Watching the two Ancestral Shamans die one after the other, feeling the flame of life within them about to gutter out—
Jumang and Houtu exchanged a glance. "It seems we too will be following our predecessors. Still, in the end, we won."
Then her expression changed. "Since both of us are going to die anyway, we might as well try and see whether we can let one person survive."
As she spoke, she drove all her strength into burning the last of her life, like a candle flame flickering in the wind, transforming it into a stream of divine Killing Intent that entered Houtu's body.
Houtu, who had noticed something strange in her expression and had been about to speak, paled at the sight.
Yet she also knew that Jumang was already dead, leaving behind only this stream of divine Killing Intent.
If she refused to accept it, Jumang's intentions would be wasted for nothing.
Thus, she too transformed into a stream of divine Killing Intent and swallowed it.
However, after battle upon battle, Houtu herself was already at the end of her strength.
Jumang's final power replenished her afterward, yet it still could not mend the shattered foundation of her being.
Having become divine Killing Intent, she no longer had the strength to condense herself anew into the true body of an Ancestral Shaman.
That mass of fused All-Heaven Killing Intent drifted into the earth and vanished without a trace.
At this time, heaven and earth lay in utter devastation.
Under the guidance of Great Fire, whose entire body was unable to move and who could only speak, the surviving Great Shamans
began gradually gathering all their clansmen and returning to the human ancestral land, preparing to slowly recover their strength.
Because the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation had devoured far