Do You Have No Self-Awareness?

When the light faded, all that remained of the battlefield between Xuanyuan and Xuanwei was a charred, massive crater stretching for countless light-years.

The Xuanyuan Sword was broken into pieces, floating in the void, the dragon patterns on its blade completely faded.

The Eight Treasures Mountain Breaking Halberd transformed into countless blue light spots, which slowly dissipated into the air.

Besides that, there was nothing else.

The figures of Xuanyuan and Xuanwei are no longer there.

Not even a trace remained.

lonely--

A deathly silence--

At that moment, the smoke that filled the battlefield suddenly stopped, and even the howling wind held its breath.

Everyone froze in place as if under a spell, their pupils trembling violently as they stared incredulously at the empty void.

The Three Ancestors and Jiang Shinian, in particular, were filled with fear.

"Where are Xuanyuan and Xuanwei?! Where is my next Human Emperor?!" Youchao Shi staggered back half a step, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and roared hoarsely.

His cloudy eyes scanned the desolate landscape like ruins with a frantic gaze.

But those two familiar figures could no longer be found.

At this moment, the four humans were on the verge of collapse.

It's important to understand that this war wasn't just a battle between Xuanyuan and his companion!

This concerns the next Human Emperor of their race!

The war was finally over, and the Human Emperor was about to appear, and now you're telling me... they both perished together?!

Isn't this a huge loss for the human race?!

Not only have so many members of the clan perished, but even the Human Emperor is gone?!

I'll fuck your mother!

Finally, Jiang Shinian and his three companions could no longer care about anything else.

He appeared on the battlefield, his face pale and trembling, looking around blankly.

They were trying to find traces of the two of them.

A moment of madness and despair

"Chieftain--!!!"

"Leader--!!!"

On the battlefield, earth-shattering roars erupted.

The warriors of the two tribes went completely mad. They dropped their weapons and rushed into the void like a tidal wave, their divine senses sweeping across every inch of land and every speck of dust like a torrential rain, trying to capture even the slightest familiar aura.

The warriors of the You Xiong Tribe trembled, their eyes bloodshot, repeatedly muttering the same phrase, "The chieftain won't die... he won't..."

But their faces were as pale as paper, as if all the blood in their bodies had been drained.

I don't know how much time has finally passed.

"Found it!!!"

With a shout from Suiren Shi, the entire world... instantly fell silent.

"Xuanyuan still has a wisp of true spirit left!"

All eyes turned to it—there, in the palm of Suiren Shi, floated a wisp of golden thread so faint it was almost transparent.

It flickered like a candle in the wind, as if it might go out at any moment.

The people of the You Xiong Tribe stared at the thin, almost imperceptible thread in Suiren's hand and instantly collapsed.

Tears streamed down her face like a burst dam.

They knelt on the ground, roaring to the sky, their voices as shrill as if their souls were being torn apart.

"Chieftain--!!"

Someone frantically pounded the ground until their fists were bloody and mangled.

Someone bit their own arm so hard that blood trickled down their lip, but they were completely unaware.

"He's still alive... Junior Brother is still alive!!" Dong Geng, covered in wounds, appeared before Suiren Shi, his hand trembling as he reached out, wanting to touch that wisp of true spirit, but fearing that his own aura would shatter it, he could only freeze in mid-air, tears falling to the ground and splashing dust.

On the other side, the people of the Qingwu Tribe were plunged into even deeper despair.

They frantically searched the battlefield, some tearing the sky apart with their bare hands, completely disregarding the damage they left behind, and plunging headlong into the void.

Some people rushed into the still-burning flames, letting the flames scorch their bodies, yet they still refused to stop.

"Where is the leader?! Where is he?!!" Cangsong, one of the Qingwu Nine Generals, had bloodshot eyes. He smashed a boulder with his fist, sending fragments flying, but still couldn't find a trace of him.

Qingluo stood there, dazed and limp, clutching a fragment of Xuanwei's armor. Her eyes were unfocused, as if she had lost all vitality.

He really... perished?

The future emperor of Qingwu... just like that, fell at the hands of Xuanyuan?

Their Qingwu Tribe... defeated?!

Despair spread like a plague, and the warriors of the Qingwu Tribe collapsed to the ground, their eyes devoid of any light.

They stared blankly at the ecstatic joy of the You Xiong Tribe, while they themselves couldn't shed a single tear.

The appearance of the Qingwu Tribe and others was also observed by the three human races and Jiang Shinian.

They opened their mouths, as if they wanted to say something, but in the end, it all turned into a sigh.

They had tried to find Xuanwei's whereabouts, but unfortunately, they couldn't.

But do you think Xuanyuan won this battle?

Actually, that's not the case.

Given Xuanyuan's current state.

If they hadn't arrived in time and protected this wisp of true spirit with the fortune of the human race, Xuanyuan's last remaining wisp of true spirit would probably have quickly dissipated from the world.

Therefore, it's really hard to say who will win or lose this battle.

If no one intervenes, they will inevitably perish together.

However, now... with their intervention...

Xuanyuan did indeed survive.

After all, they wouldn't let Xuanyuan's last remaining wisp of true spirit dissipate!

Not only that, they will do everything they can to help Xuanyuan recover as soon as possible.

Thus, he will inherit the Human Emperor that belongs to him!

Of course, if Xuanwei had survived, they would have done the same.

It's just a pity that only Xuanyuan remains now!

And in the Underworld.

Xuanwei's last remaining true spirit suddenly appeared here.

Like walking corpses, they drifted towards the depths of the Underworld.

If the three human races and others were to see this, they would be so shocked that they would be speechless.

The reason is that Xuanwei, whom they had supposedly vanished into thin air, had not actually perished.

And what's even more shocking?

Now, Xuanwei, like Xuanyuan, only has a wisp of true spirit left.

But compared to Xuanyuan, it is clearly much better.

At least, even without anyone's help, Xuanwei will eventually be able to wake up successfully.

It's just that the required period of time will be very long!

Xuanwei of true spirit constantly wandered in the Underworld.

But strangely, he was not discovered by anyone.

It was as if the Xuanwei true spirit did not exist.

I don't know how many years I've been wandering.

Suddenly, a slender, jade-like hand gently supported the wisp of true spirit that was about to dissipate.

A deep, warm voice echoed in the void, carrying a hint of helpless laughter.

Hong Yuan lowered his head and stared at the faint point of light in his palm, his eyes reflecting a sense of vicissitudes that spanned countless ages.

"You idiot, it's time to wake up!"

As soon as the words of this proverb were spoken, a dazzling divine light suddenly erupted!

That wisp of true spirit was like a parched river suddenly receiving sweet rain, bursting forth with light that illuminated the heavens in an instant.

Countless Great Dao runes flowed and intertwined in the radiance, reshaping flesh and blood and recreating the divine soul.

"I..."

Xuanwei slowly opened his eyes, his brows trembling slightly in the divine light.

He looked down blankly, sensing his own unharmed body, and could even feel the powerful cultivation surging through his blood at his fingertips.

"Did it not perish?"

"Don't you know whether you're dead or not?!"