The two of them still stood in the south, having witnessed everything.
Shi Rong suffered the agony of backlash from the source. His body seemed to have aged several thousand years; his face was pale and wrinkled like an ancient sheet of parchment. His lips were tightly pressed together, as though he were enduring indescribable pain.
That once incomparably imposing, upright figure was now hunched over, seemingly bearing the merciless weight of the Great World.
His hair had already turned gray-white, his long locks hanging down like the branches of a withered tree.
Shi Rong's lips were cracked, a trace of blood flowing from them. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly in a faint smile, as though he were mocking something.
"Alliance Leader, are you waiting for him?" Ye Qingyou spoke softly. Her long hair cascaded to her waist like a black waterfall, draped over her shoulders and emitting a faint, chilling gleam.
Her eyes were deep and clear, like lakes of ice. Unafraid of the killing intent Chen Xun cast toward her, she had simply not expected things to end like this.
Chen Xun's decision had been far too decisive, so much so that even she, an Immortal, had been caught off guard.
This World-Shocking War had ended in a way that left her utterly baffled... it came to an abrupt halt!
Chen Xun had not become enemies with the Myriad Races. A cultivator selfish to the extreme, one who had never cared whether other realms lived or died—she found it difficult to imagine that he could make such a decision.
"I still haven't seen through him completely..."
Ye Qingyou's Dao heart felt as though something had clogged it, leaving her in immense discomfort. She let out a low growl within, *How could you possibly allow the Myriad