Between heaven and earth, vast sword qi transformed into rushing rivers and seas. The back of the white-haired sword immortal gradually faded as he rode the solitary boat across the waters, pouring backward down into the abyss.
Within the Mountain and Sea Realm, countless sword cultivators drew their blades in unison. The clear, ringing chimes of their swords shook heaven and earth, seeing him off.
Qin Ming felt a deep stirring within. Heaven and earth were vast, yet life was all too brief; even a Heavenly Immortal could live for only two thousand-odd years. Would a day come when he, too, grew so old that he could no longer draw his sword?
That peerless sword immortal had shone with incomparable brilliance in his own era, yet at the twilight of his life, his steps were unsteady. Striking the final sword blow of his life had required the aid of a dear friend and confidant.
"Where is Slaying Through the Thirty-Six Heavens with a Single Sword?"
Sword qi soared into the heavens, followed by a dense swarm of innumerable sword beams converging toward the end of the peerless sword immortal's journey—his final path of return.
At this moment, people naturally thought of the one who had once unleashed the nine-colored sword baleful aura.
Clang!
Qin Ming drew his sword. Yin, Yang, the Five Elements, Wind, and Lightning—nine extreme dao domains fused together. The nine-colored sword light, carrying the momentum to sunder all things and the intent of a sword seeking longevity, plowed across the vast sky.
The Golden Roster blessed him with strength and amplified the sword intents of others as well. Thousands upon thousands of sword beams howled, weaving together across the night sky.
The white-haired sword immortal had fused himself into the sword light and was no longer visible. Yet many sensed that at the very last moment before plunging into the abyss, he had turned his head back, his gaze seemingly resting upon the nine-colored sword baleful aura.
"Good."
A rare few elderly sword cultivators of profound cultivation heard the single final word he uttered. It seemed to carry a sense of relief, and in that fleeting trance, he appeared to smile.
With a thunderous rumble like the collapse of heaven and earth, the abyss exploded. The pitch-black rock walls shattered in all directions. Though they could not be completely destroyed, a portion of them indeed disintegrated.
Resplendent sword light swept across the sky, drowning the area.
The Golden Roster was already heavily depleted, yet it continued to strike. At this moment, the Mountain and Sea Realm shuddered violently.
"Kill!"
On the other side, the immortal physical refiner whose entire body blazed with golden light unleashed his final fist glow, his physical form dissipating as it merged completely into the fist intent.
Those who followed him also delivered the final strike of their lives.
Within the Mountain and Sea Realm, Tianzun Lu Heng, the Sage, and others struck from afar one after another, using the power of the Extreme Dao Golden Body and the Chaos force to see him off.
The Golden Roster showed no favoritism, exerting its might once more to bestow its blessings.
The Silver Sea ruptured, its colossal waves scouring the firmament. Massive avian silhouettes of the Celestial Clan soared into the sky only to detonate with a crash, and silver-blooded beings coughed up blood.
With his hands clasped behind his back, the Sage sighed softly: "Heaven and earth are vast, and you and I are mere travelers upon the journey. Whether an individual or the mountains, rivers, and myriad things, how solitary and insignificant we are. Even the strongest of an era leaves behind nothing more than a passing name."
The old clan master of the Huang Clan asked, "Fellow Daoist seems deeply moved. Have you developed a mindset transcending worldly things?"
The Sage replied, "No, I just want to live longer!"
In the Silver Sea, the colossal body of the Seven-Headed Heavenly Dragon surfaced and said, "Fighting to this point, every side among us has suffered immense depletion. In the depths of the Night Mist World, pairs of crimson eyes must have already opened. Why do we not simply cease fighting here and now?"
A muffled thunder-like rumble sounded from the abyss, and a mountain-like silhouette rose, stepping out of the depths. Its tone was rigid: "We have come from afar; how can we lightly give up!"
Above the shimmering silver sea, the Seven-Headed Heavenly Dragon pondered before finally speaking: "It is not wise to keep fighting. How about this: Yujing cedes this enclave as compensation for us."
Above the abyss, the gigantic monster whose face was covered with dense clusters of golden eyes spoke: "A mere single piece of land with limited territory and such barrenness—what use is taking it?"
The Seven-Headed Heavenly Dragon said, "It is rich in mineral deposits, harboring various rare metals that can be used to forge magic arrays and the like. Moreover, in the depths of the Night Mist World, other supreme civilizations have already set their sights on this place. If we keep fighting, others will likely reap the spoils."
