Qian Yuhan: "I Am About to Fall into Eternal Slumber and Suppress the Evil Dragon's Will."

The rift in the sky slowly closed.

The world returned to silence.

Yet an even heavier stone weighed on everyone's hearts.

Gu Yuena's parting words had branded themselves onto every heart like a curse.

Gu Yuena was gone.

The war had temporarily ended.

But the sun had not returned.

Tang Wulin did not smile.

He stood atop the city wall, looking up at Qian Yuhan.

She still remained half-kneeling.

The six wings behind her still blazed brilliantly.

But her right hand was already pressed against her forehead.

Beneath her fingers, golden patterns writhed over her skin like living things.

For an instant, a light that did not belong to her flashed in her eyes.

That light was called savagery.

It was called chaos, called distortion.

It was called the malice that wished to destroy everything.

Tang Wulin's heart clenched painfully.

"Lady Qian Yuhan..."

She did not respond.

She slowly rose to her feet and looked up at the pitch-black sky.

Then she turned and walked step by step toward Angel City.

The city was already boiling over.

Countless people flooded the streets.

Tears streamed down their faces as they frantically shouted her name.

"Lord Angel God!"

"You've returned! You really returned!"

"We won! We survived!"

"Angel God—!"

The people wept as they fell to their knees.

The elderly, children, soldiers, mothers—everyone reached out toward her.

As if worshipping a sun that had risen once more.

But Qian Yuhan did not stop.

She slowly descended onto the city wall.

Facing those people who gazed at her through tears.

She remained silent for a long time.

In the end, she merely said softly:

"It isn't over yet."

The crowd's cheers came to an abrupt halt.

Luo Miya stood behind her.

Her face gradually turned pale.

Qian Yuhan turned to look at Tang