In the Spirit Mountain Sacred Realm, the dust was beginning to settle.
The figures representing the supreme authority of this world had already vanished. All that remained was this once-sacred land—its Buddha Light dim, its palaces toppled, and its grounds in shambles—silently recounting the tale of fallen grandeur amidst the vast twilight.
From deep within the ruins, amid the shadows of rubble and broken statues, a figure emerged, walking slowly with heavy steps.
It was the Crown Prince of Nanyin, who had long lain dormant after pledging his allegiance to Qingyuan Dao Seeking True Monarch.
He stepped over cracked, jeweled tiles and trod upon the broken limbs of gilded Buddha statues. His gaze swept past the devastation, settling on the southern sky where the blazing white sun had finally vanished.
There was nothing there.
Only drifting clouds remained, as if all the heart-pounding events had been but a dream.
