Before the next storm brewed.
The Divine Wilderness World.
The second day after the great battle.
WHOOSH—
In the Abyss spanning tens of thousands of miles, the Gangfeng Qi Flow churned and swirled.
The dark void.
A portly figure scanned the Abyss with his perception over and over, muttering deliriously as if possessed:
"How is this possible... You're a monster... How could you possibly die..."
King Bao Tong, who had survived the tribulation, swept his divine sense across the Abyss relentlessly. He clutched a handful of dim particles, old tears streaming down his face.
But no matter how hard he searched,
all he could find were the various lotuses forged by the Great Dao, which could not be erased.
These lotuses.
Each one represented a figure who had once stood tall and proud in the Divine Wilderness.
But now, they were all dead.
