When Qingming stepped out from the Vast Habitat, the original lone mountain was nowhere to be seen.
Naturally Yuanmeng's body was totally gone too.
She could only see a layer of dust and sand as well as a giant deep hole.
There was even no aura from Yuanmeng.
Qingming's head shook slightly, her limbs feeling cold.
That heavy and extreme sadness drowned her completely.
She had a last bit of hope as she turned her head and looked out a hundred miles.
Only to see that Zong Shou's body was laughing and stepping in the air.
He was alone but the aura suppressed that of the world!
Qingming gritted her teeth, barely able to prevent tears from flowing down.
Her hands clenched tight, fingernails piercing into her flesh and her eyes were blood red. The sadness and depressed feeling filled her. Fresh blood flowing down from the corner of her lips.
The death of Wu Xu, the fall of Zigui, now even Yuanmeng was dead.