In the Great Wildlands, tranquility had once again returned. The cultivators who had come to watch the battle had all left, fearing that if they lingered even a moment longer, they might not be able to leave at all.

Five Finger Mountain stood quietly in the center of the Great Wildlands, looking quite abrupt from a distance.

Even though the Great Wildlands was desolate, Five Finger Mountain was still lush with vegetation, growing spiritual creatures that cultivators had never seen before.

"Sister, are you feeling better?"