Above the vast river, the Medicine Buddha Tower of the Joyful Sect had already disappeared into the painted layers of autumnal foliage. A small boat drifted forward without wind, a Daoist leisurely rowing, his movements unhurried and calm.
The small boat floated like a solitary leaf upon the water, faintly carrying the sense of moving with the wind. Yet, for a long time, the river surface had remained windless.
The Daoist lowered his gaze, estimating the time, then reached a hand into the water.
On the river's surface, a scene from the inner realm of the Buddha Tower emerged.
The vast demon hordes had crumbled into dust, and Chen Yi's Hou Kang Sword pierced through the neck of the last surviving heir of the Joyful Sect.
Blood gushed out, signifying that from this moment onward, the sect was wholly erased from the world's stage.
The Daoist's hand plunged into the water, grasping at the demonic shadows, then fiercely tugged and pulled.
