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The Ghostly Divine Sword Qi gradually dissipated, but the world was still shrouded in darkness, the rolling thunderclouds had not scattered, and the might of the heavens was still fermenting.
The dust settled, and in the trench nearly a hundred zhang deep, the figure of Night Monarch was nowhere to be seen.
Fang Wang floated in the air, raised his hand and beckoned, drawing a Golden Silk Storage Bag into his grasp.
A wave of wind swept towards him, which he did not resist because it was the Sword Intent of Night Monarch.
Night Monarch had not lied; if he died, he would bestow his Sword Intent on the one who killed him. Because of this, Fang Wang had shown mercy, not devouring his soul and even retracting some of his annihilative power to allow him a chance at reincarnation.
The Ghostly Divine behind Fang Wang dissipated, but the Mie Jue Divine Tome remained.