Everyone stopped fighting.
The Human Race stopped writing war poetry, drawing bows, and swinging weapons.
The demon barbarians reined in their blood and qi, sheathed their claws, and hid their fangs.
Every human and demon barbarian looked up at the sky.
They gazed at the Star Wall space, at the Lang Lu Incarnation whose eyes shone with pride, and at the Guanhai Incarnation with his hair hanging loose.
Three full breaths passed before cracks suddenly spread all over the Guanhai Incarnation's body, strange shafts of pale blue light spilling out through them.
In the blink of an eye, the light was exhausted, and the Guanhai Incarnation's body turned to dust.
At the same time, the Star Wall space shattered, scattering the dust.
Only the Lang Lu Incarnation remained in the sky.
In the morning light, that enormous silver wolf seemed like the lord of the heavens, holding dominion over the world.
"Sacred might is supreme!" Barbarian Emperor Lang Yuan roared madly, his eyes blazing with unprecedented fervor.
"Sacred might is supreme!"
"Sacred might is supreme!"
All the demon barbarians joined in the thunderous roars, wave after unbroken wave.
The mountain-toppling, sea-overturning roar surged like a tide, battering every human's mind.
"How could this be..."
After uttering those words, a young Provincial Graduate could not bear the Guanhai Incarnation's death, and his literary guts cracked.
Hundreds of scholars' eyes dimmed, their literary guts covered in dust.
Only despair remained in their hearts.
The sky had fallen.
Every scholar of the Jing Kingdom felt both grief and rage, before a profound sense of helplessness engulfed them.
Chen Guanhai was the Jing Kingdom's sole pillar. Without him, if no Half-Sage emerged in the Jing Kingdom within three years, the kingdom would be struck from the Human Race's roster.
Although only Chen Guanhai's incarnation