The void stretched vast, the long winds silent.
The blood mist filling the sky dispersed completely. The slaughter Shiheng had decreed upon the Lingmeng Continent finally came to an end.
Scattered bones lay silent everywhere, and the lingering warmth of shattered laws slowly faded. Not a trace of war's brutality remained between heaven and earth, only the desolation and deathly silence left after catastrophe.
High in the sky, Oakes Redding led his Divine Beast clansmen as they gazed at the white-robed figure before them, their hearts filled with boundless reverence and gratitude.
They bowed deeply to Shiheng, offering the most devout salute to their lord.
Shiheng had emerged from nowhere and turned everything around, carving a path to survival for them time and again from certain death, defying heaven to change their fate.
With everything ending today, the shackles of destiny shattered completely. At last, they could escape their doomed end, step onto the road ahead, and return to the Four Divine Beasts' Ancestral Land, whose heritage spanned hundreds of millions of years.
After completing their bows, they said nothing more. They turned and stepped into the steadily opened interplanar Teleportation Passage.
Light and shadow shifted, and the passage trembled.
Bearing the weariness of ten thousand years of wandering and a heartfelt longing for home, they headed for the Skyrite Mountains in Hell, toward the homeland they had not seen for so long, toward the clansmen and loved ones from whom they had long been separated.
Above the void, Shiheng stood motionless.
His white robes snapped in the wind, untouched by a speck of worldly dust, his figure solitary, upright, and composed.
His calm gaze rested on the Teleportation Passage as he watched the Divine Beast experts depart completely, until the passage's light slowly faded and the void fell silent