Heavenly Sword Mountain stretched for over a million li, with countless perilous peaks and abundant spiritual treasures. Yet now, scattered among the various mountain valleys, lay heaps of corpses, while the banners of the different sects snapped noisily in the wind.
All kinds of ships transporting spiritual treasures, flying kite warships, and flying warships lay scattered among the hills, their ruined bodies sprawled across the slopes. Thick smoke billowed from their hulls. Though they had been shot down in the fierce battle several days ago and much of their wreckage had burned away, what remained could still last for some time.
Everywhere were breached strongholds, discarded spiritual armor, battered and useless magical artifacts tossed about, and banners leaning crookedly against the ground, their poles burned until only half remained.
At that moment, dozens of figures swept over the flying warships amid the clouds. Occasionally, a Golden Core Cultivator aboard one of the flying warships would glimpse faint silhouettes flashing through the sky, and his heart would jolt. During past battles, they had occasionally seen traces of Nascent Soul Patriarchs, but to see so many in succession, as they did now, was an unprecedented oddity.
"After this great battle, the Moonwatch Cultivation Realm will need at least several hundred years to recover its strength." Ji Qianshui of the Azure Elixir Palace gazed at the Heavenly Sword Mountains, which had already been destroyed by nearly half, and sighed mournfully.
"Every few thousand years, a calamity befalls the cultivation world, whether a natural disaster or a man-made one. The Great Dao is merciless. Those eliminated by the great war simply lacked sufficient destiny. What is there to lament?" The speaker was the old monster Xinghe of the Primordial Star Palace, a burly man with a full beard and a rugged face.
"Fight, fight,