When the first ray of dawn spilled across the land, the war was over. The dark clouds dispersed, leaving the world clear and bright.
Forty-six days had passed since Jiang Qingyu's sacrifice. The lands scorched by the flames of war were beginning to heal themselves, sprouting fresh green shoots once more.
The spirits, demons, and entities of the Underworld who had come to lend aid had quietly departed, leaving behind vitality in their wake.
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