Li Chang'an frowned slightly and performed his divinations several times in earnest, yet he still could not see through that blood-red mist.
Clearly.
This Righteous-Demonic War was not yet at its end.
But True Lord Tianming had already ordered the demonic cultivators of the Five Demonic Sects to withdraw in succession.
Many demonic cultivators visibly bristled with resentment, seemingly convinced that things should not have ended this way.
Before this great war, the Demonic Path had held the advantage for years, its apparent strength far surpassing the Righteous Path's. Yet the final result was a draw.
Even the righteous cultivators had not expected such an outcome.
Before this, most of them had already prepared to die fighting here.
"It ended just like that?"
Many righteous path cultivators were still somewhat dazed.
From the appearance of Tian Ming's second Nascent Soul to the arrival of his true body, and then Floating Life True Lord's emergence, everything had happened too quickly.
Many had ridden wave after wave of emotion, feeling as though they were dreaming.
"After this battle, the cultivation world should enjoy a long stretch of peace, shouldn't it?"
"The Demonic Path suffered grievous losses too. They'll need time to recover. We probably won't have to live through another war like this in our lifetimes."
"Thank goodness for Floating Life True Lord..."
Gazing at that figure beneath the heavens, many righteous path cultivators were filled with reverence and admiration.
Fu Sheng had turned the entire battle around single-handedly.
As long as he was here, the peak combat strength of the Righteous and Demonic Paths would remain evenly matched.
On the Demonic Path's side, many eyes were also fixed on Floating Life True Lord.
"He's clearly trapped by love and has spent years lost in dreams. How could he have cultivated to