#2133 - Rest and preparation

After the cheers of victory, what followed was heaviness and sorrow.

As those cleaning the battlefield transported the remains of the sacrificed soldiers back to the city, every ancient star of life, every city, was shrouded in grief.

The soldiers from each city, after sacrificing themselves, were sent back to their respective cities.

City after city, the entire city was draped in white, and countless people dressed in white and wearing white silk greeted the remains of the sacrificed heroes on the streets.

However, many of the heroes' remains were incomplete, severely fragmented, and some even had no complete parts to be found. Only the weapons they used during their lives were found. Even those weapons were tattered, twisted, and deformed, and the weapons made of top-grade sacred materials or divine materials were full of nicks.

All the remains of the martyrs sent back to their hometowns were sealed in coffins, all with rune seals, and could not be opened.

Their relatives wanted to see them one last time, but they couldn't.

It would be too cruel to let them see their appearance after death.

Because there were no intact remains, all were riddled with holes and fragmented.

Every city was shrouded in sorrow. The people on the streets welcoming the return of the martyrs were either silently shedding tears or crying out loud.

The martyrs' relatives threw themselves on the coffins, hugged them tightly, and refused to let go. Their tears had already dried up, and their voices were hoarse.

Canglan mourned together, and the mountains and rivers wept together!

In the first battle, countless soldiers sacrificed themselves, falling on the battlefield against darkness. Their blood stained the earth red, but left warmth in the world.

This was the tragedy of an era, the elegy of an era, and also the resilience shown by an era in the face of the doomsday torrent brought by the invasion of darkness!

… …

Outside Bianhuang City, on the vast battlefield, the corpses of dark creatures covered countless layers, stretching as far as the eye could see.

Blood submerged the battlefield, forming a sea of blood.

Broken bones floated on the blood, a scene like a Shura hell.

In front of the Dark Continent.

A figure stood proudly on the mountain of corpses piled up by the corpses of dark powerhouses, facing the Dark Continent.

The wind in Bianhuang was very strong, stirring up blood-red waves.

It blew his snow-white hair and the clothes stained with blood.

On the city wall and on the battlefield, countless eyes looked at that figure from afar.

Everyone's eyes were filled with worry.

They couldn't imagine what price the Divine King had paid to kill all those hundreds of thousands of powerhouses in the Divine Lord Realm, forcing the Dark Commander to order a retreat, allowing the Upper Realm to win the first battle!

"Jun Wuxie, in your current state, I wonder if you can still cope with the second attack of my great darkness?"

On the Dark Continent's main battleship, the Dark Commander's face was extremely gloomy, his eyes were森寒, staring at him, whose face already had some wrinkles, his hair was white, and his heroic appearance was gone.

"Burning the power of life, overdrawing your lifespan, although you have resisted the first round of attack, what will you use to fight next?

It is true that people who practice physical cultivation have long lifespans, but look at your current appearance.

How many more times can you burn the power of life?

No matter how heaven-defying you are, you will be exhausted by us on this desolate battlefield!

Enjoy the remaining time.

Prepare to meet the wrath of the great darkness!"

"Incompetent rage, cowering in the Dark Continent and saying harsh words, that is the behavior of a coward.

Why don't you come out and try saying it in front of me?"

Jun Wuxie's indifferent voice reached the Dark Continent.

The muscles on the Dark Commander's face twitched fiercely, his chest heaved violently, and his whole person was filled with戾气.

"Don't be arrogant! Your death is coming, and then see how you can still be stubborn, humph!"

After the Dark Commander finished speaking, he snorted coldly and stopped speaking.

He was holding back his anger in his heart now.

But it is currently difficult to vent this anger.

He needs to wait, waiting for the subsequent powerhouses of the great darkness to cross the border!

At that time, wash away the shame, flatten the mountains and rivers of this world, slaughter all the beings of this world, and vent the hatred in my heart!

"I am waiting for your subsequent powerhouses to come and die."

Jun Wuxie responded indifferently, and then waved his sleeves.

The universe in his sleeves formed a huge vortex, engulfing all the corpses of the dark powerhouses under his feet and around him into his body.

Then, he turned and walked towards Bianhuang City.

Stepping on the waves of blood, stepping on the corpses of dark creatures.

"Divine King!"

The moment people saw his face, their hearts were shaken.

The Divine King had aged to this point!

The once so heroic and majestic him now looked like a middle-aged man who had experienced the vicissitudes of life, and even had wrinkles on his face!

"Everyone, don't worry, I'm fine, I can still kill the enemy!

