White clouds drifted leisurely, and the wind in the sky was cool.
Jiang Yang stood in the air with his gaze lowered, his eyes fixed on the portal the entire time.
A long time passed.
As the last Angel was about to disappear, he finally took a sheet of paper out of his spatial storage, wrote a sentence on it, wrapped it in divine power, and threw it into the portal.
Immediately afterward, the portal vanished, leaving only Little White Cat curled up in deep sleep where it had been.
Jiang Yang flew down from the sky and picked her up.
Heavenly Mountain.
Inside a magnificent, grand hall of light.
An exquisitely beautiful female Angel knelt on one knee, her long golden hair falling to the floor without gathering a speck of dust.
On the throne in the hall, Heavenly Lord Ye Hehua, with twelve wings upon his back, wore a dark expression.
He stared at the beautiful female Angel in the hall for a long time before finally speaking.
"Gabriel, for the first time in countless years, you have disobeyed my orders. I am very disappointed!"
The female Angel kept her head lowered and remained silent, her eyes fixed on the floor.
The twelve-winged Heavenly Lord looked at his silent subordinate, rose helplessly, walked to her side, and asked softly.
"Do you, too, think they are right?"
Earth.
Night.
The starry sky glittered, and the Milky Way floated across the night sky like a beautiful ribbon, breathtakingly lovely.
On the Far North Snowfield Icefield.
Jiang Yang led the surviving warriors as they stood silently in formation amid the wind and snow.
Before them lay rows of ice coffins, far outnumbering the survivors.
Inside the ice coffins lay all the warriors who had fallen in battle, their bodies