The Ancient Immortal Secret Realm had closed.
The Trial Takers from the Nine Provinces each headed home. No atmosphere of sorrow spread among them.
Cultivation was, by its very nature, an act of defying heaven and seizing the fortunes of heaven and earth.
Countless living beings pressed onward, one wave after another. Those who died were truly gone, but the survivors would rally again, until their next venture onto the Immortal Path.
When Li Yang finished stabilizing his cultivation and opened his eyes, many people had gathered before him.
Among them were beings whose auras were even more terrifying than Ning Qingfeng's.
The Dao Alliance's leader and the Sword Alliance Sword Chief had already left. They might not have had ten thousand affairs to attend to each day, but they certainly could not escort Li Yang back.
"Child, don't be afraid. In the end, you are a disciple of our Xuanyuan Sword Sect. You need not worry about the sinister schemes of those petty scoundrels." The elder from the Xuanyuan Sword Sect approached Li Yang, his expression kindly.
His master, Lu Feng, and the Mystic Heaven Sword Sect's sect master, Ling Wujie, stood obediently behind the elder alongside the heads of the other Xuanyuan Branch Sects, not daring to overstep.
Li Yang was surrounded by powerful figures.
His cultivation had stabilized, and he stood with Tu Nine Provinces and the other cultivators from the Void-Slaying Realm.
He had won. He had become the greatest winner of all.
The opportunities he had gained in this Ancient Immortal Secret Realm surpassed everyone else's.
Yet there was no smile on his face.
He could not smile.
Countless comrades had fallen to win this war, and countless innocent people had been murdered.
He was not someone who grieved for all the world. He would