The light and shadows in the Turbulent Sea Region were, after all, merely ancient phantoms, brought back for a brief time by Yi Shuyuan's voice and the influence of his Dharma Power.
When it was all over, some were bewildered, some horrified, while some, such as the avian demon cultivators from Heavenly Battle Mountain, felt an aching sense of loss.
But many of those present possessed profound cultivation. Naturally, they could tell that what they had just witnessed was only a retracing of shadows from the past. Perhaps those sights had once existed, but they belonged to a very distant age.
"A phoenix..."
On the island, Feng Yan also lowered his gaze from the sky. That had unmistakably been a phoenix, though such creatures now existed only in legend. So this place had once been the Paulownia Sea.
Looking down beside him, he saw three blood-drenched dragon corpses. Hong Ye's two sons had also reverted to their original forms.
While those amid the turbulent currents of the Western Sea were reeling in horror and bewilderment at those ancient phantoms, Daoist Xue and his companions stood frozen in a great temple in a distant city of Great Qiu.
Unlike the others, Daoist Xue had not merely seen the statues collapse with his own eyes. Images of three dragons dying seemed to surface in his mind.
One dragon's head had been severed from its body, while the other two convulsed and breathed their last. Heavenly thunder rolled around them, a small mountain lay below, and the boundless sea stretched out in every direction, as though a calamity had descended from heaven to destroy these evil creatures.
Daoist Xue did not know this was a form of Spirit Sense. He only felt that it was extraordinarily real. When he tried to see