At this mont, Master sat cross-legged on a giant rock.
He breathed steadily, his face calm, lacking any semblance of soone who had just experienced a life-and-death battle.
When Mo Wangchen and Lin Feng approached, Master slowly opened his eyes and said, "In an hour, I will open a Transmission Barrier here to send you back to the Holy Realm."
Lin Feng frowned, "Master, does this an... you don’t plan to return with us?"
Master nodded, "Although the Demon World has been defeated, there are still many things that need to be handled. I will return to the position of Demon God to oversee the billions of lives here."
Upon hearing this, not only Lin Feng but also Mo Wangchen and others couldn’t help but furrow their brows.
A Realm God couldn’t help but say, "The Saint Ancestor is a descendant of the Divine Clan, how could he remain in this Demon World?"
"Indeed, the nine Divine Clans have guarded our Holy Realm for countless generations. Now the Saint Ancestor is the sole surviving bloodline..."
"Shall we let billions of lives in the Demon World fend for themselves?"
Master shook his head, interrupting their words, "If I do not stay and restrain them, millions of years later, the Demon World might rise again, posing a major risk to our Holy Realm. I must remain here."
Everyone was silent, understanding that Master spoke with reason.
After a while, Lin Feng spoke, "Master, let stay here with you."
Master was silent, eventually nodded, and then glanced at Qingyin beside Lin Feng. Without asking, he knew Qingyin was likely to stay as well.
Soon after.
An hour later.
The Transmission Barrier manifested above Demon God Mountain.
Under the watchful eye of Master, Mo Wangchen and the rest, under the guidance of the surviving five Realm Gods, finally entered the barrier.
They ca with over ten thousand people, but only about thirty percent returned triumphantly.
In this battle, the Demon World was defeated, but the Holy Realm also suffered a tragic victory, with the fall of four Realm Gods and thousands of Daoist Master-level cultivators.
It was a severe loss of vitality.
In the short term, the Holy Realm could hardly recover.
"Buzz..."
Upon stepping into the barrier, a sense of weightlessness followed.
Mo Wangchen saw flashes of dazzling lights before him, as if ti had stopped.
The next mont, as he recovered his senses, he found himself already back in the Divine Domain.
"Long live the Holy Realm!"
"Long live the Holy Realm!"
"Long live the Holy Realm!"
Currently, in Divine City, millions of cultivators were gathered.
They had been waiting for a long ti, clearly having received so news.
When they saw Mo Wangchen and his companions descending, the crowd couldn’t help but shout in unison.
They knew that this final battle had drawn to a complete close with the return of Mo Wangchen and others.
This centuries-old conflict between the two realms ended perfectly with the Holy Realm’s victory!
"Everyone, we can go ho."
The five Realm Gods stood shoulder to shoulder, declaring the victory in a loud voice above Divine City.
"Through this battle, the Holy Realm suffered greatly, but thankfully, no one’s sacrifice was in vain, bringing the dawn for future generations."
"With the Demon World no longer a threat, after today, the Holy Realm will reorganize. The vacant positions of four Realm Gods and thousands of Daoist Masters will be fully replenished within a century."
"We won this war!"
"Everyone, go ho!"
The mighty sound echoed clearly, spreading throughout the entire Divine Domain.
Countless people were excited, exhilarated to the extre, and everyone was cheering, the scene uncontrollable for a mont.
This hard-fought victory led the Holy Realm army to celebrate for seven days.
Seven days later, people dispersed under the arrangent of the five Realm Gods, returning to where they belonged.
On this day, Mo Wangchen, the Green Emperor, Liu Qingxin, and others gathered together.
In front of them was a small Transmission Barrier, and beyond that barrier lay Chaos Universe.
Two Realm Gods ca to bid farewell, watching Mo Wangchen and others leave.
"Chaos Universe needs a new Realm God. Originally, your senior brother Lin Feng was the best candidate, but he stayed in the Demon World to accompany the Saint Ancestor, so now we can only choose you."
As Mo Wangchen and others were about to leave, a Realm God finally couldn’t help but speak.
Mo Wangchen was taken aback upon hearing, "You want to govern Chaos Universe and beco the new Realm God?"
"Indeed." The two Realm Gods nodded.
Mo Wangchen laughed lightly, waved his hand, and said, "Forget it, I can’t manage it, and my current cultivation is weak. How could I possibly take on the position of Realm God? Both seniors should choose soone else."
"In this two-world war, Chaos Universe suffered great casualties, with almost all top-level combat power sacrificed. We have no choice but to select from the new generation. In recent days, after deliberation, everyone unanimously believes you are the most suitable."
"Don’t rush to make a decision; wasn’t it said within a century? Let’s see, if you truly can’t find another candidate within this century, then it won’t be too late to choose ." Mo Wangchen joked.
The two Realm Gods fell silent, knowing they couldn’t force such matters.
But with Chaos Universe currently ungoverned, choosing a new Realm God as soon as possible would undoubtedly be best.
If Mo Wangchen was unwilling, they would not insist.
Next to them, Green Emperor and others couldn’t help but be shocked.
Realm God.
A symbol of supre power, governing an entire universe and countless lives.
Unexpectedly, in the face of such tempting power, Mo Wangchen refused without hesitation.
This kind of courage, across ancient and modern tis, how many could achieve it?
Finally, under the watchful eyes of the two Realm Gods, the group entered the Transmission Barrier.
Ti passed.
Who knows how long had elapsed.
Three Pure Realm, Holy Mountain.
On this day, the Big White Dog lay lazily in the sun.
Not far away, ng Yurou was playing with Little Ming Yue.
Suddenly, a wave of energy was felt in the distant sky.
The dozing Big White Dog sensed it and instantly raised its head, gazing at the sky.
"This aura..."
"Is that kid back? Woof?"
Its eyes flashed with brilliance, barking a few tis, alerting Little Ming Yue and others nearby.
"Doggie, are you hungry?"
Little Ming Yue walked over holding ng Yurou’s hand, giggling and asking.
"Girl, the kid you think of day and night has returned." The Big White Dog sat up, panting with its red tongue, and spoke.
"Who?"
Little Ming Yue pouted, not reacting imdiately.
ng Yurou, however, paused and then looked at the distant sky with bright eyes, "Husband?"
The next mont, a silhouette in white descended, arriving before them.
"I’ve returned."
The young man in white was none other than Mo Wangchen.
Looking at ng Yurou and Little Ming Yue before him, his face displayed a tenderness and affection not seen for a long ti.
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