No one knew how much time had passed before the flesh of the Nine Nether Holy Lord split abruptly into two halves. Then, as if it were ancient rock weathered over billions of years, it disintegrated with the slightest gust of wind, vanishing without a trace. Completely fallen, utterly erased from the world.
From the depths of the boundless cosmos came a thunderous, earth-shattering roar... followed by two bursts of joyous laughter echoing to an extreme.
However, shortly thereafter, the roar faded to silence, and the laughter ceased.
With the demise of the Nine Nether Holy Lord, three or four Great Saint Realm cultivators of the Nine Nether Ancient Clan also began to disintegrate, their bodies splitting open. Just like the Holy Lord, they weathered away on this battlefield.
