The Holy Court, it has been just over half a month since the catastrophe, and people are gradually emerging from the panic of the continent's destruction, returning to normal life.
The Holy Master has perished, and the elders too have met their end, but this has little to do with the common folk.
Life must go on.
One by one, mythical strong beings cut through mountains and split rivers, flatten lands and fill ravines, with powerful technological forces aid, the reconstruction of the thirteen provinces of the Holy Court is proceeding very swiftly.
If it weren't for the piles of rubble outside the city and the terrifying hundreds-of-meters-long cracks visible to the naked eye, it would be hard for people to imagine that not long ago, they had just survived an apocalyptic catastrophe.
"Back then, our entire southern district of the city collapsed, just like being swallowed by a black hole, tremendously terrifying."
