The clouds and mist had dispersed. Sunlight spilled over Green Mountain, and every peak was clearly visible.
Shangde Peak grew a little warmer.
Corpse Dog no longer squinted. He looked up at the falling daylight, warmth in his eyes as well.
Deep within the Sword Prison.
Uncle-Master Tailu's shouting became barely audible muttering: "Oneness? Could this be oneness?"
In that solitary cell, Snow Ji crouched on the bamboo chair, sensing the changes in the aura of heaven and earth. After a moment's silence, she gave a soft whimper.
The light on Heavenly Light Peak remained the brightest, but the hole in the stone stele grew even deeper and darker.
The Origin Turtle beneath the stele slowly opened his eyes. His gaze was deep and dark, much like that hole.
Fang Jingtian looked at the hole in the stone stele and said with feeling, "Master, you were right after all."
Above what had once been that ruined temple.
Jing Jiu's feet left the ground, and he floated up just like that.
Back in the Demon-Suppressing Prison, after cultivating the Netherworld Immortal Sword with the Nether Emperor's help, he had become much lighter than ordinary cultivators, and much purer as well.
That was because the turbid energy within him had been refined by soul fire, naturally lending him an ethereal immortal air.
But the way he floated up now was different from before. There was something more inhuman about it, like a banner in the wind, a sail upon the sea.
Since he was still holding Nan Qu's hand, his body rose until it lay horizontally in the air, his right hand aimed at Nan Qu's body.
At Fruitful Accomplishment Temple, Monk Du Hai had severely injured his right hand. Afterward, he had sought whetstones throughout the Chaotian Continent, taking