At last, the lightning began to weaken.
In the sky, the suffocating five-colored tribulation cloud, as if having exhausted its final reserve of power, slowly began to disperse.
The raging wind gradually died down, the furious waves calmed.
Immediately after, within several hundred li, the pure Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi seemed to receive some invisible summons, turning into torrents of Spiritual mist that surged in from all directions, madly pouring into that gradually sharpening human silhouette.
As the tribulation clouds fully scattered, bands of seven-colored rosy light emerged out of thin air in the sky, interweaving into a magnificent scroll of splendor.
It seemed as though a light rain had begun to fall.
Faintly, there came ethereal and melodious immortal music from the lofty, distant void, lingering without dispersing.
Between sea and sky, there was a newborn tranquility and peace after the battle.
