Above the ruins of the Demon Realm, the Heavenly Dao of the Primordial Wilderness had absorbed half the Demon Realm's origin essence, and the violet qi filling the world slowly dispersed.
The ten-million-strong army of the Primordial Wilderness stood where they were, each still savoring the benefits brought by the world's advancement moments earlier.
Many cultivators had been stuck at bottlenecks for over ten thousand years, yet in that single instant, their Dao hearts had inexplicably opened up.
Quite a few Daluo Golden Immortals had eyes shining with excitement. Before, all they could see ahead was a pitch-black precipice; now, they could vaguely make out a path.
But for all their delight, everyone remained clearheaded.
They had won this war between realms entirely because Niu Ben, the Mystic Gate's Senior Disciple Brother, had held the front line.
Without Niu Ben crushing the Nine Extremes Divine Diagram underfoot and grinding the Saint Ancestor to ash with a millstone, they would all have been corpses by now.
Under the rules established before they set out, rewards would be distributed after the war according to each faction's achievements.
Dao Ancestor Hongjun held the Merit Ledger in his hand. Even with his eyes closed, he would have picked Niu Ben and the Three Pure Ones as the leaders in points.
The remaining factions would, at most, receive a few scraps of ore from the Demon Realm or haul back a few spiritual veins to fill their mountains.
Over among the Western Teachings, Daoist Zhunti rubbed his aching knees, quietly leaned toward Daoist Jieyin's ear, and muttered.
"Senior brother, we made this trip for nothing. Tens of thousands of our Arhat Buddhist Soldiers died, and we didn't even get a single hair out of it."
Daoist Jieyin sighed, his old face full of bitterness. "We