The greatest beneficiary of this battle was naturally Magnetic Mountain. After devouring such immense quantities, it had even undergone a qualitative transformation.
Next was Xu Xuan!
He had devoured some of Xue Mantian's Life Essence and refined a portion of his memories, as well as a vast quantity of Blood Cores and Soul Cores.
"Only a hair's breadth from becoming a peak saint! Just what am I missing?"
Less than a day later, Xu Xuan slowly opened his eyes. He had cultivated for a hundred years in the world of dreams, yet he still could not take that final step.
In fact, if he were compared to an actual peak saint, Xu Xuan would easily crush them in many respects.
Yet despite clearly possessing enough strength, he simply could not enter that realm.
"I need to ask Feng Wuxia just what makes a peak saint!"
Xu Xuan smiled wryly to himself. He withdrew the newly refined Magnetic Mountain into his body, then walked out.
"Everyone! Sorry to have worried you!"
Unexpectedly, Dao Spirit Saint and the other leaders of the various Holy Lands were all waiting quietly outside Xu Xuan's place of seclusion.
They were all experienced and knowledgeable, and naturally understood that Xu Xuan must have paid a tremendous price for their great victory.
Only when they saw him emerge looking relaxed did they inwardly breathe sighs of relief.
Without anyone noticing, Xu Xuan had long since become their pillar of support.
Despite the tremendous victory they had won, if anything happened to Xu Xuan, they truly would not even have been able to shed tears.
"Holy Lord Xu! With Primordial Dao Province devastated to this extent, we have long since abandoned our sectarian prejudices!"
Dao Spirit Saint sighed softly. A deathly silence fell over the gathering, and Xu