The Ink Moon had fallen, and the landscape of the New World was about to change.
The high-hanging sun continuously dispelled the crimson light, soon to ascend as the core origin of the New World.
Cheers of victory rang out in wave after wave.
Joy was impossible to hide from Feng Qi's face. The efforts across countless timelines had finally made his dream come true at this moment.
The Ink Moon that had once hung high in the sky was like a civilization's guillotine. The moment it fell, it signified that humanity's path forward had been cut off, that there would be no future.
Now, that guillotine of civilization had been completely shattered.
A new future, new development—the new era belonging to humanity was about to begin.
Turning to look at Ji He, whose eyes brimmed with tears as he watched the battlefield, Feng Qi saw that the commander had not ordered the allied human forces to pursue the Ink Moon Legion factions fleeing in panic through the Space Passage.
Feng Qi was not surprised by this.
He understood what Ji He was thinking.
In the Final Battle, humanity had wagered the foundations accumulated by its entire race, and the allied factions that joined the war had done the same. The allied human forces had suffered devastating casualties in this battle, and some allied races had even been wiped out.
The Ink Moon had lost, but the Ink Moon allied forces had not completely collapsed.
Continuing the war would only make the allied human forces suffer even greater losses.
The challenges awaiting the allied human forces were still numerous, and the road ahead was filled with unexplored dangers.
To keep fighting in a rush of hot blood would be irresponsible toward humanity's future.
The losses from this battle had already