His deep gaze fell upon the vast mountains and rivers stretching before him. His black robe billowed in the wind, rustling softly. Like a Sovereign surveying his domain, he watched until that figure, divine as a celestial being, slowly rose within the sacred light.
He did not move a step, yet that sacred light and the gentle breeze in the air lifted him, guiding him toward the open celestial path. His figure gradually ascended along that path.
"Congratulations, Hell's Lord! Congratulations, Hell's Lord!"
Qi Kang and the others were overcome with emotion, their faces breaking into joyful, excited smiles. They bowed with clasped hands, their voices ringing out with powerful resonance, carrying immense pressure and spirit energy that echoed through the heavens.
Xuanyuan Mo Ze glanced at them, his gaze resting on their figures before he gave a slight nod. Then, his body soared upward, vanishing from everyone's sight...
