Settlement and Farewell

Under the clear sky, members of the native sects in this world gazed from afar at the lone Demon Tomb.

Moments earlier, a pillar of white light had swept through the entire area surrounding the Demon Tomb, clearing away every trace of demonic qi above and below ground.

The fiends and Demon Cult disciples around the Demon Tomb vanished in an instant, evidently ground into nothing but dust by that terrifying white pillar of light.

Not long after the white pillar faded, the violet lightning piercing through the Demon Tomb also disappeared.

The Demon Tomb no longer possessed its previous grand and spectacular effects. All that remained was a bare, pitch-black hill, utterly devoid of momentum and exceptionally inconspicuous.

Logically speaking, resolving the problems of both the Demon Tomb and the Demon Cult at once should have been a tremendous blessing.

Yet the members of this world's native sects showed no excitement whatsoever. Every one of them wore a miserable expression, looking as though they wanted to cry but could not, as if they had lost something important.

"Storm Riders Saber..."

"Taihua Sword..."

"Star-Seizing Hand..."

"Dawn Moon Weave..."

Disciples of the Four Major Sects stood everywhere with mournful faces, muttering to themselves as they stared blankly at the distant Demon Tomb.

All four divine weapons were gone!

That indiscriminate white pillar of light had not only annihilated the demonic qi leaking from the Demon Tomb and the Demon Cult experts, but had also destroyed the guardian divine weapons of the Four Major Sects.

This outcome left the native experts of this world unsure whether to laugh or cry.

Their strongest and most dangerous enemy had inexplicably vanished, but their greatest reliance for dealing with that enemy had disappeared along with it.

"Misfortune is where fortune lies; fortune is where misfortune