The thunderclouds dispersed.
Deathly silence returned to the three hundred thousand li of void.
Lin Feng hovered in place as the phantoms of his three laws slowly receded. Interwoven streaks of dark gold and purple gold sank beneath his skin, their radiance concealed.
His immortal first order aura settled firmly within his body.
He lowered his head and glanced at his hand.
Beneath his newly grown skin, the immortal bone inscriptions deep within his bones had quieted, but the power radiating from his marrow was on an entirely different level from before.
The Myriad Tribulations Heavenly Halberd hung at his side.
Two immortal halberd inscriptions flickered along its shaft, giving off a low hum.
Lin Feng turned toward the seventeenth rift.
The hundred-thousand-kilometer breach in space remained.
Though the giant eye was dead, the rift itself had not healed, and vast amounts of abyssal aura were still seeping out.
He raised his hand.
The dark-gold Bone Shuttle shot out, piercing the spatial nodes around the rift with precision.
Array patterns spread, and the Devouring Law seeped into the gaps, beginning to stitch them shut.
Unlike with the previous sixteen rifts, he did not suppress it through brute force this time. Instead, he used his immortal-grade understanding of laws to repair the torn spatial barrier layer by layer.
The rift contracted.
The instant the final gap closed, the Bone Shuttle flew back and hovered behind Lin Feng.
All seventeen rifts had been eliminated.
Tens of thousands of li away, the Golden-Armored Sword Saint and Old Zhao had kept their distance, watching.
Only after the thunderclouds had completely dispersed did they exchange a glance and slowly approach.
The Sword Saint walked ahead, his steps slow.
He did not know how to act around Lin Feng.
An hour earlier, he had still considered