A gentle breeze drifted by.
Five Immortals Mountain Golden Peak had become a thing of the past.
All that remained was a bottomless, colossal crater, scorched earth everywhere, heatwaves pressing down on them.
Jiang Yuechu stood in the air, her robes fluttering.
[Slain a Tower-Ascending Realm creature. Obtained 524,872 years of Dao Cultivation.] [Slain a Tower-Ascending Realm creature. Obtained 524,870 years of Dao Cultivation.] [Slain a Tower-Ascending Realm creature. Obtained 524,871 years of Dao Cultivation.] [Slain a Tower-Ascending Realm creature. Obtained 524,868 years of Dao Cultivation.] [Slain a Tower-Ascending Realm creature. Obtained 524,862 years of Dao Cultivation.]
A string of notifications slowly faded from her mind.
Jiang Yuechu silently calculated.
The five True Persons alone amounted to more than 2.6 million years of Dao Cultivation.
Adding the hundred-odd thousand years left over from slaying the Red Silk Demon Emperor and the Five Immortals Mountain disciples earlier—
[Remaining Dao Cultivation: 2,774,300 years]
Yet Jiang Yuechu did not rush to allocate it.
She slowly composed herself and looked north.
Rather than entering seclusion here to digest her gains,
she might as well return to the capital while the momentum of victory was still high, settle the hearts of the city's people, and make plans afterward.
As that thought crossed her mind, the girl swept her gaze over the scorched wasteland below, and her brows unconsciously drew together.
What a pity.
That Pay-to-Win Method strike just now had truly been fierce beyond compare.
But precisely because it had been too fierce, it had blasted the Primordial Spirits of those five old monsters until not even dregs remained.
They had dispersed too quickly.
So quickly that she had not even had a chance to use the Ten Thousand Demon Heaven-Swallowing Method.
What puzzled Jiang Yuechu even more was this:
even