At this moment, the only thing left in the World of the Sage was a patch of golden light.
There was no more darkness. The golden light lighted up the entire ground, illuminating the sword-filled ground, as well as people's eyes.
However, everybody's mood and thoughts were completely different.
Nangong Mu stood beside the light pillar, his eyes tightly fixated onto the sword that radiated with a golden light.
Xing Qingsui's gaze was filled with a preparedness for death. From the moment the golden light glowed up, the only thing on his mind was that his death was finally worth it.
Ping Yang's eyes on the other hand was filled with an intense joy. She gripped her two fists tightly in an emotionally moved manner.
Ying Shan looked at the golden light with a somewhat cold look in his eyes. His expression seemed somewhat malevolent. However, he didn't rush towards the golden light immediately. Instead, he stood still on the spot.
