At this time, the moon had passed its zenith, marking the second half of the night.
Previously, when Xia Chichi ascended to Tianya Island and the great battle began, it was also close to midnight. The battle concluded and shifted here during the day, and now it was midnight again. In reality, only a day and a night had passed, but it felt like a great many things had happened, almost as if experiencing the delusion of a world transformed beyond recognition.
The Divine had retreated, and the Heavenly List had fallen. Whether at sea or on land, the power dynamics were bound to change drastically. The Wang Family, the grassland, Penglai, the Sea Race—contemplating the outcomes was enough to give one a headache, so it was easier not to think too much about it.
The most noticeable change was that for the first time, she, Xia Chichi, could sit shoulder to shoulder with Zhao Changhe in front of the Sect Venerables and openly admire the moon.
