Resolution 2

As the aftermath of the battle gradually subsided.

The scene was a bloody mess, countless mutilated corpses and chunks of flesh strewn across the ground.

Among those who had just finished fighting, some collapsed onto the ground as though utterly drained, unwilling to so much as move a finger.

Others silently gathered the shattered remains of their friends and family.

Thinking back to when they had arrived, everyone had been high-spirited, calling on friends and gathering allies, dreaming of venturing into the Ancient Desolate Region together to fight for a chance to change their fate.

Yet now, of the three or five friends who had come together, many were left alone.

Then there was the grand procession when they had departed Manghuang Town, when they had set out from the Ancient Region Platform.

Looking around now, only a few dozen people remained alive.

In such a short time, nearly a hundred Dou Venerates had died. As for Dou Zongs, there had been more than a thousand of them—essentially wiped out to the last man.

After this battle, the number of mid- and high-level experts across the entire Central Plains, those at the Dou Zong and Dou Venerate level, would probably be cut in half.

Then, after another thousand years of accumulation, it would happen again a thousand years later.

Like a cycle, once every thousand years.

An old man knelt on the ground, his hands trembling as he gathered his friend's body. He murmured, "Was it worth it?"

Everyone fell silent.

Was it worth it?

Perhaps.

There was no right or wrong. Everyone was merely fighting—for a sliver of opportunity, for that illusory thread of hope of becoming a Saint.

For many Dou Venerates who had been trapped for far too long, death might not have been so terrifying. They