The Immortal-Demon Battlefield fell quiet once more.
Inside Demon-Slayer City, relief at having survived the calamity mingled with hope for the future. A unity unlike anything before began to take root in the All Heavens Allied Army.
Su Bai had become their faith!
Not just because of his strength, but because of the man he was!
For all his power, he was gentle and never bullied the weak!
The disciples of the Heavenly Dao Immortal Sect were modest and courteous, never arrogant or overbearing. By contrast, the disciples of other factions they had met were unruly to the last.
Only through comparison could you see the difference!
Only through comparison could you feel the sting!
Su Bai stood beside the Grand Elder beneath the stars, gazing at the battered Demon-Slayer City.
Against millions of years of history, a three-hundred-year peace treaty was fleeting.
Yet it had been bought with countless lives and sacrifices, making it precious beyond measure.
The Grand Elder's aura had settled, and he once again looked like an old man nearing the end of his days.
Before him stood the veteran soldiers, arrayed in orderly ranks.
They had held this ground for millions of years!
They had fought through more bloody battles than anyone could count!
Some had even been born here, growing up amid blood and chaos and taking up weapons while still children.
"The treaty is set. For the next three hundred years, the Immortal-Demon Battlefield shall know no conflict."
"All of you have fought and bled here for far too long. It's time..."
"To go home."
The Grand Elder's gaze swept over the veterans, every one of them bearing scars. His voice softened.
"Go back and see your hometowns."
"See your sects."
"See the family and old friends who have waited centuries, even millennia,