With that "seed," Yu Ci had strength to spare, enough to easily attend to both places.
By now, the Rakshasa Ghost King had gone without responding for a long while. He had likely left, and his "divine master's bearing" had been thoroughly dismantled. There was no longer any need for the wondrous phenomena sensed by all sides above the clouds to remain.
The Heart-Knocking Bell of Eight Sceneries Palace was the first to vanish. Soon after, phenomena such as the jade-blue sword cry and the Heavenly Demon Heart Drum also faded away. The spiritual radiance released by the major sects naturally did not linger either. Before long, the sea of clouds had almost returned to its usual appearance.
Under the deep-blue sky, sunlight shone with crystalline clarity. Only one place remained unchanged—beside Yu Ci, the void was still sunken, dark and bottomless.
The immortals nearby all knew that the great battle had reached a temporary end, yet none of them spoke first. They merely cast their gazes over, carefully observing the area. But no one dared meet Yu Ci's eyes directly, making their looks seem restless and uncertain. The atmosphere was subtle.
At this moment, everyone was observing the unfathomable powerhouse above the clouds with utmost caution.
If that one did not move, they would not move. If that one moved... then everyone would first assess the situation before deciding whether to move or remain still.
At this instant, the heavenly region nearby seemed to have been smeared with glue, or perhaps clamped beneath shackles. An invisible force of restraint covered every corner.
Yu Ci saw through the thoughts of the cultivators as clearly as fire reflected in a mirror.
He would not overlook a single thought some of them had entertained earlier.
However, his gains in the Realm of