Aftermath of the Battle

The planet where the only passage from the Demon Race to the Land of Chaos was located was a vast world, lush with flowers and verdant Ancient Woods, with waterfalls plunging into clear streams. Its scenery was beautiful. More importantly, spiritual energy swirled through the air in quantities several times greater than on ordinary planets. Apart from the Demon Race's sacred star and the territories of a few great clans, this was the place with the densest spiritual energy. For that reason, many cultivators lived here, and even some renowned Demon Race experts had chosen to retreat from the world here.

The planet had always been lively, yet relatively peaceful. But a great battle several days ago had set it abuzz, and people still talked with relish about what had happened that day.

"Tsk, tsk. Did you hear? This time, many great Demon Race clans joined forces. I hear they wanted to capture the Mysterious Spirit Bee Race in one fell swoop." A cultivator on the planet could barely contain his excitement. "They say a huge number of experts were sent out. There were dozens of Mahayana Stage experts alone!"

"Yeah, I heard there were at least ten Tribulation Crossing Stage experts, too." Another cultivator picked up the conversation, his face full of longing. "Heavens, the Tribulation Crossing Stage! In the Cultivation World, that's the realm of the absolute strongest. If only I could cross the tribulation. What a dream that would be."

"Hah, so what if they were at the Tribulation Crossing Stage? Plenty of them still died, didn't they?" One cultivator clearly sounded like a sour grape. "We're better off cultivating in peace. That battle left countless dead and wounded. Blood ran like a river. Heavens, it was terrifying. So many experts just dropped dead!"

"What? Tribulation Crossing