Li Jiutian had fallen, and the shackles had been broken.
The shadow that had shrouded this realm for countless ages was finally swept away.
For the first time, the sky of this realm shone bright as day!
Su Hu clenched his fists, tears spilling from his eyes.
Lu Ming trembled with excitement, hope blazing in his eyes.
Sunlight fell upon the disciples.
Though drenched in blood and covered in wounds, their fighting spirit still soared!
They gazed at the white-robed figure within the golden light.
For a moment, they were silent.
Then their cheers rose like a tidal wave.
"Long live the sect master!!!"
"Long live the Heavenly Dao Sect!!!"
Their cries swept across every battlefield in the Ninth Layer and echoed throughout the entire realm!
The sound lingered for a long time.
Suddenly, a sunlit rain began to fall.
The disciples of the Heavenly Dao Sect stood in the rain, tilting their faces up to welcome its coolness, faintly tinged with salt.
Some tasted tears in it.
They were the tears of countless souls who had died in the mines, countless souls who had perished far from home, countless souls of the Ninth Layer who had died unable to close their eyes in peace—tears they could finally shed!!
Su Hu sheathed his sword and raised an arm.
It was no command, merely the slightest gesture.
Yet hundreds of millions of disciples seemed to receive the same signal at once.
They lowered their weapons and bowed their heads in silence.
It was mourning.
It was a message of comfort to the dead.
The rain fell for the time it took a stick of incense to burn.
When it stopped, not a single banner flew in the Ninth Layer Heaven but that of the Heavenly Dao Sect!
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