A voice above the sea of clouds betrayed a surge of fury.
"Li Ping'an, how dare you..."
A sword strike bearing boundless sword force slowly descended from the sky.
As he recalled the White Jade Capital, it too plunged heavily downward.
It landed on the Small Town.
Li Ping'an lay on a rock, the wounds on his body splitting open.
Blood kept pouring out, and all the strength in his body seemed to have been squeezed dry.
He raised the Wine Gourd and drank from it.
"Phew!!"
After a long while, Li Ping'an seemed to recover some strength.
He rose and walked away, but now he could no longer draw the White Jade Capital back into his body.
So it followed behind him, clanging and clattering.
Li Ping'an glanced back.
When he stopped, the White Jade Capital stopped.
When he walked, the White Jade Capital moved.
No words were needed. Victory and defeat had been decided.
Li Ping'an had destroyed the enormous Osmanthus Tree at the center of the Small Town.
He turned, and the White Jade Capital turned with him.
A thunderous crash rang out behind him.
Several houses in the Small Town were crushed straight into ruins beneath the White Jade Capital's enormous bulk.
"...No... no..."
Gravely wounded, Tushan Ya was still struggling desperately on the ground.
Li Ping'an ignored her.
All the Osmanthus Tree's leaves fluttered down, scattering across the ground.
This tree had brought opportunities to who knew how many cultivators, yet unexpectedly, its last had been for a cat.
Outside the Small Town.
A bead slowly unfurled, staining its surroundings like ink.
This Cave-Heaven Paradise, hidden for thousands of years, appeared in the Eastern Snowfield for the first time.
Li Ping'an raised his palm, and a world seemed to dissolve within it.
In the end,