The void quickly calmed down, but a cluster of broken souls remained.
This cluster of broken souls gradually transformed, forming a young figure.
The young figure was exceptionally graceful, yet incredibly calm and indifferent.
"Lee Ran, thank you for saving my life, but you have destroyed the Evil Venerate Sword, and with it, the future of the Immortal Buddha Divine Race."
The Emperor now appeared utterly miserable, blood flowing all over his body, bleeding from his seven orifices, nearly gravely injured.
However, he still reluctantly uttered these words.
"I only fulfilled my promise to my brother, that's all I have to say."
Lee Ran was silent for a moment, then spoke.
Pan Emperor and Nuwa fell silent, saying nothing.
But the Emperor only sighed in a daze, his eyes showing a look of sorrow.
"The time axis was shaken once again, and cracks have appeared, I'm afraid the Nine Ancient Lands themselves might face trouble."
