The Illusion Realm receded, and the Cloth-clothed Swordsman vanished, leaving two giant swords atop the Ten Thousand River Mountains, each embodying the True Intent of two sword moves, equally capable of slashing Dharma Images.
Wei Yuan looked up at the Lotus Pillar, the once fierce and demonic scorched body now devoid of ferocity, only a profound sadness remained. She gazed upward at the statue on the top of the pillar, wishing to look upon her daughter one last time.
Sudden clarity struck Wei Yuan about her and the Cloth-clothed Swordsman's emotions. The little girl had suffered immensely, and it might have been better for her to be freed from it sooner. Yet, in the final moments, she still wished for her daughter to live a bit longer, even if only for a brief while. The conflict, the pain was so heavy it was suffocating.
Perhaps... it was better to return.