Afterward, both camps looked toward the depths of the Mountain and Sea Realm to negotiate an end to the fighting.
The Golden Roster responded, "Singing in harmony like that, you simply expect to take this precious land? Do you think you have such vast face? Have you won? Where do you get the nerve to negotiate such terms with me?!"
"Do you not know what state of depletion you are in? If the fight continues, we will pay a certain price, but you might disintegrate entirely."
"Is your ultimate move not mutually assured destruction? Detonating yourself? Yet you cannot possibly drag us down to death with you. We are calling a truce now only because we do not wish to reach that final step."
The Celestial Clan in the Silver Sea and the monsters of the Abyss civilization already harbored intentions of retreat, no longer as unyielding as before.
The Golden Roster retorted, "You have simply been beaten until it hurts, fearing that even if you fight to the bitter end, you still won't be able to grind me down."
It was a creation from Yujing's era of glory. Though its weapon spirit was exhausted now, its attitude remained unyielding, for it knew these two supreme systems well: if it took a single step back, they would advance by two.
"How about this: cede the plain where your Celestial Clan's 'Free City' is located, along with the Abyss civilization's Dark Mountain Range—I hear its resources are quite decent—as war reparations."
"Have you lost your mind?"
"You dare demand we cede territory?"
The eyes of the high-ranking members of the Celestial Clan and the Abyss civilization turned frigid.
"Do you not look at how many vassal civilizations have accompanied us? Do you truly wish to fight us in a bloody war to the bitter end?"
The Golden Roster responded coldly, "Nothing more than a rabble. If it were me, I wouldn't even deign to lead such troops to their deaths."
Within the Mountain and Sea Realm, some top orthodoxy sects actually did not wish to fight any longer. If they had a choice, they were unwilling to clash to the bitter end. At this moment, they merely listened in silence.
The voice from the Silver Sea turned chillingly cold: "So there is nothing to discuss, and we must fight on?"
The Abyss civilization even issued an order: "Attack!"
The Golden Roster said, "Who's afraid of who? Let's set off another big firecracker!"
In an instant, thirty-six Heaven-Anchoring Divine Stakes chimed loudly. Each one bridged heaven and earth. The inscribed runes upon them shifted from faint to sharp, depicting diagrams of mountains, rivers, and myriad things, as well as sacrificial texts. Rumbling with sound, they shuttled through the void.
With a whoosh, they teleported across and descended from above, covering a war island beneath them.
That was a vassal domain of the Celestial Clan sent to reinforce them, led by an old Seventh Realm monster. Having activated its magic array, it sought to resist.
However, after being nourished by vast amounts of blood mist and soul fragments from the Totem Clan, the thirty-six Heaven-Anchoring Divine Stakes were more terrifyingly powerful than ever before.
Each stake carried lightning and was accompanied by eerie sounds of prayer and sacrifice. Like sky-propping pillars, they pierced through the void with an explosive blast, driving directly into this massive war island before shining brilliantly to tear and grind it to pieces.
That vassal civilization blew apart.
Most crucially, blood mist drifted up from the island and was fully absorbed by the thirty-six Heaven-Anchoring Divine Stakes.
Sustaining war through war, it was a lethal weapon of mass slaughter in such a large-scale blood battle.
The Sage's eyes grew deep, and he murmured, "The Heaven-Anchoring Divine Stakes... are they divine stakes that 'anchor heaven,' or stakes meant to anchor 'Heavenly Gods'?" He had wielded them personally and controlled them for more than a century.
"Attack! Encircle and wipe them out!"
"Since you insist on fighting, prepare for total annihilation!"
Chilling voices echoed from both the Silver Sea and the abyss as the great battle erupted once more.
Brilliant light soared from both places as they unleashed terrifying weapons of their own.
Moreover, a rotting dragon head the size of a mountain emerged from the Silver Sea once more, crashing upward. Even stronger than the previous rotting wing, it launched a ferocious assault.
From the abyss, half of a hideous face covered in eyes rose into the high sky, shooting out hundreds of ocular beams in a tempestuous barrage against the Golden Roster's side.
In addition, the vassal civilizations received death orders to attack madly; otherwise, they would face liquidation by the supreme civilizations afterward.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
The five-colored treasure fragment hummed as it assumed the shape of armor. Though no one was inside, a soft sigh seemed to echo from within, and a five-colored blade manifested at its right hand.
Then, it took the initiative to charge forward, fully awakening!
