The Great War Ends, Leaving Life in Misery!

The Nascent Soul War has ended, and the territories of various nations have been redrawn.

But the wounds on the earth are like bottomless ravines, stretching across every inch of soil on the Profound Spirit Continent.

North of the continent, the North Sea of Heavenly Ape Domain overflowed, and a cold current flowed southward across the land.

The number of ordinary people who froze to death alone is well over ten million.

In the central and western parts of the continent, the earth's veins in three continents have been drained, Spiritual Qi has dried up, the land is barren for thousands of miles, crops have failed, and corpses of the starving are everywhere.

The Flood Dragon Domain was engulfed in a devastating flood, with the ocean overflowing its banks. Countless cities were transformed into underwater dead zones, turning the area into a vast, swampy wasteland!

Human habitation has vanished; all traces of the Human Race have been completely erased.

Natural disasters and man-made calamities are intertwined in a complex web.

Billions of lives are lost on this wasteland. Mortals are displaced and resort to cannibalism; low-level cultivators are like stray dogs, fighting each other for a single low-grade Spirit Stone.

Numerous spiritual fields, medicinal gardens, and spiritual mountains have been destroyed, leading to a shortage of resources for cultivation.

On the Profound Spirit Continent, nearly half of it has fallen into the land of spiritual poverty, causing the spiritual energy of the entire continent to become thin, making cultivation increasingly difficult.

It has a strong sense of the Age of Dharma Decline.

Life and death were no longer of concern to anyone.

Those in power are busy licking their wounds and rebuilding order; who cares about the cries of ants? They can only resign themselves to fate, and life will perish...

Clear Blue Kingdom, on its eastern border.

The atmosphere in the dilapidated military town was extremely oppressive.

Kneel down!

With a sharp shout, Yun Du, Lu Xun, Sun Chengzu, three Golden Core cultivators, were pinned down in the mud by several Supreme Purity Sect enforcement elders.

Their cultivation was sealed, they were covered in blood and looked utterly wretched.

Behind them were thousands of elite disciples of White Cloud Temple who had retreated from the eastern front. At this moment, these disciples were all wearing collarbone shackles and were confined together like pigs and sheep.

The leader of the Supreme Purity Sect was an elder in the Golden Core Late Stage stage under the command of True Lord Tongming, named Zhao Han.

Zhao Han's face was ashen, his eyes filled with a brutal murderous intent.

"Yun Du! How dare you White Cloud Temple!" Zhao Han kicked Yun Du in the chest, sending him flying backward and coughing up blood.

"Your White Cloud Temple Temple's old lair has become Demon Race's stronghold! And you dare to call yourself the Myriad Demon Domain, plundering the resources of my Supreme Purity Three Continents!"

Zhao Han drew his longsword and pressed it firmly against Yun Du's throat. "Speak! Did you secretly collude with the Demon Race race, deliberately shirking your duties on the eastern front and sabotaging my Supreme Purity main force!"

Yun Du's face was ashen, and he trembled all over. "Elder Zhao, I'm innocent! We were fighting bloody battles on the eastern front and knew nothing about what was happening in the rear!"

"The sect's guardian spirit beast rebelled; we are also victims!"

"Victim?"

Zhao Han sneered, his Sword Edge slicing through Yun Du's neck, drawing blood. "Shangqing has lost six True Lord Supreme Purity this battle, and five of the Nine Provinces have been lost! Someone has to avenge this!"

"Today, I will use these several thousand people from White Cloud Temple as a sacrifice to the flag, executing them by slow slicing as a warning to others!"

Zhao Han raised his longsword high, ready to strike.

Sun Chengzu closed his eyes, while Lu Xun gritted his teeth, a hint of resentment flashing in his eyes.

Just as the Sword Edge was about to fall.

The sky darkened!

It wasn't dark clouds obscuring the sun, but rather an endless sea of clouds that rolled out of the void without warning, instantly enveloping the entire military town.

A vast and mighty force unique to the Nascent Soul Realm crashed down like a hundred thousand mountains.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

All the Supreme Purity Sect disciples present, including Zhao Han, were crushed by this oppressive force, their knees shattered, and they knelt upright in the muddy water, unable to move.

