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The outcome of the battle had been determined, and the victor and the defeated were clear. The silence of the dead fields was shockingly profound, as everyone was still immersed in the indescribable shock, unable to extricate themselves.
It wasn't until the Heavenly Venerable waved his hand and the Emperor's shadow dissipated that the Light of Clear Spirit descended like rain, turning into sweet dew to nourish the earth.
The Academy Monks, too, said little. They each took to the air, repairing the Array Formation, restoring the Yuan Sprit, healing the scars of the land, and quelling the chaos in all directions.
