The duty of sunset.

Dark clouds covered the abyss, and Thunder rolled like a raging tide.

The entire Yuyuan was covered in dust. Even in the heavy rain, it was still filled with the unique dejection of ruins after a great battle.

The aura of withering, death, and desolation slowly spread.

The xunmu that had been cut in two was like a collapsed mountain. It no longer had the terrifying aura it had before. It was as if it was just an ordinary dead tree that had been abandoned in the wilderness and allowed to be blown away by the wind and rain.

PEI Ling stood alone in the air and looked down at the entire Yuyuan. His aura was rapidly declining. In the blink of an eye, he had recovered from the great vehicle stage to the dujie stage.

Then, the green qi that was rising above his head also disappeared.

He had only cultivated half of the [ myriad forms of the turbid world, sky bearing grand banquet ], and the green qi could not last forever.