Aftermath

The aftermath of the celestial clash left Fourth Hell in a state of disarray. The once pristine landscape now bore the scars of an otherworldly battle, with craters punctuating the once-lush terrain and remnants of celestial magic lingering in the air like ethereal echoes. The sky, once a canvas of natural beauty, still held traces of the magical meteor's descent, casting an otherworldly glow that painted the surroundings in iridescent hues.

Onlookers, both mortal and powerful cultivators alike, stood in stunned silence. The awe-inspiring display of celestial power had left them breathless, and the realization of the forces at play left a palpable tension hanging in the air. Leaders of various sects, hidden experts, and curious wanderers all shared the same wide-eyed expression, grappling with the sheer magnitude of the spectacle they had just witnessed.