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As the Return-to-Void Primordial Chaos Godslayer Sword Formation dispersed, the thousands of sharp blades fell, embedding themselves in the ground.

Scalegorge Waterscape returned to deathly silence. Only droplets fell from the edges of the shattered dome, striking the jade-paved floor with excessively distinct "drip, drip" sounds.

"That's it... it's over?"

Watching the dust settle, March 7th looked somewhat dazed.

The final big boss had actually exited the stage just like that?

"Indeed."

Stelle nodded and put away her weapon as well.

Zhang Qi stood amid the field of blades, looking at the swords that had become brimming with spiritual energy after absorbing Phantylia's power. He could not help but nod in satisfaction. The feeling was probably like roadside barbecue skewers sold three for ten credits suddenly upgrading overnight into custom silver skewers made exclusively for the head chef of a three-Michelin-star kitchen—their value had skyrocketed.

Then, his gaze fell back onto his own hand.

The divine weapon he had forged from countless precious materials, combining knowledge from another world with Xianzhou craftsmanship—the War God Blazing Sword. Its blade was now covered in spiderweb-like cracks, broken into more than a dozen pieces and barely held together by the energy circuits within. A weapon of this grade still could not withstand output from Path energy of that level.

Zhang Qi sighed and released his grip, letting the pile of fragments crash to the ground and turn into a heap of expensive trash.

It hurt, of course it hurt—but this had been an expense incurred in defending the Xianzhou. The Divination Commission ought to reimburse him for it.

With that in mind, Zhang Qi walked toward Jing Yuan on the other side.

The latter was watching him with a complicated expression, like someone looking at an orange tabby they had raised for years—one