The cultivators of the Northern Territory Sect had truly grown through this great war, and the cultivators of Mu Lan Pavilion fought valiantly as well. Yet against the towering, black mass of the Evil Demon army, they fought and slaughtered, but the enemy was endless, and more often than not, the dead and wounded were their own fellow disciples.
Though his parting with Ye Wan had been resolute, Mu Bai had always kept her in his heart. No matter what, he could not forget that scholar's journey to the imperial examinations, that lifetime of long separation and rare reunions, within the Moon Sea illusion of the ancient cave abode. When they were together, she sometimes resembled a stern older sister, and sometimes she was as innocent as the girl next door. But whoever she was, Mu Bai could never forget that she was his woman.
The battle before him went on without end. Unless Mu Bai spoke, no one would come to their rescue. With a bitter, wretched chuckle, Mu Bai stepped off the rain-soaked mountain peak. His wings swept out, and the Giant Sword of Reincarnation slashed in every direction.
Two towering Evil Demon Giants lunged at Mu Bai, brandishing Black Battle Axes. Mu Bai met them without hesitation. Artifact Spirit Ancestor howled, cursing the boy for going mad.
People always had their chances to bask in triumph, but no one could escape sorrow for an entire lifetime. For no reason he could name, the gloom in Mu Bai's heart today hurt him and drove him mad. He swung his sword without any method, caring only to swing hard and slash hard, letting swords and spears pierce him, letting blades and axes hack him. For some reason, the wounds and pain inflicted on his body could never blot out