Upon observing that things had settled down, the Spirit King Bodhisattva smiled briefly before he dematerialized into nothing.
He had plenty more things to deal with; the Spiritual Insect Reincarnation had to be halted temporarily since the most important thing to deal with now was to convert the Demonic Realm into a Spiritual Insect Realm.
A few moments later, he was back on the tropical island located somewhere in Central America.
The sea breeze blew gently around him as it provided him respite after being surrounded by gunsmoke. Tropical plants covered the entire island once again after the heavy rain, the lush greenery full of vigor as the wind blew through them.
The seagulls were visiting the island once more too, as they circled high above sea level.
In the shallow waters, small fishes swam about.