Chaos is dead.
Dead in the river of time and space, vanished together with those colorful streaming lights.
Zhu Jiuyin is dead, nailed onto the Central Mountain.
The remnants dissolve, the white tower collapses.
Countless foreign beasts' skulls roll down.
The people on the mountain path quickly leap to avoid them.
Only half of the Central Mountain remains, the end of the path is cut off there.
No one will ever know what scenes await at the end of the path with a Jade Bi in hand.
Yet the Divine Light Shield ironically still exists.
Line after line of divine light flies back into the foreign beasts, severing the link of life.
Corpse Phoenix Jiaxuan and Heavenly Phoenix Sky Mandarin are still in confrontation.
But those controlling them are dead, they are fixed there, silent like two statues.
The downpour falls above them, half flows into the night, half steams into clouds.
All of this world's grievances, resentful souls, those unresolved emotions, all fall with the rain.
