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Yang Realm.
As the eerie old man was scared away by the Big Black Dog, the grey mist dispersed.
That overwhelming terrifying aura also vanished immediately.
All beings across the six realms felt it.
Just moments ago, it was like dark clouds pressing down on the city, as if a violent storm was about to arrive, and the beings in the Yang Realm, mere ants and moths, were prostrating themselves, awaiting death.
But now, it was as if the clouds had parted and the fog had lifted, the sky clear and bright. Everyone felt as though a heavy burden had been lifted, their hearts lightened, as if they had stepped from the terrifying hell into a blissful paradise.
"What happened?"
"Has the apocalyptic ash mist disappeared? The Calamity Epoch didn't come... We're still alive!"
"The Yang Realm hasn't perished, the eerie grey mist has dissipated... It's wonderful!"