the diffuse dust has become a big thick fog, which spreads at the top of Lingxiu mountain. The sunlight is again sprinkled from the sky after the clouds are blown away by the afterwave of magic force, and it shines into a Lingxiu mountain like the clouds. It's obviously sad and mysterious.

the thunder like explosion has quietly disappeared in the thick fog, and the strong's breath has also converged.

in the sky, there are petrified figures, stepping on flying swords or clouds, or directly lying in the middle of the sky. Thousands of friars stare at the hall of return to the yuan like the trace of permanent failure...