Not only it, but within the Golden Roster's realm, all the special weapons seemed to experience a resurgence, rekindling their past glory as though their former masters had returned to wield them in battle.
The Nine-Colored Ice Mountain also cracked and popped. Several decayed old monsters emerged; some appeared calm, others helpless, but willing or not, they stepped forth.
An old woman sighed, "Corpses nourished for years, used in an instant. True enough; without the Nine-Colored Ice Mountain, we would have died long ago. One must have the awareness of the living dead. We should have anticipated this scene hundreds or thousands of years ago."
The Golden Roster said, "Your sacrifices today also count toward reducing the karmic sins of your descendants. Some of your worthless progeny committed grave mistakes; if Yujing returns, a reckoning will be inevitable."
"What?"
The decayed powerhouses who had walked out from beneath the ice mountain were startled, while contemporary Earth Immortals from old mountain strongholds such as Star Mountain, Zixiao Cave, and Thunder Marsh Palace felt their hearts leap in terror. Had the sky-locking affair not been turned over yet?
The Golden Roster said, "I am only responsible for external warfare and do not meddle in such affairs, but presumably, when Yujing reappears, accountability will be demanded."
Instantly, the true gods and Earth Immortals of those old mountain strongholds lost their composure.
The Golden Roster said, "Just now, you saw it as well: that peerless sword immortal, and the powerhouse who cultivated the Extreme Dao Golden Body to grand accomplishment, both achieved extraordinary merits. These contributions will be recorded faithfully to atone for their descendants..."
Immediately, a peak Earth Immortal rushed toward the Nine-Colored Ice Mountain, shouting loudly, "Old Ancestor, please emerge from the mountain!"
An old Seventh Realm monster rushed to the mountain foot, fell to his knees, and shouted, "Old Ancestor, wake up quickly! Your decay is minimal, so you surely retain your peak power! Step forth into the world to fight a battle for the clan!"
In the distance, many people were dumbfounded.
Those from the ground looked at one another in disbelief. None of them had ancestors entombed in the ice mountain, and witnessing this spectacle, they felt it was utterly preposterous.
"Vile beast!"
"Unfilial descendant!"
Some of the old fellows in the ice mountain were ancient beyond reckoning, their eras long forgotten by outsiders, yet their distant descendants still vaguely remembered them and called for them to emerge.
Those old mountain strongholds in the heavens had not been corrupt from the beginning. Thinking back to the past, they had produced countless heroes; otherwise, how could figures like the white-haired sword immortal have been born?
In fact, all the old mountain strongholds originally resided on the ground. It was precisely because they were dazzling and immensely powerful that their forebears elevated their grotto-heavens into the sky, arriving above the Nine Heavens.
Yet, just as no dynasty lasts forever, those grotto-heavens inevitably peaked and declined.
Those capable of surviving to this day were already considered among the strongest factions.
Many major organizations had long vanished into history.
For instance, some decaying old monsters now stepped forth in confusion, with no one coming to claim kinship with them.
Meanwhile, those senior predecessors who were claimed by kin felt on the verge of a mental collapse. They would rather have had no descendants left in the world—these progeny were so utterly unfilial that they were respectfully begging them to go die.
"How could you degenerate into such a wretched state?" One senior predecessor with a rotted face could brook no nonsense. He hailed from an ancient era, having been righteous and fierce in life. Having learned that his audacious descendants had dared to seal the sky merely to prolong their own lives, he trembled with rage.
Someone defended themselves, "Old Ancestor, please don't be angry! We believed Yujing had vanished and that we would need to shoulder the burden of defending against external enemies in the future. We had no choice but to use the resources at hand to stabilize ourselves and await our future breakthroughs."
"Bastard!"
Yet not all seniors entombed in the ice mountain were paragons of noble character and unyielding righteousness—take, for instance, some of those placed inside during the last four hundred years.
If traced back, they might well have been among the main roots of the corruption.
At this moment, some of them remained utterly silent, lying in their ice coffins to stall for time. If only they could endure until the end of this great battle, that would be ideal; after all, they were still "young" and had not decayed in the slightest.
Yet the leaders of these old mountain strongholds, anxious to render meritorious service and avoid future reckoning, were almost all present on the scene and had already begun calling out names according to their clan genealogies.
"Fifteenth Ancestor, come out quickly! I was the one who personally placed you inside back then. Your condition is definitely at its absolute peak! Hurry and do your part for the clan!"
