The seventh continent melded into the mysterious world. The entire process was silent, as if it had always belonged there.
After that, a thorough cleaning was carried out. The useful materials were stored in the warehouse, and the remains of the cultivators who had died in battle were all collected.
No one knew how the remains would be dealt with, because the cultivators were too busy to take care of themselves.
After a while, the waves completely calmed down.
Every modified cultivator had gotten over their initial fear and had begun a new life.
He cultivated, went into seclusion, and spent a long time.
All of them kept a low profile. As long as the mysterious organization did not order them to do anything, they would treat themselves as invisible existences.
In his heart, he prayed that the mysterious organization would forget about him and that nothing would happen to him.
The thing he was most worried and afraid of was the battle with the seven Gods.
