Zhang Ping’s corpse was slowly disappearing. It turned into a black liquid that seeped into the ground. Then, flowers continued to blossom in this wasteland, freshening up the world. Eventually, they covered the entire battlefield.

Qin Xiyue sat down not far from where Zhang Ping died.

The bloody battlefield already disappeared. This place instead became peaceful and beautiful.

Cheers erupted.

Lin Xi raised his head. He looked at the cheering crowd.

He saw a youngster standing at the very front of the distant cheering crowd.

This person was familiar. Then, he recalled that fire he started in the academy, recalling who this youngster was. He saw that this youngster was no longer underripe....