"Damn you!" Some seniors feigning death in their coffins were so enraged their hands and feet trembled.
"You truly live up to being the descendants I raised!"
...
In the present age, the leaders of these old mountain strongholds had been personally mentored by those rotten "main roots," and thus they were crystal-clear about their ancestors' conditions and thoughts.
In fact, they were even more adept at maneuvering in this realm than the ancestors who had corrupted first.
Before the Nine-Colored Ice Mountain, the full spectrum of human nature was on display.
A crowd of people digging up their ancestors and urging them on their way to the grave was truly an eye-opening spectacle for Qin Ming, Bai Meng, and the others.
In truth, not all those entombed in the Nine-Colored Ice Mountain were true gods or seven-day stackers from the heavens; there were also peerless, formidable figures from the mortal ground of antiquity.
Just like now, one person stepped forth voluntarily, once an unrivaled powerhouse of the ground.
He was an elderly man who still retained a trace of scholarly elegance. His white robes fluttered, his skin was dull, his once handsome face was lined with wrinkles, and his grizzled hair hung loose.
Gazing into the night sky, he sighed softly: "I was once hailed as the strongest divine seed of my era. Some praised me, while others cursed me as a servile talent bound by dao chains. Honor or disgrace, my life has passed like this. Whether clearheaded or muddled through life, it was all a single lifetime. Let praise and slander scatter with the wind."
He strode forward, his aura mounting higher: "All traces of me in this world will vanish today, so what is there left to care about? Raise my Heavenly Blade, and sever your dog heads!"
With a roaring bellow, divine light surged from him, and a terrifying dharma idol rose, instantly standing as tall as a mountain to bridge heaven and earth. He charged into the Silver Sea, cleaving nearly half the ocean apart with the Heavenly Blade in his hand.
At this moment, his spirit swallowed mountains and rivers, devoid of all fear. From the very start, he burned away his entire essence, energy, and spirit; what he slashed out was his mightiest blade intent, and his very life.
It was difficult to pass judgment on these ancient figures. Just as he said, some praised, some cursed; honor or disgrace would all scatter with the wind in this battle.
Despite their curses and grumbling, the old ancestors who had been summoned from the mountain entered the fray after all. Willing or not, they had no other choice.
Stepping up proactively allowed them all to preserve a shred of dignity.
Going into such a bloody battle, some were naturally reluctant. This was human nature; it was impossible for everyone to possess world-striding heroism and a spirit that swallowed mountains and rivers.
No matter what, they contributed their strength in the end. Judging by deeds rather than motives, they earned the acknowledgment of all sides.
The Golden Roster was somewhat weakened, yet it still chose to bestow power upon the top powerhouses.
"To think I truly waited until this era! What meaning was there in lingering on half-dead? I held on until now solely to burn away in one final, peerless strike!"
A burly man walked out, carrying a massive hammer wrapped in hundreds of millions of lightning arcs. Man and hammer blasted forward together, sinking deep beneath the abyss.
An elderly Dao companion couple awakened and looked at each other, both smiling tenderly. The man brushed aside the white hair on the woman's forehead.
"Showing wrinkles doesn't look good," the woman whispered.
The old man shook his head and said, "No. In my eyes, among all the fairies above the Nine Heavens, I fancy none of them. You will always be the most beautiful."
Many watched in silence. Even if some found the words overly sentimental, they understood that this was the couple's final tender gesture.
Sure enough, their exchanged gaze was exceedingly gentle, but in the next instant, their expressions turned solemn as they charged together into the Silver Sea.
Amid rumbling crashes, two brilliant clusters of celestial fire scorched the Silver Sea until the pair permanently extinguished themselves.
The blood battle between supreme civilizations was extraordinarily tragic. Whether the Celestial Clan, the Abyss civilization, or the Yujing faction, all had deployed their foundations and paid the price in blood and lives.
"If we keep fighting, other supreme civilizations in the Night Mist World will reap the spoils! Do you still want to continue?" The Celestial Clan was growing anxious; they had not expected their opponent to be so tenacious and difficult to grind down.
"Provide us with reparations!" the Golden Roster called out.
From the Silver Sea came many enraged voices of men and women mixed together: "You are strong on the outside but brittle within! Consider this: Yujing has vanished, yet our 'Celestial City' remains, towering proudly beyond the heavens! Do you wish to provoke the wrath of the Celestial City? You cannot bear it!"
