Kaerisha was dead.
His enormous corpse crashed to the ground, smashing a lake-sized crater into the earth.
Then golden flames followed, burning it to ashes within mere minutes.
Countless years later, that enormous crater would become a beautiful lake, only to be occupied by a band of filthy, hideous goblins.
Thus, the curtain finally fell on Kaerisha, the King of the Gods who had ruled Mayi World for tens of thousands of years.
Perhaps that age of great contention tens of thousands of years ago had allowed a man of wavering resolve to obtain the greatest opportunity and ascend the throne of the King of the Gods, only to be cut down into the dust tens of thousands of years later.
Perhaps he, too, had once been a steadfast seeker of the path, gifted beyond measure and brimming with talent, but after obtaining the authority of a God King and eternal life, he had long since cast aside the courage he once possessed.
Yet the epics passed their final verdict on him: Kaerisha, the Fallen God King, had been nothing but a clown.
When Jiang Yang slew Kaerisha, and his corpse burned away until its remaining ashes returned to Mayi.
The will of all Mayi finally ceased to be so lifeless, no longer looking as though it might keel over at any moment.
It reclaimed the world's source power that Kaerisha, the Fallen God King, had stolen, recovering a little vitality.
Deep within their hearts, all the surviving creatures had a feeling that the world seemed to have come "alive."
Then another great surge of world power poured into Jiang Yang's Sky Divine Throne.
The golden Sky Divine Throne instantly blazed with light and rose even higher, truly shining like a sun.
Vast amounts of light spilled onto the darkened