Endless waves of energy flooded the world, continually surging ahead.
But eventually, they calmed into stillness.
Liang Hui stood with the Flowing Light Bell above his head, in the midst of the Energy Sea, everything his gaze touched was being destroyed.
Even at the horizon's end, the waves of energy still surged relentlessly forward.
Protected by the Flowing Light Bell, the young man stepped forward, arriving at the place where the Demon Emperor's presence had vanished.
There was no trace of the Demon Emperor, only fragments of a painting, floating and sinking in the waves of energy.
A look of relief flashed in his eyes as this troublesome enemy had finally been driven away.
He reached out, scooped up the painting fragments, and after carefully checking that there were no problems, placed them into his storage space.
Then, as the Flowing Light Bell descended, Liang Hui looked on with an indifferent expression at the new, slender crack on its surface.
