"Buzz"
With just a faint tremor, the three emperors, who almost faced the demise of both body and soul, narrowly escaped being refined in the One True Realm, yet ultimately turned into ashes and vanished!
The Divine Map disintegrated, and its essential parts transformed into a phantom, returning to Xiao Chen's body. The forty-nine War Swords dispersed, instantly rushing to the past, heading to the future, and reaching the distant sky, still situated across the ancient, present, and future.
"I hope the forty-nine War Swords will never need to reunite again..."
Xiao Chen muttered to himself. The swords gathering once more would signify that he has to slay a great enemy again, a situation he hopes will not transpire.
The world settled into calmness, yet merely five thousand years passed before an astonishing event occurred.
