A round of spring sun, like the embodiment of the Supreme Dao, could erase everything.
The grey fog was completely erased!
Petrified vines had already collapsed onto the earth, like fossils, devoid of life.
The strange aura, in this region, had disappeared completely.
Zi Ling put away the scroll, stepping forward.
She looked at those ancient corpses, her heart trembling.
"I can't remember who you are... I don't know what the former me experienced..."
Zi Ling murmured, with unwavering determination, said,
"But I have come. This world has not been destroyed, and the Primal Divine Grape still preserves hope and seeds…"
"You all, can rest now."
She lifted the hoe, digging pits!
Then, she buried those corpses!
Under the ages, she returned from the Yin Realm, only to see fragments of time, re-burying the heroic spirits who died in battle...
Behind her, everyone watching this scene was stunned.