I am not afraid of the dark attacking again."

Jun Wuxie returned to the city, and many people instantly surrounded him.

Among these people were his women, the disciples of the Zhuxian Sword Sect, and his pair of children.

"Daddy… …"

Xian'er's face was pale, her body was covered in blood, her energy was weak, her eyes were filled with tears, she tightly hugged his arm, and her body trembled slightly.

Her heart was filled with fear.

She was afraid.

The scenes of the Lower Realm back then were still vivid in her mind.

She was afraid that her father would fall like he did back then!

"It's okay, don't cry, Father is just losing some lifespan.

People who practice physical cultivation have long lifespans, so losing some lifespan is nothing."

He said it easily, but the people around him were speechless with tears in their eyes.

What kind of person is the Divine King?

When had they seen him like this?

To be able to make him fight to such a state, one can imagine how great the price he paid.

The doomsday torrent has not yet ended, and the dark creatures will launch an attack.

No one can say how many powerhouses in the Divine Lord Realm will cross the border when the dark reinforcements arrive.

At that time, if the Divine King faces so many dark powerhouses again, I'm afraid… …

They dare not imagine!

"How many casualties did our army suffer?"

He asked Anning.

Anning wiped her tears, her red lips trembled several times, and said in a deep voice: "The casualties are huge. On the entire front, the main legions have suffered more than half of the casualties… …

If the dark creatures launch a second round of attack, we may be difficult to resist… …"

Anning was not trying to discourage others or diminish her own prestige, but was making an objective judgment based on the actual situation.

More than half of her own main legions had been killed or wounded, while the Dark Army had far more numbers than them.

The casualties of the geniuses of the ancient stars of life were also heavy, and the sisters' injuries were also very serious.

Ruoqing's double pupils had been shattered, and a crack had appeared in Sister Wanwan's Wheel of Life. The same was true for Fan Yin and the old man Lieyang.

The top combat power on their side, each one was in very bad condition.

"Don't have a pessimistic attitude. We will definitely win this doomsday torrent!"

Jun Wuxie said forcefully.

"Yes! We believe in the Divine King. If the Divine King says we can win, we will definitely win!"

The commander of the Xuanjia Army unconditionally trusted every word he said.

He was the faith in the hearts of all the Xuanjia Army, the only god!

If he could quell the doomsday torrent in the Lower Realm back then, he believed that he could still do it in this Upper Realm!

"Where are they?"

"They are healing in the Holy Temple."

Anning knew who he was asking about.

Jun Wuxie nodded and walked towards the Holy Temple.

The moment he stepped out of the Holy Temple, in the main hall, everyone turned their heads.

Seeing his appearance, their lips trembled, wanting to say something but stopping.

"How did you… …" Mu Ciyin stepped forward, trembling hands stroking his old face, and said in a trembling voice: "How did you become like this… …"

Tears flowed down her pale face.

"No one can escape unscathed from the invasion of darkness. Without paying a price, how can we quell the doomsday torrent?

Hurry up and heal."

Jun Wuxie said, walking towards Su Xiaoxiao. Her injuries were so severe that the effect of the power of life was limited, the technique of life was difficult to use, and her body was filled with a large amount of dark power.

He stripped out the dark power from Su Xiaoxiao's body and injected his own energy into her body.

"Brother Jun, no, your body… …"

Su Xiaoxiao tightly grasped his hand, looking at him with pleading eyes.

"Be obedient! Only when you get better can you help everyone recover!"

Jun Wuxie ignored her pleading and struggling, forcibly injected a large amount of life essence into her body, repairing the hidden damage in her body.

Then, he summoned the Little World Tree.

The Little World Tree took root in the Holy Temple, with millions of branches, drooping crystal-clear green light, nourishing everyone in the hall with the life force of the world.

"Wanwan, are you okay?"

Jun Wuxie came to Shangguan Wanwan.

Her face was so pale that she couldn't see a trace of blood, her eyes were dim, and her energy was abnormally weak.

"I'm fine."

Shangguan Wanwan shook her head gently, gazing tenderly at his old face, her eyes filled with a layer of crystal water vapor.

"I will strip out the dark power from your body.

Strive to recover to your peak state before the second dark attack."

He operated his life star, stripping out a large amount of black dark energy from her body, and quietly left a drop of life essence in her body.

Shangguan Wanwan's delicate body trembled, her lips trembled, wanting to say something but stopping, fearing that her sisters would worry, she could only forcibly endure it without saying anything.

"Fanyin."

