East Sea.
The great battle on Qing Song Island had raged for some time. As the Cave Heaven faded from the mortal realm, the loose cultivators scattered like a swarm of bees, and the brilliance of spirit mechanism, once dazzling as the blazing sun, gradually waned until all that remained was the visage of an ordinary Cave Heaven Blessed Land.
Within the Great Void it was misty and boundless. Strands of flowing light rose up; the Cave Heaven of Qing Song Temple had completely detached and disappeared within the inky blackness of the Great Void, becoming waves of multicolored light sinking into infinite nothingness.
Brilliant colors from Divine Skills flowed within the Great Void. Figures stood there, encircling the floating pair of jade boxes at the center, silently watching. Not a single person spoke.
The atmosphere was awfully awkward. Soon, a northern figure broke the silence, speaking quietly:
