The apocalypse had ended, and every survivor was overwhelmed with emotion. Having lived through the catastrophe, they had come to feel how precious life truly was.
People roared, wept, and screamed, pouring out their emotions without restraint to express what they felt.
Yet in the end, as the world gradually quieted, sorrow and desolation filled their hearts, for far too many living beings had died in the dark turmoil.
Across the Eight Wastelands of the universe, throughout all the known life-bearing star domains, flesh had piled into mountains and bones into seas. Vast stretches of land had been dyed red with blood. Countless trillions of living beings lay dead, forever vanished from the mortal world.
Every direction beneath heaven was filled with bitter winds and bloody rain, with bleak clouds of sorrow. Tragedy was everywhere in the mortal world.
Too much had been lost in this battle. Not only had endless living beings been slaughtered, but many peerless heroes had also fallen.
Void Emperor had faded away in sorrow, Emperor Hengyu had spilled his blood among the stars, and Gai Jiuyou had met a desolate end amid his splendor. The undying obsession of the Great Accomplishment Sacred Body had defied heaven and returned for one last battle.
One hero after another had thrown caution aside. Knowing full well that death awaited them, they had still hurled themselves into the vast battlefield, kindling the flame of all living beings' unyielding will.
After the turmoil ended, the various powers and great clans all hurried to the battlefields among the stars. Some cried out in grief; others remained silent, paying tribute to the departed heroes and the many Emperor Weapons that had been destroyed.
The places where the Supreme-level Experts had fought were far too extensive, spanning numerous star domains and even unknown