When the massive seven-colored light that could not be contained even by the lofty platform gathered into Xie Tian's soul and body, those who were almost shattered by the overwhelming ancient melody once again saw Xie Tian clearly.
Xie Tian's figure had not changed in the slightest.
He still stood tall, gazing at the sky, as his breath continued its long, slow whistle.
But at this moment, no one could read any unwillingness from this silhouette about the inability to activate the Soul Separation Gift of the integration realm.
Whether it was the people from the Immortal Domain who had always mocked and ridiculed Xie Tian as their duty...
Or the demoness standing with crossed arms laughing coldly on the side...
Or the abandoned ones clenching their fists tightly, tasting the bitterness and pain within...
Or the three divine sons of the god clan standing high above, pressing down so heavily that no one could raise their heads...
