"Damn, they cleaned up the battlefield so thoroughly—not a single thing was left behind!"
"Who said nothing was left behind? Aren't these fragments and powder from a Supreme-Grade Immortal King Artifact?"
"Damn, you're even collecting powder?"
"What do youngsters like you know? This is called gathering little by little into much. Even powder is still powder from a Peerless Immortal King Artifact!"
A group of people was cleaning up the battlefield, seeing whether they could find any valuable treasures.
Amid the crowd, a white figure silently appeared in the void.
Her white hair was like snow, and her white robes outshone the snow.
It was Mystic Ice Fairy!
She stood quietly in the void, gazing at the shattered starfield. A faint ripple flashed through her cold eyes.
"This aura..."
She murmured softly, her voice ethereal and cold.
Her gaze fell upon the surrounding battlefield, where extremely dense Prison Qi remained, along with... a scorching aura that even made her heart tremble.
The trails of those auras gradually became clear in her eyes, seemingly transforming into scene after scene, as though that great battle were being replayed.
"The Black Prison Saint Son's protector... a Half-Step Epoch King..."
Her slender fingers lightly brushed through the void. There, a deep ruler mark was branded into space.
Within the ruler mark, the terrifying aura left behind after Ten Thousand Flames Return to One still lingered.
That aura was scorching, tyrannical, and unrivaled.
"A ruler mark... Myriad Flames..."
A trace of understanding flashed through Mystic Ice Fairy's eyes.
"It was them."
She spoke softly. There was no question in her tone, only certainty.
Then, her gaze turned toward the direction in which the Heavenly Dao Sect disciples' auras had departed. A complicated expression surfaced in her cold eyes.
She murmured to herself.
"That young