An Xin watched as Taiyi Immortal Monarch slowly knelt down, feeling a mix of emotions that were hard to articulate.
There was a sense of relief, astonishment, and admiration for her master.
At the same time, it was mostly the absurdity brought about by the collapse of the image of the Immortal Gods.
Is this the Immortal Gods?
Is this what represents the Heavenly Dao, the existence that all living beings relentlessly pursue throughout their lives?
When Taiyi Immortal Monarch's knees finally hit the ground, the pride of the Immortal Gods was completely torn apart. He lost his previous aura of divinity; despite his eyes being covered, as he lowered his head, he emanated an air of decay and weakness from the inside out.
The gazes of the Seventy-Two Immortals of Golden Cave also became entirely dim.
They dared not, nor could they continue to curse Gu An.