News of Xue Li's retreat swept across the entire Eastern Region like a spring breeze.
Before the Azure Profound Sect's Mountain Gate, the disciples of the Eastern Region Allied Forces cheered and leaped for joy. Some laughed aloud, some buried their heads in their arms and wept, and some knelt and kowtowed to the heavens. Throughout these past days, the shadow of the Blood God Sect had hung over their heads, crushing them until they could barely breathe.
Three great battles had left countless fellow disciples dead, and the Azure Profound Myriad Forms Formation had teetered on the brink of collapse. Everyone had prepared to die fighting. Now, that shadow had finally lifted, if only for a time. Sunlight fell over them all, warm and comforting, as though celebrating this hard-won victory.
Azure Profound True Person stood at the entrance to the great hall, watching the cheering disciples with a smile that had long been absent from his face. He was still somewhat pale, and his left arm remained wrapped in bandages, but his eyes shone. The Eastern Region Allied Forces had suffered grievous losses in this battle.
More than three thousand disciples had died, countless others had been wounded, and the Azure Profound Myriad Forms Formation's energy was nearly exhausted. It would take years to recover. But they had held out in the end.
"Sect Master, we won," Lin Feng said softly beside him. He did not look much better himself. His battle with Xue Li had consumed most of his origin power, and the meridians within his body ached faintly. Yet his back remained straight, his eyes filled with resolve.
Azure Profound True Person nodded. "We won. But only for now. In three years, Xue Li will return. By then, he may be even stronger. He has remained