Zouyu Water Mansion.
The earth-shattering battle concluded.
The "Map of Ten Thousand Rivers" transformed into countless rivers, tightly binding and compressing the black-robed figure, finally condensing into a single drop of water.
One water, one world. Within this drop of water, the black-robed figure stood holding a staff, his form gradually dissolving.
The Witch's confident smile came through: "One day, we will meet again."
The form of the Innate Water Spirit was ethereal, its feelings complex.
"The Witch had long calculated that the Master and they had a backup plan. For countless years, the Witch plotted this day."
It glanced at the "Map of Ten Thousand Rivers," where the power of the Daoist Rules within was noticeably depleted.
In some places, there were even fine cracks.
If the Master were here, these damages would be insignificant.
But now, there were no more Desolate Gods in this world. Who would repair the Divine Artifacts?
