"The artifact is destroyed, yet the Rakshasa lives on."
"Hold on, the artifact is destroyed... but what about the person?" Ji Wuyun spotted the loophole.
"The 'Qingshan Annals' did not record him, perhaps... he was not qualified."
"Is it possible... that he won?"
"The chance is slim. It's more likely that he was defeated, with a small possibility that he escaped with his life." A staff member of Thornblood remarked.
The events recorded in the "Qingshan Annals," while they might undergo minor changes, are unlikely to deviate in their overall course.
Just as the scheming of Thornblood could never fail.
The Divine Wood would turn into Strange Spirits, and the Qingshan Realm would become the Eerie Realm.
And the task he received in the Void Paradise was to hasten this process.
"I wonder... how it ended," he sighed softly.
Meanwhile, in the royal capital.
A towering figure stood tall, as if he were a sky-supporting pillar of white jade, a sea-spanning crossbeam of purple gold.