Not much time had passed. The drifting clouds beside Heavenly Light Peak had yet to reach Shangde Peak and the other places when the continuous lightning in the Void Realm stopped.
In that high, distant sky, a bright sheen suddenly appeared, like a mirror hundreds of miles across.
That was the boundary between the Void Realm and the real sky.
Two tiny black dots appeared in the mirror and gradually grew larger.
Fang Jingtian and True Person Guangyuan landed on the Heavenly Light Peak Summit one after the other. Neither bore any visible wounds, and their complexions were normal.
Back then, True Person Taiping had fought until blood flowed in rivers for the position of Green Mountain Sect Master, slaughtering Mocheng Peak, but that had been an exception, after all.
A situation like today's could not possibly be decided by life and death. It was enough for both sides to know.
Then who had won in the end?
True Person Guangyuan walked back into the Shiyue Peak group.
Fang Jingtian remained where he was.
A faint stir arose among the peaks, and the elders of Shiyue Peak sighed with some regret.
In the end, he had been thirty years behind. Though both were Heaven-Connecting Realm powerhouses, there was still a difference.
Fang Jingtian walked toward the Thatched Hut.
His silver brows drifted lightly.
The chair stood beneath the Thatched Hut.
As he passed the stone stele, he stopped and bowed to the Origin Turtle.
The Origin Turtle kept his eyes closed and did not respond.
Fang Jingtian reached the Thatched Hut and turned to sit down.
Suddenly, a light breeze brushed past, and the chair toppled over just like that, shattering into a pile of wooden slats.
Deathly silence fell over the Heavenly Light Peak Summit.
That chair represented the