Time returned to the present, in Immortal City.
The city was still in ruins. Building debris and human skeletons were mixed together, gray dust and blood flowed everywhere, and the air was filled with the smell of blood and scorched flesh.
The difference from before was that Su Ming and Zheng Xian stood atop the Celestial Variant's corpse, with the Nightfall Greatsword and Holy Spear both buried deep in the core within the Celestial's chest.
This place resembled a sunken volcanic crater. The surrounding metal bore marks of blades and axes, like a path someone had forcibly hacked open.
Zheng Xian clutched his head and swayed a few times as though drunk. "Brother, why do I feel like I blacked out? How did we kill the Celestial?"
Su Ming was slightly better off. Though he could not recall too much from the various Timelines lest his brain fail to withstand it, he still remembered the three most obvious memories.
He pulled out his weapon from the core and tossed Zheng Xian's spear back into his arms. "It wasn't us who killed it. It was causality."
"???"
Zheng Xian was dragged out of the huge pit with a baffled look on his face. Cloak helped the two of them stand atop the Celestial's chest.
The Variant was now completely dead. Its fall had destroyed many buildings, while numerous soldiers in the distance cautiously approached, their eyes full of fear as they looked at the two men.
"Don't try to remember too much. Your brain can't handle it. You only need to know that I had Adjutant send us to a Time Point where we had already killed the Variant."
"This..." Zheng Xian frowned. "That works too?"
"Why wouldn't it?" Su Ming asked with a smile, shaking the sticky slurry off his