"Senior Brother, Fanyin is fine. It's just that the secret technique was used excessively, and I suffered the backlash of the power of cause and effect. I will recover after a period of recuperation."

Fanyin's situation was relatively special, and there was no dark power left in her body.

Although she was extremely weak now, she could recover on her own after a period of time.

"Big brother."

Xiao Mo was covered in blood, her eyes were tinged with blood, and blood-colored killing runes appeared in her pupils.

The power of killing in her body was extremely strong, without the slightest sign of weakness.

However, her mental power was severely depleted, making her look quite tired.

"Xiao Mo, be good, don't think about other things.

"You need to recover your spiritual power as soon as possible, lest your Dao Heart be affected by the negative will of the power of slaughter."

"Yes."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Mo slowly closed her eyes and continued to regulate her breathing.

Next, Jun Wuxie used the power of Devour to devour and purify all the power of darkness in everyone's body.

After that, he walked to the very top of the main hall.

There lay a person, their body flowing with crystal purple light, forming a translucent罩 (zhào) light shield.

Several women were guarding beside her.

"Your Highness."

Seeing Jun Wuxie approaching, the women hurriedly saluted and retreated to the sides.

"How is she?"

The women shook their heads upon hearing this, and said, "She has been unconscious all along. All the imperial concubines have tried, but Imperial Concubine Xiao's body has entered a state of self-seclusion. I'm afraid she can only slowly repair herself…"

Jun Wuxie sat down beside Xiao Ruoqing, looking at her face as pale as paper, her tightly closed eyes still oozing traces of blood.

Her body was covered in wounds, and her dress was a bloody mess.

Those wounds were surrounded by black light mist, which was the power of darkness left in her body by the dark powerhouses.

Because the powerhouse she faced was extremely high in realm, others could not help her拔除 (báchú) remove this power of darkness.

Jun Wuxie spread out his palm and slowly moved it over her body, forming a vortex in his palm, forcibly剥离 (bōlí) stripping out the power of darkness from her body and devouring it into the Millstone of Worlds in his Natal Star.

As the power of darkness in Xiao Ruoqing's body continued to disappear, the wounds on her body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and no more blood flowed out.

However, her pupils could not be repaired as a result.

"Qinger."

Jun Wuxie placed his hand on her forehead.

Everyone thought he was stroking her forehead.

But they didn't know that a drop of his Origin Blood essence had entered her forehead from his palm.

Under his guidance, this drop of Origin Blood was divided into two parts, entering her eyes respectively, releasing a powerful life force to repair her 重瞳 (chóngtóng) double pupils.

Before long, the injuries to her double pupils gradually stabilized.

Next, he could only allow the life essence to flow in her pupils, as well as her own double pupil bloodline, to recover.

"Chan'er, do you know how many more powerhouses will cross the界 (jiè) boundary from the Dark Universe?"

He secretly contacted Chan'er through the Symbiotic Contract.

"The number of powerhouses in the Dark Universe is uncountable.

However, according to the carrying capacity of the 界路 (jièlù) Boundary Road, it can only support the number of powerhouses like the first batch of cross-界 (jiè) boundary powerhouses at most.

Once this upper limit is exceeded, the Boundary Road will collapse.

Brother Jun, why don't we go to the Godly Ancient World and take all living beings away together? Let's not care about the Upper Realm, okay?"

Chan'er's voice was pleading.

Jun Wuxie did not respond, and directly severed the soul connection with Chan'er.

"Tens of thousands more Divine Lord Great Heavenly Realm and above powerhouses can still come over…"

Jun Wuxie looked at the unconscious Xiao Ruoqing, and Mu Ciyin, Ji Yinlan, Shangguan Wanwan, Yan Qingcheng, Xiao Fanyin, Nalan Jingyi, Feng Ling, Lingfei, Liliya, Mu Xuelan and others who were healing, as well as his own children.

"More than half of the main force of the dynasty's legions have been sacrificed, and they can no longer withstand an attack of the same intensity as the first batch of dark creatures.

I must stop more dark creatures from rushing out of the Dark Continent, and I must solve them as quickly as possible…"

Thinking of this, he got up and walked out of the Holy殿 (diàn) Hall.

His eyes were filled with exhaustion.

The price of this fierce battle was too great.

Looking inward at the Wheel of Life, it was already covered in cracks.

He deeply understood that he could no longer withstand such a battle.

Although he could persist in killing many dark powerhouses, he could not kill all the dark powerhouses in that way.

Once they are not completely killed, this 界 (jiè) world will surely fall, and everyone he cares about will fall into the abyss of darkness…