The land ravaged by battle, the snow stained with blood, gradually returned to their original state under the influence of this force.
The bloodstains were removed, and the damaged ground was repaired...
The taxi drivers of the Douluo Federation felt the power of this sacred aura; their fatigue and pain seemed to be relieved by it.
They looked up at the sky.
"This is..."
Ya Li felt a particular familiarity with this sacred aura.
But this sacred aura that purifies the battlefield wasn't something she used.
Besides her, was there anyone else?
As the tremors gradually subsided, a new rhythm began to resonate in everyone's ears.
Clatter
Clatter
A footstep echoed in the air, drawing everyone's attention.
Yun Ming thought that other enemies had appeared, and stared intently at the ground that had been split open.
A moment later, before everyone's eyes, a figure slowly emerged from the crack in the ground.
Yun Ming squinted, and only after seeing it clearly did he breathe a sigh of relief.
It was a false alarm.
Then, Yu Longyue emerged from beneath the ground. Dressed in snow-white robes, with his hands in his pockets, he walked out of the Abyss with an air of composure.
He exuded a sacred aura, rich and pure, not much different from Ya Li's previous full-force outburst.
He was like a god descended from the heavens, carrying the power of healing and purification. Wherever he went, the wounds and filth left by battle were cleansed one by one.
All the corpses turned to ashes and vanished, their souls were released, and the blood was cleaned up. The stench of blood in the air quickly dissipated under the influence of this sacred aura, replaced by freshness and tranquility.
Everything around was purified by this power, and the cracks in the ground began to close gradually, as if nature was healing the wounds of war in its own way.
Yu Longyue exuded a serene tranquility that transcended worldly affairs, with the God Position slowly floating behind him.
The power of the Plane Master allowed him to quickly clean up everything on the battlefield.
The Far North quickly returned to its usual snow and wind.
Yu Longyue slowly opened her eyes, looked at Yun Ming in front of her, and clasped her hands in a fist salute:
"Teacher, I'm back. Are you alright?"
Seeing that his student Yu Longyue had already Self-Created Godhood, Yun Ming smiled broadly, his smile full of satisfaction, his eyes sparkling with pride and joy.
His student not only inherited his will but also surpassed his expectations, becoming a true deity.
It seems that the notebook recording all his experiences wasn't a waste after all.
Yun Ming smiled gently.
"I'm fine, and you finally have your own God Position."
Yu Longyue's face was filled with gratitude:
"Thanks to the diary my teacher gave me, otherwise, I probably wouldn't have been able to attain my own God Position so quickly."
"I'm just guiding you. Ultimately, you have to rely on yourself. Even without my diary, you could create your own God Position within a few years."
Yun Ming reached out and patted him on the shoulder.
"After all, this is your talent. Congratulations on successfully Self-Created Godhood as you approach twenty."
"See, I told you so! I said you'd definitely become Limit Douluo before you turned twenty."
Yu Longyue exchanged a glance with him, and finally put on a playful smile:
"Teacher, but I wasn't wrong. Even if I slack off and do nothing every day, I can Self-Created Godhood before I turn twenty."
"Get out of here." Yun Ming rolled his eyes and waved his hand impatiently. "You? You're always slacking off and doing nothing? That's just for show, isn't it? Even I was fooled by you, and so was your father. We were urging you to cultivate diligently every day, but who would have thought? You're such a good kid."
"Ah, hahaha..."
Yu Longyue awkwardly raised her hand and scratched her head, unsure of what to say for a moment.
Compared to the festive atmosphere of the Douluo Federation.
The atmosphere was completely different on the Abyss and on the Holy Spirit Cult side, where they had retreated.
The shadow of defeat loomed over everyone; their spirits were low and their morale was low.
The defeat of the six True God Level powerhouses was a huge blow to them, forcing them to face a cruel reality.
Their pride and joy were so fragile in the face of Yun Ming.
The entire atmosphere was extremely oppressive.
It was only through the sacrifice of two True God Level of the Holy Spirit Cult that the other four were able to leave safely.
The Demon Empress's face was grim, his eyes flashing with anger and resentment.
She couldn't accept this outcome.
The plan, which had been meticulously crafted for so long, was ruined by Yun Ming's appearance.
This made her clench her fists so tightly that her nails dug deep into her palms, yet she felt no pain.
Spirit Emperor and the others also had solemn expressions.
That's no longer their advantage.
Although they previously had a total of six True God Level, Yun Ming, a True God Level with God Position, was more than enough to crush them.
"Bang!"
A loud bang shook the entire room.
Spirit Emperor slammed his fist into the wall beside him, the force of which was enough to split mountains and shatter rocks.
The wall cracked under his heavy blow, and rubble and dust fell down, but Spirit Emperor seemed oblivious, his entire attention focused on his anger and resentment.
He exuded a powerful rage, as if even the surrounding air trembled with his fury.
Faced with the bitterness of failure, his emotions erupted like a volcano, uncontrollable.
The thought of Yun Ming, so powerful and dominant, single-handedly holding off six people with just a spear, filled him with intense resentment. His brows furrowed, and his eyes burned with fury.
His lips were pressed tightly together, his fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white and his veins bulged, as if he was trying his best to control his emotions to avoid a complete outburst.
"What should we do next?" Spirit Emperor spat out the question through gritted teeth, his chest heaving violently, before turning to Sage Emperor.
Upon Spirit Emperor this, all the Abyss Emperor present turned their gazes toward the Sage Emperor.
The Sage Emperor, however, focused his gaze on the Demon Empress.
"Two True God Level from the Holy Spirit Cult died under the Yun Ming Spear while covering our deaths. It's truly a pity."
"There's no need to kick someone when they're down." The Demon Empress snorted coldly, her beautiful eyes looking at Tang San, who was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.
Tang San's appearance had already been altered, and his aura was further concealed by the presence of Plane Master. Given their close proximity, even the Demon Empress couldn't possibly know his true identity.
But the Demon Empress looked at the young man, his emotions erupting like a volcano, and questioned him:
" The Blood River God-Slaying Array is under your supervision. Why is it that, despite my two attempts to contact the Blood River God- Blood River God-Slaying Array Blood River God-Slaying Array and use its power to kill Yun Ming, it has shown no reaction whatsoever?!"
"How exactly did you keep watch?"
Tang San frowned, lowered his hands, and, striking a pose with one hand in his pocket, stared defiantly at the Demon Empress:
"It's simple: because I can't beat Yu Longyue. Is that reason enough?"