Jiang Ye stepped out of the Profound Light Hall, the sunlight falling on his shoulders, but he could not feel any warmth.
The outside world of Blue Star was long devoid of the smoke of battle, the void fissures all mended, and the oppressive presence of the gods had dissipated without a trace.
[Thunder Ash] indeed did not appear again, and the crisis had already been resolved.
Yet a heavy and unshakable atmosphere of sorrow enveloped the entire planet.
This sorrow did not stem from fear, but from loss.
Jiang Ye's divine thought moved, instantly spreading out for ten thousand miles, like an invisible net, covering the entire Blue Star.
In the next moment, his gaze suddenly sharpened.
In the Northern Wilderness, a vast cemetery spanning hundreds of miles rose from the ground.
Black tombstones stood densely like a forest, neatly arranged, stretching to the horizon.
