When Jing Jiu awoke, heaven and earth seemed to awaken with him.
Similar things had happened several times before, but this time was different after all.
Those at the very summit of the Chaotian Continent knew perfectly well that this would be his last slumber, his last awakening.
Next, he would either die beneath Xilai's sword or leave for good.
A strand of divine sense arose from deep within the snowfield, sweeping like a ray of light over White City and those manors and camps before finally vanishing into the small temple before Red Mountain.
"Why are you so happy that he's alive?"
Once the Zen Child confirmed that the Snow Nation Queen was no longer watching, he crawled out from beneath the table, muttering.
He stepped over the high threshold and looked south toward Dayuan City, unaware that his own face was filled with relief as well.
News of Jing Jiu's awakening also reached the Netherworld, naturally not through a human messenger, but through the magma scattering like sparks.
Cao Yuan blocked the magma's outlet, looking from a distance like a great Buddha shouldering the sky.
He sensed what had happened at Three Thousand Courtyard, turned toward the Mortal World, and met Bu Qiuxiao's gaze with a smile.
A Piao did not know what these two great figures helping her save the Netherworld were doing.
She had been staring blankly for a long time at the colorless tree inside the Imperial Palace.
Suddenly, a leaf turned green, a striking color in the Netherworld. Guessing what had happened, she cried out in excitement.
The Imperial Palace in Chaoge City was full of green trees. In midsummer, they brought waves of cool shade to the palace's noble residents, but inspired no sense of surprise.
-A profusion of wildflowers suddenly sprouted along