The Demon Race World had rarely refrained from attacking the city, and in Ten Thousand Mile City, the atmosphere gradually returned to what it had been before.
There was neither great joy nor great sorrow, because every battle claimed lives—quite a lot of them.
Sure enough, as time went on, fewer and fewer people held funerals. Funerals took too long, while the Demon Race World attacked the city again the very next day.
In the end, they could only deal with things hastily. If the remains could be burned into ashes, the ashes were sent back to their sects.
For those whose bodies could not even be found and thus could not be burned into ashes, they could only write a letter and send it home, asking their hometowns to erect a burial mound for their clothes and belongings.
The cultivators who had come to Ten Thousand Mile City had experienced only two months, yet everyone had become much steadier.
The battlefield was the best place to temper a person.
That was indeed true.
Those who wanted to drink drank, and those who wanted to eat meat ate meat.
The battle-achievement rewards issued by Ten Thousand Mile City were provided by the entire Vast and Righteous World, so everyone's rewards were extremely generous.
Some people had participated in a single great battle and earned enough battle achievements to exchange for more resources than they would have received from their sects in ten years.
But so what? You might be dead before the next great battle. Could you take the resources back to the underworld to spend them?
Thus, business at Spring Breeze Pavilion and New Joy Pavilion became extremely lively, as did the various teahouses and song houses.
However, the liveliest places were the taverns and wine shops everywhere.
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