The lingering resonance of the Dao stirring between heaven and earth gradually faded at last, and the fierce winds that had ravaged the Far East Prairie for so long finally fell completely still.
The once-boundless prairie, rolling with lush greenery, was now unrecognizable. Deep gullies crisscrossed the ground, and the hard black soil had split open, exposing the dark rocks beneath. Every blade of grass for several li around had turned to ash. An inky aura of destruction still hung so thickly in the air that it seemed impossible to disperse, its wisps spreading between heaven and earth, silently bearing witness to just how breathtaking the Saint Pinnacle clash of the Dao that had shaken the entire prairie had been.
Tulilei stood amid the devastation, his mountain-like frame still straight and imposing, but the prairie Martial Saint's fighting spirit that had once looked down upon the world had completely faded. He gazed at Shiheng's distinguished figure and gentle, composed bearing before him. In his clouded yet keen eyes, there was not the slightest dejection at his defeat, only heartfelt admiration and the relief of newfound clarity.
This veteran Saint, renowned throughout the Yulan Continent and stationed on the Far East Prairie for thousands of years, slowly let out a long sigh. The surging aura of the destruction laws around him withdrew completely. Bowing slightly, he solemnly cupped his fist toward Shiheng, his deep voice carrying genuine sincerity. "Today's battle has opened my eyes and considerably loosened the shackles that have bound my Dao heart for thousands of years. If I am fortunate enough to reach the God Domain someday, I will never forget the guidance you gave me today."
Seeing this, Shiheng hurried a step forward and gently supported Tulilei's arm. His expression remained humble and courteous, without a trace