The great war had ended. Though they had won, victory was steeped in blood and bones. Some had passed away forever, never to be seen again.
Meanwhile, earthen graves rose one after another across the land, right there in the Border Wasteland. Many came to pay their respects, their offerings accompanied by sobs.
In the end, the weeping grew louder, shaking the Border Wasteland, for even Supremes came and went, silent and sorrowful.
"We're leaving!"
"Back to our homeland. Hopefully, we'll never have to return for as long as we live!"
At the Imperial Pass, some murmured and wished one another well. With the great war over, their hearts flew home like arrows, and they wished they could leave at once.
Even some of the city's Indigenous People planned to move away, unwilling to remain in this place filled with blood and tears.
For many powerful clans, this was a bitter, desolate land, a place of pain they could not bear to look back on. Given the choice, they would never set foot here again.
Still, the Imperial Pass retained the cultivators needed to continue guarding it. In the future, the clans would take turns standing watch.
That day, Lin Fan was also leaving, returning to the Nine Heavens with the members of the Sacred Emperor Palace. Meng Tianzheng was doing the same.
"First Elder, Brother Xiao Fan, I'm going back to the Eight Regions, to the place where I was born and raised," Shi Hao said as he came to bid farewell.
Behind him stood a group of children, descendants of the Seven Kings of the Border Wasteland. The Primordial Imperial City had been destroyed; only they had survived.
Yet they had lost their family and friends and paid far too much. Every one of them carried regrets, their