After a thousand sails had passed, the road opened once more; spring returned to the earth, and all things were renewed.
Under Shen Yun's forceful suppression, all eight Ancestor Gods were executed. Only the Devil Ancestor fled in disgrace, his majesty swept away.
Once the dust settled, the atmosphere gradually warmed.
For a time, laughter and conversation rose one after another.
"Who would have thought that the Devil Race would even abandon the Underworld? The Nine Heavens have finally ushered in lasting peace..."
After a brief exchange, the Ancestral Dragon learned the full sequence of events and could not help sighing inwardly.
Thinking back to the Heavenly Realm at the height of its prosperity, it had merely stood on equal footing with the Underworld. When had it ever achieved such a glorious victory?
"Through the endless ages, learning that old friends are safe and sound is truly a great blessing."
The Qilin Emperor gently stroked his beard. Though he was in Divine Beast form, he carried an air of clear wind and bright moon, detached from the mundane world.
Shen Yun was not surprised. The Qilin Clan had always remained aloof from worldly strife and was revered as an auspicious sign. Such a disposition was only natural.
As for Xuanxiao Sword Saint, he did not have such a good temper. After the fierce battle, he had nearly hacked that young Immortal King from the Other Domain into a complete fool.
Had Shen Yun not intervened, he would likely have long since turned to ash and followed in the footsteps of his two companions.
"Heavenly Venerable, if you wish to seek information, you may simply ask this little woman."
At that moment, Meng Die spoke softly from the side, her words carrying a reminder. "The Holy Envoy's soul is controlled by