The Curtain Falls

He held his head high, standing alone at the center of the arena, drawing in Essence Qi from all directions and devouring moonlight and starlight, his entire body shrouded within it.

He was incomparably majestic, reigning over the world as spiritual energy from all directions poured into his body, Divine Light flashing endlessly around him.

He was the peerless Divine King, Jiang Taixu. Who in the world deserved white robes, if not this man?

Above the Firmament, ocean-like Essence Qi surged in like tides, wave upon wave pouring into the Divine King Body.

His aura grew ever stronger. His withered body gradually became nourished, his flesh rapidly recovering its vitality and swelling continuously.

At this moment, his white robes were whiter than snow, his features as refined as jade. There was not a trace of aged decline left on him. He was vigorous and heroic, as though time had reversed and he had returned to four thousand years ago.

"Brother Taixu, don't... don't look at me!" Fairy Caiyun suddenly turned around and spoke with her back to Jiang Taixu.

"I am already old. My youth is gone. Let the woman I once was remain in your heart forever!"

With that, Fairy Caiyun prepared to flee beyond Holy City.

Jiang Taixu suddenly seized Fairy Caiyun's wrist and murmured, "In my eyes, you have never changed. You have always been the same, whether four thousand years ago or now..."

"Brother Taixu!" Fairy Caiyun could no longer restrain herself and threw herself into Jiang Taixu's arms.

Everyone else remained silent, quietly watching.

Elsewhere, Ji Hao merged with the Dao Venerable Dharma Form. Every movement of his carried the mighty power of heaven and earth. The Tengkong Sword danced through the air, clashing against the Saint Spear and unleashing waves of pressure.

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