Above the Hidden Dragon Mountains.
Heaven and earth lay deathly still.
Everyone stared blankly at that shattered, annihilated void.
Shock could no longer describe what they felt.
At that moment, every gaze above and below focused on the breathtaking figure beneath the Eternal Night Star River, her red dress fluttering.
One finger had blasted apart the bodies of the Four Great Hall Masters.
One sword strike had annihilated the Mysterious Giant Hand within the Spatial Passage, whose might had weighed upon heaven and earth, shattering space itself.
In everyone's eyes, this woman was nothing less than an "incarnation of gods and devils," an invincible existence in this world.
No one knew where she came from or where she would go.
But everyone present today was destined to remember everything that had happened here for the rest of their lives.
They would remember that peerless, invincible figure.
Now, the sword in the red-robed woman's hand dissipated.
She glanced at the Four Great Hall Masters' Primordial Spirits, imprisoned by the Power of Space and already covered in cracks, and spoke quietly.
"Consider yourselves lucky."
With that, her body began to turn insubstantial. In just a few breaths, she dispersed like mist.
Finally, both the woman's figure and the cloud beneath her vanished from this stretch of heaven and earth.
Then the sky shrouded in eternal night grew bright again, sunlight bathing the land.
Everything returned to how it had been.
It was as though everything that had just happened had merely been an illusion.
Yet the void shattered by the red-robed woman still rippled, slowly healing.
And the Four Great Hall Masters' cracked, dim Primordial Spirits finally broke free, fleeing in panic.
Everything told them.
Everything they had just seen had truly happened.
The battlefield, previously darkened by the fighting, fell into