Emperor Heaven departed.
The Fusang Tree emitted a sizzling sound, with golden flames burning.
On the Fusang Tree, in a certain nest, a Golden Crow lifted its head, its eyes filled with an ancient melancholy, as if recalling some sorrowful past events.
Its dark golden feathers were like battle armor, gently preening its plumage as the Golden Crow gazed into the distance.
Its eyes penetrated the void, observing that the battle a hundred thousand miles away had already concluded.
In that battle, the Human Race launched a sudden attack, using numbers to overwhelm their opponents. Six Divinity Transformation cultivators besieged three, with the assistance of over three hundred Nascent Soul cultivators sealing the void to cut off escape routes.
From the beginning of the battle to its end.
The time was rather short.
By the time it noticed the anomaly and awoke from its slumber, everything had ended.
