Starlight shone upon Chu Yun's face, its flickering shifts revealing the profound mysteries of the Great Dao.
Chu Yun looked at the Star Sea Bowl before him. It was filled to the brim with deep-blue holy water, like an ocean and like the night sky. Its surface lay smooth as a mirror, speckled with flashing platinum-white lights—the Outer Star Demons.
There had once been thirty-eight million Outer Star Demons. Now, only a little over twenty million remained.
That was the price paid for exterminating the two Crescent Moon Gods and Devils Kings and driving every Crescent Moon Gods and Devils army from Star Continent.
Time flew by. More than a month had passed since the fall of the Star Saint.
Once the Star Saint had utterly perished, the Star Sea Bowl truly became ownerless and fell under Chu Yun's control.
As for the Nether Emperor, he had narrowly escaped death. He could not even return to Ghost Continent, and had spent these past days recuperating in Chu Yun's Spirit Province.
Though the Star Saint had fallen, the Weapon Saint still existed.
Although he had completely lost his reason, his combat strength seemed to have fully recovered. Yet the Star Saint's final struggle had also inflicted tremendous damage upon him.
To the Nether Emperor, this was unquestionably wonderful news. The Weapon Saint's spiritual radiance had dimmed, and those intermittent bursts of spiritual pressure would no longer form.
Though this had not completely eradicated the threat to his life, it had bought the Nether Emperor precious breathing room.
Once the Nether Emperor recovered, he might even turn misfortune into fortune and advance his strength further.
This was because the collision and compression between spiritual radiances was both a brutal contest and a form of exchange.
When the Star Saint had tried to