As the Curse Blade was slain, this Blood Fertile Soil Illusion Realm shattered along with it. In the blink of an eye, the scene before Nalan Shuo changed completely. He returned to the Secret Realm, standing in place as though he had never left.
The heart crushed in his hand disappeared, with not a trace of blood left on it. That sticky sensation vanished as well, as if everything before had been merely an illusion.
Not far from him, there was a tattered tent, and a figure sitting behind it swayed eerily a few times before collapsing powerlessly backward, along with the Blood Guanyin Statue held tightly in its arms, which also fell to the ground.
The Curse Blade lay on its back, its expression a blend of pain and fear, its pupils showing only the eerie whites, as its life force dissipated completely.
