Amid that rumble of thunder, Emperor Zhetian vanished from heaven and earth.
He did not leave so much as a shadow behind.
Had Yang Qing and the others not watched him disappear with their own eyes, it would have been as though this man had never appeared at all.
Every trace connected to him had vanished from their surroundings.
Even Jiangli, after its connection to Emperor Zhetian was completely severed, was so weak it could not open its eyes.
Without so much as a word, it fainted straight onto Yang Qing's shoulder.
Fortunately, Yang Qing reacted quickly enough to catch it in his arms.
Otherwise, the little fellow would have fallen straight to the ground.
After Emperor Zhetian disappeared, the ink-dark sky began to clear, little by little, until blue skies stretched for ten thousand miles.
Their injuries remained, but whether it was because Emperor Zhetian's oppressive aura had vanished or not, the heaviness inside their bodies was gone.
"Hm? Look, what's that?"
Yang Qing was just about to get up and leave when he caught a flash of something out of the corner of his eye.
He instinctively looked up and saw something glowing in the fork of the great tree beside which they stood.
From a distance, it looked like a glowing ball.
Of them all, Mo Yang was the least injured.
Seeing everyone craning their necks to look at the glowing ball, Mo Yang leaped up and brought it down.
The moment the ball left the fork of the tree, the light on its surface faded of its own accord.
What now lay in Mo Yang's hand was a palm-sized ball.
"What's inside this ball?"
Yang Qing reached out and touched the little ball, only to discover that something seemed to be moving inside it.
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