From the battered, colossal abyss, an aged yet forceful voice also echoed: "Our 'Ancestral Abyss' still remains as well! Having lost Yujing, what do you have to fight us with? How dare you demand reparations!"
The Golden Roster said, "Yujing will naturally reappear. Your Celestial City and Ancestral Abyss likely find it difficult to descend into the world, do they not? Besides, if they truly harbored no wariness, they wouldn't have dispatched you to probe us."
"Then let us continue fighting!"
The Celestial Clan and the Abyss civilization had long been accustomed to being domineering. They had intended to pull back and only asked for an enclave, yet the other side refused and even demanded war reparations from them.
"There is something amiss about this enclave. They couldn't have set their eyes merely on the rare mineral deposits here." The Golden Roster and several old monsters began to harbor suspicions.
In the distance, the totem camp was recuperating. Just as all the great totems were catching their breath, they received a voice transmission from their allies.
"The decisive moment has arrived! Together, let us slaughter through the Yujing camp!"
At this moment, the Celestial Clan and the Abyss civilization showed the totem camp full respect, acknowledging them as a supreme civilization and dragging them onto the battlefield.
Soon after, a massive chunk of the Totem Sacred Mountain collapsed after being struck by the thirty-six Heaven-Anchoring Divine Stakes. A great totem perished right then, its blood mist gathered away.
The five-colored treasure fragment, having taken human form, was also hacking at the sacred mountain with its blade.
There were also other special weapons, all liquefying and assembling into humanoid forms to charge across the sky.
Had they not been broken, they would have been countless times stronger than they were now.
The people of the totem camp wanted to curse their allies' mothers. Their so-called two supreme allies were utterly unreliable—they were treating the sacred mountain as the main vanguard, pushing it to the very front where it suffered the most horrifying attacks from the Yujing camp.
The altar that the Totem Sacred Mountain had transformed into was fractured nearly in half, losing its ability to fight head-on and at risk of overturning at any moment.
At the crucial moment, the Celestial Clan and the Abyss civilization pulled them out after all, rescuing them as they did not want them wiped out here.
Nevertheless, the sacred mountain was heavily damaged, and their losses were catastrophic.
The Golden Roster captured several living totems and interrogated them immediately. Some Seventh Realm old monsters also took part in the interrogation, finally yielding results.
"When an old totem was traveling outside, he briefly saw a bright moon rising in this territory!"
"A moon appearing? How could that be?!"
In the Mountain and Sea Realm, a group of old monsters was astonished.
Yet this seemed to be the truth and the facts; otherwise, how could it have alerted the totem camp and drawn in the Celestial Clan and the Abyss civilization, who were on intimate terms with them?
"With Yujing absent, their probing of us and their desire to swallow us whole were genuine. At the same time, if they failed to overpower us, they wanted to seize this enclave."
Seventh Realm true gods personally interrogated them, not even hesitating to search their mental fields, causing the seas of consciousness of three totems to explode in succession.
In the end, however, they obtained the most valuable information.
The old totem who had traveled to the enclave had sworn a blood oath upon his return, insisting he had not seen wrongly: he had indeed briefly witnessed a bright moon rising slowly.
Moreover, the old totem had taken to the sky and attempted to draw near, only to be eroded by Lunar Force, frozen stiff in the night sky with his consciousness turning hazy for a time.
In his hazy daze, he caught a fleeting glimpse of the divine moon finally sinking into the earth. Moonlight occasionally surfaced on the ground in the distance until it vanished completely.
"This territory might hold something extraordinary!"
...
The great battle still raged!
"Those of you with hope of breaking through who stepped forward on your own initiative, hold back for now!"
Toward the end of the fight, even the Golden Roster felt heartache and grief. It saw a "prime warrior" emerge whose talent was not inferior to the white-haired sword immortal's; back then, having cultivated a peculiar technique, he had fallen into a deep slumber from which he could not wake, and had been placed inside an ice coffin. Now he had stepped forth, intent on fighting to the death.
There were several others like him who were held back by the Golden Roster, made to stand aside for the moment. It favored peerless prodigies.
"Hmm?" An old and decrepit Earth Immortal, completely decayed and worrying with every step that his facial skin would fall off, suddenly turned his head and saw Qian Cheng.
At this moment, he could hardly believe his eyes. His mind shook with immense shock, yet he dared not stare, silently turning his head away.
Whom had he seen? The Dharma King of that year!
"How is he still alive, and even younger? Did I mistake him? No, even the mole between his eyebrows is identical, and most importantly, his bearing and aura haven't changed."
