The scattered immortals stared dumbfoundedly at a spot within the vast starry sky.
The white-robed youth stood proudly with his hands clasped behind his back.
None of them had expected that Boya, so powerful as to seem insurmountable, would still be slain in a single strike by this youth named Jiang Feng even after using a life-forbidden art.
At this moment, they felt an unprecedented sense of relief.
They themselves could no longer remember how long they had been enslaved. They had even long forgotten the taste of freedom.
Now that Boya was dead, they felt as though a ray of bright light had shone into the depths of their souls.
They had seen hope once more.
Jiang Feng stood in the air, his presence awe-inspiring.
Just as he had anticipated, Boya had burned his life force to perform the life-forbidden art, greatly diminishing his soul power. Under the effects of Jiang Feng's Judgment Law, Boya's soul had no possibility of breaking free from the restraints of the Path of Reincarnation, and in the end, he fell into it.
Boya, who had lorded over the Western Huan Illusion Realm for who knew how many years, had now entered reincarnation once more. In a sense, this was also a release for him.
Jiang Feng sighed. Filled with kindness and compassion, he sincerely felt that these ancient god cultivators were truly pitiful.
Yet within this immense Western Huan Illusion Realm, there were still far too many ancient god cultivators like Boya.
Where were these people, abandoned by the Heavenly Dao, supposed to go?
Jiang Feng shook his head, casting aside this unsolvable thought for the time being.
With Boya dead, Jiang Feng obtained all of Boya's accumulated resources.
Even in Jiang Feng's eyes, as someone capable of gathering massive quantities of divine