Martial Art Takes Shape

The moment the Dark Nether Rift closed completely, Xu Wuyi stood behind the crowd, watching that patch of space heal once more as a sense of relief surged through him.

For nearly a month, from receiving the mission at the start, to the successive fierce battles that followed, to finally suppressing the impact of that mysterious Beast King—

The entire process had been far longer and far more difficult than he had anticipated.

But the outcome was good.

The rift had closed. Those Star Beasts would never pour out from that opening again.

The people of this region could return to their normal lives, and the Martial Artists stationed here could go home and attend to what they needed to do.

The cheers continued. The technicians hugged one another, jumping and laughing, while the Martial Artists waved their weapons and howled toward the sky.

Even Ren Bai, who had always been steady and composed, wore a relaxed smile.

Shen Jin stood at the very front, his hands clasped behind his back, his gaze resting on that empty stretch of space.

Then he turned and walked toward Xu Wuyi.

"Where are you heading next?" Shen Jin asked, his voice hoarse yet powerful.

Xu Wuyi thought for a moment. "Xingjing first. I'm going to the research institute."

Shen Jin nodded without asking further.

He knew that Xu Wuyi had only recently advanced to Grandmaster, and there was still much he needed to refine. A place like the research institute was indeed the most suitable choice.

"Go on," Shen Jin said. "Contact me anytime if something comes up."

After saying that, he patted Xu Wuyi on the shoulder, then turned and left.

Xu Wuyi remained where he was, watching the still-cheering crowd for a while before turning toward the outpost as well.

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