Besides, he could use the Origin Essence of other Innate Spiritual Treasures to replenish the Origin Essence of these two Innate Spiritual Treasures.
Emperor Jun put away the two Innate Spiritual Treasures. He could study how to deal with them when he had the time.
By now, every living being covered by Demonic Path Fortune had become a Demonic Path Being. They had all transformed into Extraterrestrial Devils and left the Primordial World.
Only then did the Dao-Devil Conflict truly come to an end, and everything settled into dust.
However, the Dao Sect had also suffered grievous losses, especially from the Demonic Path Beings' final suicidal assault.
That attack, carried out with the intention of perishing together, caught many Dao Sect Beings who thought the war was over completely off guard, and they paid a terrible price.
At this moment, Dao Ancestor Hongjun appeared on the battlefield.
Naturally, Dao Ancestor Hongjun had sensed it when the Demon Path began fighting desperately.
But the time had been too short. By the time he arrived, the battle had already ended.
Hongjun's divine sense swept across the battlefield, taking in its gruesome devastation.
He could not help murmuring, "Fellow Daoist Luo Hou, why go this far?"
At that moment, Luo Hou's figure appeared in Hongjun's mindscape, laughing wildly. "Hongjun, the Demon Path did not win, but neither did your Dao Sect! Hahaha..."
Hongjun naturally knew that Luo Hou's voice arising from the depths of his heart was not an illusion, but Luo Hou himself, truly transformed into an Extraterrestrial Devil.
Was this the ability of Extraterrestrial Devils?
Hongjun frowned and committed the matter of guarding against Extraterrestrial Devils to memory.
Hongjun now had a thorough understanding of the battlefield's situation.
In this final battle between the Dao Sect and the Demon Path, all Demonic Path Beings had vanished, while few Dao Sect Beings remained alive.
Although Luo Hou had claimed that the Dao Sect had not won either, the Dao Sect had in fact achieved victory.
Hongjun could feel most of the Primordial World's Karmic Luck gathering upon him.
Yet this Karmic Luck was far less than he had imagined.
That made sense. With vast numbers of living beings in the Primordial World having perished, its Karmic Luck would naturally fall into decline.
Even so, since the creation of heaven and earth, Hongjun could be considered the only living being to unify the Primordial World's Karmic Luck.
Faced with the few surviving beings, Hongjun had no intention of revealing himself.
With a thought, he bestowed the Daoist Sect Fortune he had promised upon the beings who had survived.
After that, he departed and returned to his Daoist Abode, Jade Capital Mountain.
Now that he had signed a covenant with the Heavenly Dao, he naturally had to advance as soon as possible and fulfill the Heavenly Dao Covenant.
After all, he was now burdened with immense Karmic Sin.
Thinking of this, a bitter smile appeared on Hongjun's face once more.
Fellow Daoist Luo Hou, you truly made this poor Daoist suffer.
Emperor Jun had no idea that Hongjun had arrived.
After witnessing Wutian's disappearance, he knew that the Dao-Devil Conflict had finally truly ended.
Suddenly, Emperor Jun felt a stir in his heart.
The Hetu Luoshu Diagram appeared in Emperor Jun's hand, within it mountains and rivers, suns and moons, stars and constellations shifting endlessly.
A moment later, a smile appeared on Emperor Jun's face.
His Karmic Luck had increased.
He understood that this was the Daoist Sect Fortune Dao Ancestor Hongjun had promised him.
Yet when Emperor Jun passed through the entire battlefield of the Dao-Devil Conflict, the corpses strewn across the mountains and plains, the blood flowing like rivers, washed away his original joy.
Tragic. Brutal.
Even now, the auras of the beings who had fought there still lingered.
When Emperor Jun had fought Wutian, he had neither the time nor the inclination to pay attention to what was happening on the battlefield.
The brutality of this final battle far exceeded any battle Emperor Jun had experienced before.
At the same time, Emperor Jun recalled Wutian's final state. He could not help guessing that the Demonic Path Beings' final assault had likely caught the Dao Sect cultivators most off guard.
With a heavy heart, Emperor Jun returned to the Eastern Primordial Desolation's main camp, where he saw Eastern Lord Duke and Wangshu.
As Emperor Jun approached, he looked at Wangshu and frowned, asking in confusion.
"Fellow Daoist Wangshu, you..."
