Had they won?
The Grand Elder raised a hand to shield his eyes from the sunlight overhead, his gaze sweeping across the entire island and the long-dried bloodstains on the ground.
He thought of the disciples who had died fighting Golden Core realm cultivators.
He sensed the traces of violent spiritual energy that still lingered in the air.
The Sect Master had vanished without a trace.
Yet the sun still rose as usual.
It seemed as though nothing had changed.
"We won. We won."
The Grand Elder's words were hesitant at first, but gradually grew firmer.
He could be certain of it. They had won.
Everyone in this world had won.
They had thoroughly defeated the so-called invaders from another world and held the reins of this world firmly in their hands.
No matter how many had died, no matter how arduous the process had been, no matter how tragic the outcome—
None of it could deny this final victory.
They had won.
Yet Azure Mountain Sect was not filled with the cheers and laughter they had imagined, nor was there any joy after victory.
Only those who had personally experienced this war could truly understand how hard-won this outcome was.
"Didn't just a few people die? Why be so sad?"
At that moment, a voice shattered the sorrow. The speaker was the young man who had been the first to emerge from the underground space.
Everyone turned to look at him.
It was Ding Qi.
Then it was no surprise that he had said such a thing.
Ding Qi truly did not understand why these people were saddened by the deaths of others.
After all, when his own parents had died, he had laughed more happily than anyone.
Nothing in this world had anything to do with him except