The sound of the flute drifted.
Several days later, the Eight Sects Alliance gradually entered Xu Qing's sight.
The afterglow of dusk fell over the Eight Sects Alliance, which was riddled with holes. Although the river was no longer pitch-black, and the aura of immortal Qi was once again emanating from it, the damage to the land was not something that could be dispelled in a few days.
From afar, the buildings that were being repaired looked like slowly healing wounds on a human's body.
Foggy anomalous substances rose into the sky from everywhere.
All of this turned into grief that filled the entire city, telling of the disaster that happened that day.
The anomalous substances were much less than when the god's gaze had come out of the wooden box, but it affected a large range. Thankfully, the swift and violent invasion had been stopped. However, the pain from it would not be gone for a long time.
