Zouyu Water Mansion.
The earth-shaking battle came to an end.
The Map of Ten Thousand Rivers transformed into billions of rivers, binding and compressing the black-robed figure until it condensed into a single drop of water.
One drop, one world. Within this drop, the black-robed figure stood with a staff, its form gradually fading away.
The Witch's confident smile echoed out: "One day, we will meet again."
The Innate Water Spirit's figure was faint, its feelings complicated.
"The Witch had already foreseen that Master and the others would leave a backhand; for this day, the Witch has plotted for countless years."
It gazed toward the Map of Ten Thousand Rivers, sensing that the power of Dao Rules within had clearly thinned greatly.
In fact, some places already revealed fine cracks.
If the Master were here, such damage would be nothing at all.
But now there were no Desolate Gods left in the world; who could repair a Divine Artifact?
