The colorful Mending the Heavens barrier hung high in the nine heavens, radiating a tragic yet resilient light. Below, where the Qingping Sword had fallen, only charred ashes remained in dead silence. Yet, amidst this stillness, a trace of spiritual light, so faint as to be almost imperceptible, suddenly ignited from the deepest part of the ashes, like a flickering candle in the wind.
Hum—!
A sound, extremely subtle yet seemingly ringing directly in the depths of the souls of all who had ever shared a profound karmic tie with Jiejiao, resonated mournfully like the tolling of a bell. That speck of spiritual light abruptly burst apart, transforming into countless pinpricks of deep blue starlight finer than dust. Silent yet swift as lightning, they instantly dispersed, enveloping the vast battlefield ruins and drifting further out toward the distant Primordial World Heaven and Earth.
Chapter 474