Su Bai stood in the void. In that dim, crimson world, his white robes were the most striking sight.
The rift in the Demon World's sky had closed completely, but the glimpse he had caught of that vast world was seared deep into his heart.
Compared with what he had just seen, the Myriad Heavens and Worlds were hardly worth mentioning.
That was the true splendor of the Myriad Realms!
A true legend of the boundless heavens!
Beneath his feet, the Demon World seemed so... small in the radiance of those myriad worlds.
The Immortal King was not the end!
The road of the Immortal Dao stretched far beyond!
The Demon World had fallen!
An unprecedented defeat!
Countless devils lay prostrate among the ruins, wailing in despair.
The surviving Demon Kings hid in the deepest reaches of their ancestral land, trembling.
The ultimate power the Heavenly Demon King had taken such pride in had been cut apart by a single sword strike. That had crushed their last will to resist.
Even the Heavenly Demon King himself had gone mad and abandoned his own side.
Su Bai considered the question.
What should he do with the Demon World?
Leave it a sliver of hope?
Or... wipe out this ancient source of enmity and end the threat forever?
For him, either choice was only a thought away.
Nothing in the Demon World could threaten him now.
Even if some Demon Kings still slumbered, none could be stronger than the Heavenly Demon King—stronger than Su Bai.
As Su Bai pondered, something stirred faintly in his heart.
He sensed someone watching him.
Su Bai slowly turned. His gaze pierced the churning devilish energy and dust, coming to rest on a solitary black mountaintop.
There sat a woman in red, silent and still.
Crane