Welcome Back Victorious, Your Imperial Majesty! (4K) (Continued)

And after the sword radiance slashed from the phantom formation diagram reflected from the void annihilated the beam of destruction that had shot straight into the grave-robbing tunnel,

it did not dissipate. Instead, as though possessed of life and will, it gently spun through the void above the tunnel, traced a mysterious trajectory, and then sank back into that hazy corner of the formation diagram's phantom.

Splash!

The phantom formation diagram rippled faintly, supreme divine radiance flowing through it as though it were breathing.

Immediately after,

amid utter silence, the gathered heroes saw the void behind that corner of the phantom formation diagram—previously imprisoned by the formless mighty power of a Supreme Weapon—slowly part to either side like water.

The next instant,

tap!

Tap... tap...

A man and a woman stepped calmly out from the opened void.

The man in front stood tall and straight as a pine tree. He wore a simple green robe, his black hair whipping in the wind yet tied back, his features handsome and divine, his gaze calm and profound.

Though no Vision stirred within his eyes, they were as still as an ancient well.

He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, no terrifying aura erupting around him, yet he naturally exuded a tranquil bearing as deep as an abyss and steadfast as a mountain, one that seemed to return to simplicity.

At his side stood a breathtaking beauty in red robes and silver hair.

She was tall and enchantingly graceful, her fiery red robe outlining devastating curves. Her silver hair fell like a waterfall, her skin was fairer than snow, and her face was peerlessly seductive.

Most striking of all were her eyes. The pupils at their centers seemed faintly vertical, and every shift of her gaze carried a soul-stirring charm. Though