Chu Yun exerted all his strength to activate the Clear Sight Technique, wanting to see what had become of the collapsed space from before, but... in the end, he was disappointed. He could no longer find anything. However, he raised his eyes toward the depths of the thunderbolts and sighed. "Since even that one could not see it, how could Chu possibly make it out? Forget it, forget it. People often say, 'The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.' Chu laid plans for so long, wishing to be that oriole, only to discover at the very end that Chu was merely that pitiful cicada! In the end, I was made into the oriole's prey by that one."
Sighing as he went, Chu Yun flew away. Yet he did not feel much regret. Although the Chu family's gains in this Divine Demon Blood Swamp had not been as great as he had hoped, their earlier objective had been achieved, and they had obtained a God Demon Puppet as well. Chu Yun had not labored in vain. With this God Demon Puppet, the Chu family's position among the Confucian cultivator families of Cangxian Continent would only grow steadier. Sooner or later, their reputation as a third-rate family would become deserved.
Everyone departed, and the third day of wind and rain gradually passed as well. Just as Chu Yun had seen, the Blood Swamp spanning ten thousand li had vanished. That seemingly barren land had become rain-soaked marshland, steaming gradually beneath the sunlight. Yet if this ten-thousand-li wilderness was to become inhabited, it would likely take another thousand or ten thousand years, barring any unforeseen events. After all, how could land corroded by demonic qi become fertile so easily?
Many people across Cangxian Continent learned of the events in the