Above the Duolu River Disaster Realm, countless strands of sword qi shimmered and flowed back.
The bone-winged creatures from the [Old World] found their [gateways] sealed, and though they were numerous, they stood no chance against the Empress's sword aura.
The heavens shook with wails and roars, all frozen by sword intent, then consumed by a spreading forge fire that engulfed the myriad bone-winged creatures. Divine fire erupted, scorching the great river.
Finally, above the Black River, only drifting powder remained—
"Swish, swish, swish!"
Countless streaks of light returned to their sheaths, converging like a peacock spreading its tail, before plunging into the traveler's head, pinning this "Eighth Divine Seat" firmly to the earth.
The Empress lightly touched the hilt with her toes, gazing down at the battlefield.
The Black River, having endured a series of assaults, continued to churn massive waves, then began to heal and slowly return to silence.
"Splash, splash..."
