Victory! Resurrecting Tianxuan's heroic spirits!

News of victory swept through every corner of the Tianxuan Continent like a spring breeze.

The moment the Yi Mo Emperor fell, every living being on the Tianxuan Continent seemed to sense it. An inexplicable tremor stirred in their hearts—the world itself was conveying a message to them.

They had won this war that had lasted ten thousand years!

"The Yi Mo Emperor is dead!"

"Heaven Emperor Heng killed the Yi Mo Emperor!"

"Our world is safe! Completely safe!"

Countless cheers rang out across the Tianxuan Continent. From the bustling cities of the Four Great Xuan Regions to the remote islands of the Chaotic Demon Sea, from the ancient forests of the Demon Region to the dark lands of the Northern Xuan Region, everyone cheered with abandon.

Some cultivators burst into tears of excitement. Some elders knelt and kowtowed to the sky. Some children ran through the streets shouting, "Long live Heaven Emperor Heng!" It was a scene grander than any celebration.

The Eastern Xuan Region, outside the Dao Sect's gates.

Countless disciples gathered in the square, gazing up at the sky, now clear once more, their eyes filled with excitement and joy.

"We won! We won!"

"The Yi Mo Emperor is dead! Our world is safe!"

"Glory to Senior Brother!"

Ying Xuanzi stood outside the gates, watching the cheering disciples. A smile of relief appeared on his usually composed face.

Zhou Tong stood beside him, looking up at the sky. "Master, this day has finally come," he said softly.

Ying Xuanzi nodded. "Yes, it finally has."

The Chaotic Demon Sea, the Sea of Flame.

Mo Luo stood at the entrance to the Flame God Hall, watching the sky turn gold with auspicious clouds. A rare look of emotion crossed his rugged face.

"That kid... really did it," he murmured.