The hidden realm had finally become quiet.
After the Heaven Mending Stone completed its mission, the entire world seemed to have lost the mysterious vitality it once possessed.
The mountains no longer radiated ancient light.
The rivers no longer carried traces of primordial energy.
Everything was slowly returning to ordinary.
Situ stood atop a cliff overlooking the vast landscape.
His black robes fluttered in the wind.
Beside him stood Goro.
The giant had already reduced his size from his terrifying 275-kilometer true form to a more manageable height of thirty meters.
Even so, he still appeared like a moving mountain.
His newly matured eyes quietly observed the surroundings.
"We should leave soon," Goro said.
Situ nodded.
"The opportunities here have been exhausted."
Over the past few months, the two had explored every remaining corner of the hidden realm.
With their current strength, most dangers had become meaningless.