Emperor Jun could sense the pressure of a Primordial Origin Golden Immortal from Wangshu, yet that pressure seemed exceedingly weak.
This left him deeply puzzled.
Given Fellow Daoist Wangshu's condition, she should not have been unable to control her own pressure.
Beyond that, Emperor Jun could actually sense disorder in Wangshu's aura, as though she could no longer fully control herself.
Moreover, perhaps it was merely an illusion, but Emperor Jun sensed an aura of death from her.
Upon hearing Emperor Jun's question, Eastern Lord Duke first looked at him in confusion before turning to Wangshu.
Eastern Lord Duke's cultivation realm was still rather low. He was merely a Golden Immortal, so naturally he could not detect Wangshu's abnormal state.
However, it was precisely because Eastern Lord Duke's cultivation realm was lower that he had survived the final battle of the Dao-Devil Conflict.
Eastern Lord Duke's cultivation had already reached roughly the same level Emperor Jun had possessed before becoming a Grand Luo Golden Immortal. Though his combat strength might have been somewhat lacking, the difference was not great.
Eastern Lord Duke's strength stood at the peak among Golden Immortals, with few rivals.
Therefore, even the Demonic Path cultivators' final assault had failed to kill or severely wound Eastern Lord Duke.
If Eastern Lord Duke's realm had been a little higher and reached the Grand Luo Golden Immortal realm, he might truly have fallen upon the battlefield.
Along the way, Emperor Jun had not seen a single Grand Luo Golden Immortal.
After hearing Emperor Jun's words, Wangshu spoke with a bitter smile. "The fact that I can still appear before you in this state is already a kind of fortune."
Before Emperor Jun and Eastern Lord Duke could speak, Wangshu continued.
"After Devil Ancestor Luo Hou made his Heavenly Dao Oath, the beings on both sides at the Primordial Origin Golden Immortal level had already stopped fighting."
"After all, victory and defeat had already been decided then. There was no need to continue."
"At the time, we watched the defeated Demonic Path Beings, waiting for them to leave and for us to enjoy the fruits of victory."
As Wangshu spoke to this point, her emotions fluctuated violently.
"But who could have expected that those Demonic Path cultivators would all launch suicidal attacks?"
"A suicidal attack by a Primordial Origin Golden Immortal—even another Primordial Origin Golden Immortal might not survive it."
Wangshu feared the two did not understand its power, so she offered a brief explanation.
"As a result, among the Primordial Origin Golden Immortals, I was the only one who survived."
"Yet even I am now at the end of my strength."
As she spoke, sorrow surged in Wangshu's heart.
Perhaps because Wangshu had suffered such severe injuries, she could no longer conceal her emotions.
Emperor Jun and Eastern Lord Duke also felt that sorrow, and their hearts likewise grew mournful.
After all, Wangshu had once guided them for nearly a hundred years. She could be called the one who had led them into the Primordial World.
"Fellow Daoist Wangshu, is there truly no way for you to recover?"
Wangshu looked at Emperor Jun, shook her head, and said, "My Divine Soul has been injured, the Origin Essence within my body is exhausted, and my Primordial Spirit contains many Dao Wounds left behind by Primordial Origin Golden Immortals. I fear that even Dao Ancestor Hongjun would be unable to heal me."
"I am actually already as good as dead. Only this wisp of Divine Soul has barely supported me until now."
Hearing Wangshu's explanation, Emperor Jun and Eastern Lord Duke fell silent for a long time.
She was the elder closest to them, yet now she was about to perish.
At this moment, both Eastern Lord Duke and Emperor Jun were filled with countless thoughts and boundless melancholy.
In the end, Emperor Jun composed himself and asked, "Fellow Daoist Wangshu, you have persisted until now with a wisp of Divine Soul. Is there something you still cannot let go of?"
After hearing Emperor Jun's words, Eastern Lord Duke hurriedly said, "Senior Wangshu, if there is anything you need, we will certainly do our utmost to accomplish it."
Upon hearing Emperor Jun and Eastern Lord Duke's words, Wangshu no longer hesitated and said directly, "I will perish before long. There is indeed one matter I must trouble the two of you with."
"Fellow Daoist Wangshu, what matter is it?"
Emperor Jun asked.
"Senior Wangshu, please speak freely. We will definitely help you accomplish it."
Eastern Lord Duke gave Wangshu his assurance.
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