This night, people saw many stars in the sky burst forth, more dazzling than fireworks, exploding in the universe and then disappearing forever!
The starry sky seemed to be purified, becoming dim and lightless.
As for the earth below, terrifying auras surged. Had it not been for someone suppressing it with overwhelming mana, the vast land would have turned to ashes.
At dawn, the Sun rose, not cut down, still shining brilliantly.
However, last night, the moon had diminished, a small piece shorn off by someone, showcasing the might of the Immortal Sect Leader. Once a bloody battle ensued, all things would wither.
The morning glow was golden, filled with the breath of life. Shi Hao stood on the high platform, swallowing the purple Qi and gradually clearing his mind. The earth and universe still existed; as long as one lived, any hope could be pursued.
The Sun rose high, yet Willow Deity hadn't returned nor had Little Pagoda appeared. He hadn't moved, still quietly waiting.