After a pleasant conversation with his grandson Yang Jinping, his wife, and his children, Liu Changxu bade his family farewell and returned to Purple Star Peak. He then entered the Seclusion Chamber in the Ruyi Lotus Palace and began consolidating his cultivation.
After her husband left, Duan Yuwei joined Chu Ping, Zhang Liansong, Su Lie, and the others in directing the victorious cultivators of the Heavenly Mystery Sect and the Sea-Calming Sect to clean up the battlefield.
Across the vast battlefield, the corpses of human and Blood Race cultivators lay everywhere, with broken and damaged magical treasures scattered among them. The once-beautiful mountains and rivers had been reduced to scorched earth, and the cratered ground bore witness to the battle's brutality.
Fresh from a resounding victory, the cultivators of the Heavenly Mystery Sect and the Sea-Calming Sect threw themselves into their work with tremendous enthusiasm.
The cultivators swiftly sprang into action. Some cast spells to gather the scattered fragments of magical treasures, while others used greater divine abilities to fill the gouges in the earth and restore the mountains and rivers to their original state.
While the cultivators of the Heavenly Mystery Sect and the Sea-Calming Sect basked in the joy of victory, those of the Myriad Forms Sect and the Great Qin Immortal Dynasty, far away elsewhere, were mired in a desperate struggle for survival.
Outside the Myriad Forms Sect's gates, the Blood Race Army, numbering in the millions, surged like a raging tide of blood, hurling itself endlessly against the sect's Mountain-Guarding Grand Formation. These Blood Race warriors were agile and savage-faced, their crimson eyes gleaming with bloodlust. Every charge carried the momentum to destroy heaven and earth, accompanied by waves of bone-chilling roars.
More troubling still, fourteen Blood Race experts in the Tribulation Transcendence Realm had joined