Everyone in the Wang Family breathed a sigh of relief, wiping the cold sweat from their brows as though they had been granted amnesty.
"Thank goodness our ancestor fought the enemy on the battlefield and showed the courage expected of him, unlike the Jin Family and the Feng Family."
The Wang Family rejoiced, believing that was why the Sage Emperor had stayed his hand.
By contrast, Wang Changsheng remained composed. He said nothing, though a barely perceptible gleam flashed through his eyes.
On the walls of the Imperial Pass, cheers erupted when Lin Fan returned. Many celebrated this hard-won victory.
Of course, some were despondent, shedding tears in their overwhelming grief as they searched the battlefield for their loved ones' remains.
Not everyone who had fallen had been resurrected. Some had died too early, and even Lin Fan could not reverse their deaths.
After all, it was a technique, and techniques had limits. He could not truly defy heaven and rewrite fate however he pleased!
Overall, however, the outcome was already excellent. Lin Fan's arrival and the changes he brought had allowed many people to survive.
"Brother Xiao Fan, are you still you?" Shi Hao called out. He had grown much more cautious, no longer as casual as before.
The other young people were the same, for Lin Fan was no longer the Lin Fan of the past. He was now the peerless Sage Emperor.
He had restored his True Self, entered the realm of the Immortal Dao, and forged an illustrious reputation through slaughter. He was a Longevity One whom every race beneath heaven had to revere!
Yue Chan and Qingyi, in particular, wore complicated expressions, worried and nervous that he was no longer the person he had once been.
Lin Fan smiled. "Hao'er, you've done very well!"
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