Victory had not brought joy, just a pervasive sadness.
The blood red mist was slowly starting to recede from the Three Realms and sunlight started to bathe the land in a fresh dawn.
However the sunlight brought no warmth to Jun Wu Xie's heart.
Just as everyone was wallowing in sadness, a bright ray of light pierced through the sky and a figure surrounded by a golden aura appeared.
When they saw the figure, everyone was shaken out of their stupor.
Could it be that the God of Destruction was not dead?
When the figure walked out of the circle of light, everyone was stunned.
Out of the light appeared an extremely handsome man with golden eyes, smiling and looking warm and friendly.
"I guess a pathway has been opened." The handsome man looked at the mess around him and sighed involuntarily.
"The destructive power here is on par with that brat, Satan's."
