Chapter 13436: After the War
Although Ling Xiao still had countless questions in his heart that he wanted to ask, looking at Chunxiao and others' extremely exhausted looks, he knew that asking any more at this moment would be in vain.
They have already sacrificed too much for this battle, and what they need most now is rest and recovery. So, he sighed softly, turned around and walked out of the magic needle space.
In front of him was a devastated battlefield, the smoke had not completely dissipated, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of blood and scorched earth.
Despite the final victory, Ling Xiao's face could not hide his sadness. The joy of victory did not come as expected, but was replaced by an indescribable sadness.
The people of Zhenmo Mansion, whether they were soldiers or civilians, were all immersed in deep sorrow. Although they defeated the enemy, the price was the loss of countless lives. Those brothers and friends who once fought side by side are now lying on the cold ground, unable to wake up again.
The same is true for the people of the Soul Clan. There is no joy of victory in their eyes, only endless sadness. This battle is also a cruel test for them. Countless tribesmen fell on this land, and their fire of life was dimly extinguished on this battlefield.
Ling Xiao's eyes swept across the battlefield, with mixed feelings in his heart. He understood that victory in this battle was not without cost. Both sides paid a heavy price. Countless families were broken and countless lives were lost, making this victory seem so heavy.
The Heavenly Soul Saint was kneeling on a battlefield littered with corpses. Surrounding her were the corpses of Soul Clan warriors.
Her whole body was stained red with blood, but she seemed to feel no pain or exhaustion. She just knelt there silently, her eyes empty and sad. In her heart, there was only endless sadness and self-blame.
She knew that as a saint of the Soul Clan, she had the responsibility to protect her people, but in this battle, she was powerless to prevent this tragedy from happening.
Hun Huan sighed deeply, his voice filled with a bit of exhaustion and helplessness, but more of determination and encouragement. Dragging his seriously injured body, he walked with difficulty step by step to the Heavenly Soul Saint, and gently patted her shoulder.
Although the palm was heavy, the power it conveyed was warm and firm. "None of them are cowards. Every fallen warrior is the pride of the Soul Clan. The future of the Soul Clan was built by them with their lives and blood!"
The eyes of the Heavenly Soul Saint were red and tears welled up in her eyes, but she resisted and did not let them fall.
She gritted her teeth and her voice trembled slightly with excitement: "Temple! I must avenge this revenge with my own hands! I will destroy the Temple with my own hands! Patriarch, I will remember this revenge forever and will never forget it!"
Hun Huan looked at the resolute gaze of the Heavenly Soul Saint, and a complex emotion surged in his heart.
He knew that the road to revenge was full of hardships and dangers, but he did not dissuade her. Because Hunhuan knows very well that for the Holy Maiden of Heavenly Soul, revenge is not only respect for the deceased, but also the redemption of one's own heart.
"Then become stronger!" Hun Huan's voice was low and powerful, and every word struck the heart of the Heavenly Soul Saint like a heavy hammer. He understands that only by becoming stronger can he be qualified to challenge those seemingly invincible enemies.
However, Hunhuan's heart is also full of worries. He knew very well how powerful the Holy Temple was, and just one Holy Master of the Holy Temple of Zhenhun Palace was enough to easily destroy them all.
What's more, the church has more powerful branches and even headquarters. In those places, the top power of the church is gathered, which is a height that they are currently unable to reach.
"That's right, I'm too weak!" The Heavenly Soul Saint clenched her fists and dug her nails deeply into her palms, as if to remind herself that she must become stronger. Her voice revealed a kind of determination and unyieldingness, which was a profound reflection on self-understanding and a firm belief in the future.
She gritted her teeth and continued: "I need to become stronger and stronger than anyone else! Only in this way will my soul clan not be bullied by others, and no one will die miserably in this endless battle! "Her eyes shone with determination, which was a desire for the future and a painful lesson from the past.
After saying that, she finally stood up, her eyes firm and decisive. She looked at Hun Huan, with a hint of request and determination in her tone: "Clan leader, please collect the bodies of your compatriots. I'm going to practice. I want to become stronger, for the sake of the Hun clan and for the lives that have been lost innocently. "
Hun Huan nodded silently, his eyes deep and complicated. He looked at the soulless body in the distance that was almost torn apart by random knives, with a strong look of hatred in his eyes.
Hun Wuxu, who was once hailed as the genius of the Soul Clan, betrayed the clan and brought huge disaster to the Soul Clan. Hunhuan knows very well that the Hun clan must make changes to prevent such a tragedy from happening again.
He took a deep breath and tried to calm down. Then, he looked at the Soul Rain not far away, with a trace of relief and expectation in his eyes. He knew that the Soul Clan still had hope and a future.
He walked over slowly, every step seemed so heavy and firm.
His heart was filled with plans and expectations for the future. He knew that the Soul Clan had been divided for a long time and it was time to reunite. Only in this way can they unite as one, face future challenges together, and become stronger.
Beside Hun Yu, Hun Canglan lowered his head, clenched his hands into fists, and his fingertips turned slightly white from exertion.
His silence seemed to be a silent struggle and reflection deep in his heart. The air around seemed to be frozen, and only the occasional faint sound of wind in the distance broke the silence.
"Regret it?" Hun Yu's voice sounded softly, like the spring breeze blowing across the lake. Although it was light, it carried a power that could not be ignored. Her eyes are gentle and profound, as if she can penetrate the deepest secrets of people's hearts.
Hun Canglan's body trembled slightly, as if something touched his heartstrings.
He slowly raised his head, his eyes sparkling with crystal tears, and his voice choked with sobs: "Sister, I didn't expect that war would be so cruel... Every battle and every sacrifice cuts my heart like a sharp blade. . But I have never regretted coming out. I know that my choice was not wrong.
It's just that I'm not strong enough yet, and I'm not strong enough to protect everyone in our Soul Clan. Sister, tell me, how can I become stronger? How can I prevent this tragedy from happening again? "
His eyes were full of eagerness and longing, as if he were a lost child looking for the way home in the vast sea of people.
Hun Yu sighed softly and turned to Hun Huan, who was walking slowly. There was both expectation and determination in her eyes:
"The unification of the soul clan is the first step for us to become stronger. Only by uniting as one, can we activate those ancient cultivation methods and resources, so that our people can truly recuperate. Only in this way can we cultivate more powerful warriors , protect our homeland and prevent tragedy from happening again.”