Afterward, his soul felt adrift. Looking back on the past, he could only watch the man from afar, unable to draw near. Yet in this lifetime, he could actually see him again—and rejuvenated in youth! This overturned his understanding of reality.
"Does such a method belong to one of the various taboos? Actually growing in reverse..." He dared not think too much, nor look further. Awaiting him was only decay, rot, and now this bloody battle, death.
"Regrettably, no one can truly be immortal. All things have an allotted lifespan. The methods of the various taboos can at most steal an extra lifetime."
This was his final thought before, with a thunderous blast, he disintegrated in the battle.
This great war that shook the outer regions of the Night Mist World lasted for two days. By the end, no side had the strength to fight on, all suffering immense depletion.
The Golden Roster was covered in fissures. Though it could recover and mend, it would require time.
At this point, a group of Seventh Realm old monsters lay sprawled across the ground. They had virtually exhausted their Taichu qi and Xuanhuang qi and could fight no longer.
A section of the Dog Sword Immortal's tail had been chopped off. So enraged that even after losing the strength to fight, it lay on the ground baring its teeth and grunting.
One of Zhuo Kun's arms was gone, and a war spear was still lodged in his chest.
The lord of Heavenly God Ridge had fallen in battle, not even leaving a corpse behind.
The Sage lowered his head to gaze at his bare arm; his fist had been blown away. Though it could regrow, the new hand would still need him to nurture and temper it to adapt to the Chaos force.
Not excessively many contemporary Earth Immortals had died, mainly because the seniors from beneath the Nine-Colored Ice Mountain had fought at the very front—wave after wave of ancient figures taking the field, dying with noble resolve.
This battle had been profoundly tragic.
The coffins beneath the Nine-Colored Ice Mountain were more than half empty.
"I feel that if I go plead my case now, I might get to lie in an ice coffin too," an old Earth Immortal remarked, his origin torn apart.
The Golden Roster spoke: "The ice mountain is reserved for those who are prepared. A group of seniors who were already decaying and nearing death has made room for you. Well, if some Seventh Realm experts are interested, you may apply; you should be able to lie in."
This joke was not funny in the least.
The Seventh Realm old monsters lay on the ground, unwilling to budge.
The Silver Sea had been ruptured for a time, once bursting its banks and flooding out.
The Golden Roster had taken the opportunity to absorb some of it; otherwise, its injuries would have been even graver.
In fact, not only it, but even the Abyss civilization had quietly intercepted a portion, and the Totem Sacred Mountain had even used it to heal its wounds.
During the battle, the abyss had blasted open, and the life source slurry beneath the ground had been quietly collected in parts by the various factions seizing the opportunity.
"Why?!" The leaders of the totem camp were incandescent with rage.
In the end, unable to hold out any longer, the Celestial Clan and the Abyss civilization agreed to withdraw their troops, and they ceded a piece of land to the Golden Roster, which had still insisted on fighting to the bitter end.
As for that land, it came from the totem camp.
"I swear to f—..." Several great totems lost their composure entirely, unable to maintain their cold, profound demeanor, cursing furiously among themselves.
Willing or not, they had to passively accept this pact.
The main reason was that the Yujing camp had displayed overwhelming strength in this war, their battle lust maxed out.
Meanwhile, their totem camp had nearly been blasted apart. Many who witnessed this battle no longer regarded them as a supreme civilization; their performance had been so pathetic that their prestige and status plummeted in a straight dive—in a sense, their embarrassment was also maxed out.
Had the war truly ended? The main battlefield had drawn to a close, and all the senior predecessors lacked the strength to fight further.
In this era, without Taichu qi, Xuanhuang qi, or the like to nourish themselves, even grandmasters dared not casually take action; otherwise, they would die.
In reality, while the supreme blood battle had ended, the slaughter on the "secondary battlefields" was only just beginning.
The four supreme civilizations were now aware that the old totem had discovered the divine moon and been frozen by Lunar Force, and naturally, none would give up on it.
According to the old totem's final findings, half of the territory where moonlight appeared lay within the enclave, while the other half was in the Scarlet Forest of the Outer Realm.
The old fellows had called a ceasefire, powerless to fight on, but the young and able-bodied, the grandmasters in their prime, including the core saints and disciples, were likely unable to hold back anymore—just like Qin Ming, who was already wiping down his long saber and refining his nine-colored sword baleful aura!
Chapter 544