Purging heaven and earth.
The dragon and phoenix sing again.
The wild beasts howl again.
All creatures roar in unison.
The killing aura that had just annihilated over a thousand lives in the starry sky, the stars falling, the sun and moon descending, transformed into Xie Tian's soul form.
The soul form staggered a few steps before stabilizing.
Yet his staggering posture did nothing to dampen the terror emanating from his body, nor the delight in his blood-red eyes.
Killing doesn't bring much joy.
But replenishing the scarce remaining survival time in an instant is enough to be joyous.
The joy belongs to Xie Tian himself, while his terror is gifted to others, gifted to this world.
The world is silent, outsiders remain voiceless.
This kind of quiet is perfect for cultivation and enlightenment.
Content, Xie Tian continues toward the soul statue, passing the dumbstruck crowd, passing the motionless deities...
He sits cross-legged, closes his eyes, and reflects.
