Investing in the Empress's junior sister, she broke through her defenses after comparison.

A simple gesture, yet it represents the highest and most supreme recognition from this reincarnation of the ancient emperor.

Only Bing Xian'er remained standing in the same spot.

In her cool phoenix eyes, that sharp glint had already transformed into intense turmoil.

She wasn't marveling at the sheer scale of the destruction; as the reincarnation of an empress, she had witnessed countless world-ending scenes.

What shocked her was Ye Feng's "control" over power!

That sword strike precisely covered the entire territory of the Blood Nether Holy Land; any more would have been a waste, any less would have allowed some to escape. After the sword fell, apart from the crystal-clear sinkhole, not even a single crack appeared in the surrounding earth.

What terrifying control this is!

This means that Ye Feng's swordsmanship has transcended the simple "strength" and "method" and reached the level of "Tao".

Do as you please, without adding or subtracting anything.

That's incredible.

Bing Xian'er took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling slightly. She felt her heart, which had long been calm and still as an empress, start to beat violently because of this drunken senior brother she had grown up with.

Faced with the reactions of his junior sisters—some enthusiastic, some admiring, some shocked—Ye Feng simply shook the empty gourd in his hand, making a crisp "gulp" sound.

He pursed his lips, looking utterly disheartened.

"I really finished drinking it all."

He sighed, tucked the gourd back into his belt, and looked as if destroying an immortal holy site was less important than the wine in his gourd.

This extreme contrast made Xiangling, who had just recovered, feel dizzy again.

"Let's go, let's go."

Ye Feng waved his hand impatiently again, took the lead and walked back the way he came.

"If we don't go back soon, it will be dark."

Upon seeing this, the five junior sisters immediately composed themselves and quickly followed.

Xiao Baiyu grinned and moved to Ye Feng's left, while Jiang Keke occupied his right, tugging at his clothes from both sides.

Murong Qingqing and Li Yanran followed behind, while Bing Xian'er maintained her aloof demeanor, her steps closely following.

The group, bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun and treading on the awe-inspiring ground, leisurely departed.

All that remains is that bottomless, crystal-clear sinkhole, silently telling this world the story of the end of an immortal holy land.

The departing figures of Ye Feng and his group completely disappeared below the horizon.

The crystal sinkhole, born from a single sword strike, still lies quietly on the earth, reflecting a strange and beautiful light, like an unhealed scar between heaven and earth.

Deathly silence is the only dominant theme here.

After an unknown amount of time, a ripple finally appeared in this frozen void.

Space was violently torn apart by an invisible giant hand, and a deep spatial rift appeared out of nowhere. From it stepped an old figure dressed in a purple-gold Taoist robe.

This person had white hair and a youthful face, with an air of otherworldly grace. A faint purple aura swirled around him, and between the opening and closing of his eyes, there were illusions of the sun, moon, and stars revolving.

He was none other than the old Holy Lord of the Purple Cloud Holy Land, a renowned God-King Realm expert, the Purple Sun Saint.

As soon as the Sage Ziyang appeared, his brow twitched. He had sensed an earth-shattering fluctuation of Origin Qi at the Blood Nether Holy Land, which was why he tore through the void to come and investigate in person.

But when he saw the scene before him, he froze.

"Where...where is this?"

He muttered to himself, wondering if he had torn into the wrong space and come to the wrong place.

In his memory, this place should be the location of the Blood Nether Holy Land's mountain gate, which stretches for thousands of miles and is filled with demonic energy. How could it have become... a bottomless glazed pit?

He unleashed his immense divine sense, spreading wildly in all directions, for tens of thousands of miles, hundreds of thousands of miles, millions of miles...

Wherever the divine thought passes, the mountains and rivers remain unchanged.

Only the territory where the Blood Nether Holy Land was originally located was completely wiped off the earth!