Watching everyone leave, Jiang Feng suddenly thought of something.
With a spread of his five fingers, thirteen figures appeared out of thin air—the very masters of the Seven Wastelands and Six Harmonies who had vanished earlier.
Now that the Evil God had fled, and Jiang Feng had used Chaos Golden Light to dissolve the curse inscriptions on the thirteen, they could be considered free once more.
The moment the thirteen appeared, they immediately sensed the fluctuations around them.
The fluctuations were intense; there were even traces of Spatial Profundity being reconstructed.
"What happened?" The thirteen looked around, their gazes finally settling on Jiang Feng.
At this moment, Jiang Feng seemed to have lost much of the fire in his aura, as though he no longer had a direction.
"The Evil God has been defeated and driven away. The Seven Wastelands and Six Harmonies have returned to the right path." Jiang Feng spoke like a weary old man. "Go back and put the Seven Wastelands and Six Harmonies in order."
The thirteen immediately looked at one another. "The Evil God was driven away?"
"You defeated the Evil God?"
Jiang Feng had intended to nod, but found himself utterly uninterested.
After thinking for a moment, Jiang Feng sent out thirteen more streams of golden light, each flying into one of their bodies.
The thirteen, who had just been stripped of their profundities and power, immediately felt themselves recovering. More than that, they sensed that something had appeared between their brows.
"I left a curse inscription in each of your consciousness seas..." Jiang Feng said.
The thirteen instantly felt their hearts tighten, helpless beyond measure.
They had only just escaped the Evil God's control, and now Jiang Feng had bound them with curse inscriptions.
This world had always been like this.
To others,