At dusk, the sun set.
Black smoke billowed over the desert, and severed limbs and shattered bones lay everywhere.
The front between the Phantom Spirit Sect and Nightlight Pavilion stretched for hundreds of miles. Once battle began, it was no easy thing to stop.
By the time both sides fully ceased fighting, more than half a day had passed, and both had suffered casualties.
Because of the variable that was Han Yuliang, Nightlight Pavilion had lost dozens of times more men than the Phantom Spirit Sect.
The sect would issue compensation for disciples who died on the battlefield, and everyone received equal treatment—at least, that was how it appeared on the surface.
Before the gates of the Phantom Spirit Sect's main camp lay piles of damaged Dharma artifacts, all cleared out while the corpses were being collected.
This great battle, prepared for over so long, had begun with a tiger's head and ended with a snake's tail, concluding with extreme haste.
All because of a single Divine Infant Cultivator—the situation had reversed in an instant. It was hard not to feel dazed, even unreal.
Flying Boats soon activated one after another and vanished into the clouds. The Phantom Spirit Sect did not linger on the battlefield, beginning a successive withdrawal.
Many Rogue Cultivators watching from the surroundings flocked over, spending vast quantities of Spirit Stones to buy up all those damaged Dharma artifacts.
The prices they offered were extremely high. Rather than a transaction, it was more like paying tribute—trying to make themselves familiar faces in order to ensure their own safety.
Damaged Dharma artifacts had almost completely lost their value. Extracting and refining their materials anew would require immense time and effort; they were essentially scrap.
Occasionally, some Dharma artifacts would find their way into the mortal world and