At the same time.
Duan Chenguang, whose head had entirely transformed into a smooth, Bright Mirror, sat on the scorched and cracked earth, letting out a long sigh.
Above the Bright Mirror was reflected the gradually calming brilliance of Ancestor Mountain Peak.
"I really didn't expect this," he murmured to himself, his tone a mix of fatigue, self-mockery, and an undeniable admiration, "We've been busy all this time, and it was completely pointless!"
Although his words seemed defeated, his tone was still uplifted—Duan Chenguang even started to laugh: "I really didn't expect An Jing to actually crush all the enemies with his own strength and even shatter the Heavenly Demon's imprint... It's truly incredible, but indeed, he got it done!"
The experiences of Duan Chenguang could certainly be called a legend.
