Time passed slowly.
Chen Zhixing sat cross-legged like a sculpture in front of the black Sword Palace.
With him as the center, within a hundred miles radius.
The thousand-foot area, originally turned into ruins and deathly silent due to the battle.
On land turned to dust, tender green shoots broke through the soil anew, basking in sunlight, swaying gracefully, transforming back into an endless green lawn.
Trees long dead straightened visibly, revived with vigorous vitality, blooming beautiful flowers on newly formed branches.
In the blink of an eye.
The thousand-foot land, once silent rubble, was rejuvenated, vibrant with birds singing and flowers fragrant.
As if undergoing a process of life.
Yet.
In just the next moment.
The thousand-foot land, still brimming with life and vitality, withered and fell silent again, dying anew.
Life and death endlessly repeated upon this land.
Pfft!
A slightly charred, shriveled bare foot stepped onto the land.
"Hehehe..."
