Lu Yin let out a breath. At last, it was over. This battle had been exhausting—utterly exhausting.
Thousand Machine Strange Performance sat on the ground, completely lacking any dignity. "Wang Xia is finally dead. Chess Piece Dao Master, we're still friends, right?"
The Progenitor laughed heartily, but sorrow lingered deep in his eyes.
It had been the sacrifices of Death God and the others that won this war. They must have been glad.
Wang Chenchen, Young Master Ling, Lu Huai, and the others all returned to the Heavenly Sect. Seeing Lu Yin put them at ease, even though he had already announced their victory.
They couldn't imagine how they had won this battle.
Humanity had fallen into despair more than once.
How many had died in this battle? There was no counting them. And Lu Yin had known far too many of them.
Long Xi heard one familiar name after another.
Now that the war was over, those people would never return.
That was the price.
Old Ancestor Lu Yuan coughed up blood, his face pale. "Tian Yi went before me. I should have been the one to die."
"Ancestor, they might not be dead," Lu Yin suddenly said.
Old Ancestor Lu Yuan froze.
Everyone else who heard him looked his way too. What did he mean?
Lu Yin lifted his head and let out a long breath. Now, it was time to bring them back.
He had been wary of Wang Wen for a long time. How could Lu Yin have made no preparations? A good portion of them had also been made because of Shi Chu.
When he broke through to become a dominator, the phenomenon that appeared had let Shi Chu discover that Lu Yin was an Ancient Reverse being. Lu Yin himself had sensed that something