Everything was once again immersed in this vivid world.
Not only that, the vast area of forest that was previously destroyed by the waterfall's pressure also returned to normal. Under the waterfall, a figure loomed, its movements identical to the beginning.
The sunlight appeared as a brilliant golden hue, falling on the vast green vegetation, revealing a gleaming verdancy. Occasionally, sparse halos penetrated the layers of trees, scattering bits of fragmented gold.
In the sky, white birds circled, flapping their wings and descending.
Its claws grasped the treetop, wings folded, head raised, lowering its gaze.
In its pupils was reflected a shattered, blood-red body.
He leaned slantingly against a tree trunk, looking disheveled.
"Cough, cough... cough, cough..."
After a rapid bout of coughing, blood foam continuously seeped from the corner of his mouth. Ye Qingzhou was in pain, yet his eyes were a deep and radiant black.
He thought he was going to die, but he hadn't.
