, whose numbers had vastly exceeded this place's carrying capacity, departed, the environment here would probably recover quickly.
In the end, the Ancient Method Cultivators had never truly changed "nature." Their significance to this place was probably the same as the significance of their own existence—utterly meaningless.
Liu Huantang said,