Tianmiao descended from the Phoenix’s back and flew towards the mountain peak.
Ye Chenfeng immediately pursued through Sword Flight, with Jie Wenzhan closely following. The leaders of the major sects exchanged glances and all followed suit.
When Tianmiao reached the peak, she glanced at the slowly opening Demon Gate and sensed the presence of the Demon Clan hiding behind it, afraid to move. She smiled disdainfully. The Demon Clan still remained unlikable. At least most of them did.
Tianmiao said nothing, gently waving her hand, as a pearl-sized white light flew out from her palm. This light, though small, was incredibly dazzling, as if it could pierce the firmament. The white light directly entered the Demon Gate.
With an earth-shaking explosion, that speck of white light suddenly transformed into a vast radiance in an instant. Centered on the Demon Gate, the white light formed a massive array, enveloping the entire Flame Mountain. The entire array gradually permeated downward, and the Demon Gate began to close at a speed visible to the naked eye, accompanied by a resounding clamor, as well as the unwilling cries of the Demon Clan from behind the gate.
Truly done with a flick of the hand, a snap of the fingers, and the tribulation vanishes!
What level of power is required to achieve this with such ease?
Dong Xiao had already burned off all the Demonic Qi and lower-level demons on the Flame Mountain and arrived above Tianmiao, swirling and dancing. The golden light was heart-stirring.
Everyone looked at Tianmiao with respect, and there was not a sound in the surroundings.
Tianmiao slowly turned, gazing at the crowd, her red lips parted slightly: "This was originally your tribulation, I acted against the will of heaven. The price you have to bear is that for the next five hundred years, the world’s spiritual energy will become thin. Once the time expires, it will be restored. Any objections?"
"None!" Everyone shouted excitedly.
It was originally a catastrophe for all living things, originally destined to lead to widespread suffering, yet now all was safe. The Sect Masters had even prepared for sacrificial death, and as a result, they were standing here pleasantly intact. Merely five hundred years of thinning spiritual energy did not seem long to cultivators. Such a price was a huge pleasant surprise for them.
But at the same time, everyone had a huge question lingering in their minds.
Who is Tianmiao? Who exactly is she?
If anyone dared say she’s a Sword Spirit, they’d twist that person’s head off!
Who would foolishly claim she’s a Sword Spirit?
Is she a reclusive, hidden powerhouse?
No!
Perhaps she is an even stronger existence.
"Do not be excessively harsh on the Xiliu Sect for the one person’s mistake from their Sect Master," Tianmiao suddenly said.
Everyone was momentarily stunned, then respectfully bowed in agreement.
Upon hearing this, the disciples of the Xiliu Sect couldn’t hold back their tears.
In that instant, the grievances, resentment, and unwillingness in their hearts completely dissipated. What remained was only gratitude, warmth, and a feeling akin to a child who’s been wronged receiving an adult’s protection and release.
Thank you, thank you.
In our most helpless, darkest, and most desperate times, you provided us with the warmest light.
After saying this, Tianmiao looked at the Sect Master of the Immortal Sound Sect and smiled, "The little girl you bore is very good, very lovely."
"Thank, thank you, Senior!" The Sect Master of the Immortal Sound Sect’s voice trembled, repeatedly bowing with excitement. In his heart there was even greater shock, wondering what kind of heaven-defying treasure that bracelet in Miaomiao’s hand might be.
Ye Chenfeng had been silently watching Tianmiao with intense focus. After Tianmiao finished speaking with the Sect Master of the Immortal Sound Sect, she finally turned her head to look at him.
"Ye Chenfeng," Tianmiao’s voice was gentle yet ethereal.
"I’m here," Ye Chenfeng replied softly.