With the people of Boundless Martial Palace finally gone, everyone present at Heaven Dew Peak let out long sighs of relief.
As long as that force had remained on the mountain, the atmosphere had been so tense that even casual speech felt dangerous.
Many younger disciples had not even realized how tightly they had been holding their breath until the flying boat disappeared into the distance.
Now that their boat had vanished beyond the horizon, the crushing pressure hanging over the summit gradually dispersed.
Though Heaven Dew Peak had been reduced to ruins, the storm itself had finally passed.
Broken pavilions lay scattered across the mountain. Cracked stone paths ran like scars through the summit. Entire sections of the arena had collapsed into jagged pits, while splintered wood and shattered tiles were strewn across the ground.
Yet compared to the catastrophe that had nearly erupted moments earlier, such destruction suddenly felt minor.
