Ye Ling departed, his only son left on his own, while Xiao Hei stayed behind. Ye Ling had agreed with it that, at the moment when his family passed away peacefully, it would directly break through and fly to the Immortal Realm.
For Xiao Hei, the decades were but a blink of an eye, yet for humans, it was a lifetime.
In the West, at the Divines Hall, Ye Ling walked alone through this once imposing place that was now devoid of any spark of life, a desolate wasteland. His steps were slow, filled with a deep sense of regret.
The leader's mountain of the past West had vanished into obsolescence, with none following the Divines Hall's army to Xuantian Palace, and those who were left scattered and fled after the fall of the Divines Hall's elites.
Ye Ling shook his head, "It's time to leave. The Heavenly Realm? Haha, after so many years, now I ascend to Heavenly Realm in such a way—an eventuality I never imagined."