When the eternal night disappeared, everyone's distorted senses and consciousness recovered. Only then did they realize that the world before their eyes had returned to its original clarity.
On the Supreme Platform, the Hundred-eyed Dark Crow, which resembled an apocalyptic catastrophe, had long vanished, and the grand spectacle of the Heavenly Palace was also gone.
The clouds in the sky had completely dispersed. The vast sky was clear, an immaculate blue, without a single wisp of cloud.
Only a faint golden light sprinkled down from the heavens, falling on a figure upon the platform who was emitting a soft white halo.
It bathed his already indescribably magnificent body in an additional layer of golden radiance, as if he had just stepped from the pages of myth and legend.
It was Lu Yuan, and the transformation within him was still ongoing.
This transformation was thorough, from the inside out, from spirit to physique.
