With his departure.
This stagnant world regained its rhythm, the clouds drifted, and the grass swayed in the wind.
Venerable Guangming regained his mobility, and the huge stone hanging in his heart finally fell. He looked toward the direction where Jidian had disappeared, his brow slightly furrowed in thought.
But in the end, it turned into a light rebuke.
"Lunatic!"
Afterward, Venerable Guangming made no further attempts to stop and quickly headed toward Little Sumeru Mountain with Little Fa Hai.
...
At the same time, the battle over at Black Mountain had already attracted countless gazes.
Not only from the various forces in the Cultivation Realm.
But also from ordinary people in cities nearly a thousand miles away.
"What on earth is fighting? Immortals? Or perhaps Yama from the Underworld?"
"Is the apocalypse really coming?"
"What has happened to this era? Can someone tell me why it suddenly turned out this way?"
Many ordinary people were shouting, some even crying.