"Yuan... Nascent Soul True Lord!"

Zhao Han struggled to lift his head, his face filled with horror.

Amidst the sea of clouds, White Crane, clad in a white feather cloak, slowly stepped out, its brow furrowed with cloud-like patterns, its expression indifferent and aloof, looking down upon this swarm of ants.

"I'm taking these three people with me."

White Crane's tone was calm, yet it carried an undeniable air of dominance.

Zhao Han bit his tongue, forcing himself to lift his head. "Senior... this is a Supreme Purity Sect, personally ordered by Sect Leader Purple Yang to be dealt with... Are you going to make an enemy of Supreme Purity?"

"Purple Yang?"

White Crane laughed, a chilling laugh, "If he's not satisfied, let him come to the Myriad Demon Domain to find me. Then we'll reignite the war between humans and demons, and I'll see if Supreme Purity can still exist!"

As soon as he finished speaking, White Crane waved his sleeve.

The clouds transformed into three chains, directly lifting Yun Du, Lu Xun, and Sun Chengzu from the ground and pulling them into the clouds.

As for the remaining people...

White Crane glanced at the thousands of White Cloud Temple disciples below, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes. "Let old man Purple Yang vent his anger."

"He needs to be given a way out, so he doesn't lose face!"

The sea of clouds churned, White Crane, carrying the three, instantly vanished into the void.

Only Zhao Han and a group of the Supreme Purity Sect cultivators remained, kneeling in the mud, their heavy clothes soaked with cold sweat, yet they dared not get up for a long time.

In the Myriad Demon Domain, atop Purple Firmament Peak.

The wind howled and thunder roared.

Yun Du and the other two were slammed heavily onto the rocks at the summit. The seal was broken, and the three staggered to their feet. After taking in their surroundings, they all gasped in shock...

The mountains and fields were filled with Yao Qi.

Countless powerful demons roamed among the mountains, as if the area had become a paradise for all demons.

Within the Thunder Pool atop the peak, a Lightning Bear, its body as large as Shan Yue, was coiled, its raging thunderous aura making it difficult for the three Golden Core cultivators to even breathe.

Shi Jian slowly opened his eyes, his thunderous gaze filled with indifference.

"You're back. It's good that you're back."

Brother Shi...

Yun Du called out, his face full of bitterness. Back when he was at the height of his power in the Demon Race race, he hadn't exposed Shi Jian's wolfish ambitions.

His silence sealed the inevitability of all this.

Silence is a choice, in itself.

"Rest assured, I did not kill either the Yun Clan or Sun Clan. After all, there was a familial bond between them, and I am not so heartless as to think I could be so cruel."

"It's time for you to make your choice: either join forces with me, the myriad demons, or choose to leave. I will not stop you."

"You may have some grievances in your hearts, but everything I have done is for the survival of our race. There is no right or wrong in it, only that we have different perspectives."

"In any case, I respect your choice."

Having said that, Shi Jian waited quietly.

Lu Xun was the most composed of the three.

He knelt respectfully on one knee, lowered his head, and said humbly, "Lu Xun was originally a homeless beggar, but later he was fortunate enough to become a disciple of White Cloud Temple, where he gained the favor of Master Sun Lin and was also bestowed with teachings and wealth by the Purple Firmament Peak lineage."

"The ancestor even bestowed upon us the Heaven and Earth Qi Dynamic, paving the way for our quest to achieve the Dao of Alchemy."

"This kindness is greater than the heavens, Lu Xun has no way to repay it. He only wishes to spend the rest of his life at the patron's beck and call, and to do his utmost for the patron."

"Moreover, although humans and demons follow different paths, they ultimately arrive at the same destination."

"Lu Xun, no regrets."

Upon hearing this, Sun Chengzu sighed, a hint of helplessness on his face.

"The Sun Clan and the ancestor made a two-hundred-year agreement. Two hundred years have long passed, but the Sun family has never forgotten the Sun Clan's kindness."

"The Sun Clan has never been my Sun Clan, nor the Sun Clan of the Human Race or Demon Race, but has always been the Sun Clan of our ancestor..."

"I have no regrets about Chengzu."