"Teacher!"
Emperor Yu looked toward the last place the National Preceptor had stood. Although this was a great victory for Great Yu, there was not the slightest joy in his heart.
Not only his teacher!
The ground was also covered with the fallen heroes of Great Yu.
"I have failed you all!"
Emperor Yu blad himself, but for the future peace of Great Yu, he had no choice but to do this.
All the experts of the Blood Race were wiped out, the sa for the Stone Race. Only the Tree-man Race still had so remnants in the Hidden Forest Abyss.
But they were no longer worth worrying about.
Of the Ten Great Dangerous Lands, the top three had already been ruined.
As for the others, even if they were lent courage, they wouldn’t dare harbor thoughts of rebellion again.
Great Yu could at least be stable for ten thousand years.
He could also rest assured and take that final step.
It was just that for so many years he had never cracked the secret of how these deadly lands suppressed the Human Race, otherwise the Eastern Continent would never again have dangerous lands.
"Your Majesty!"
...
At this ti Duke Liu, Duke Yuan, and Zhan Tian ca to stand before Emperor Yu.
"I’ll leave the rest to you. I’m returning to the Imperial City!"
His injuries were too severe, and the National Spirit had also been greatly depleted this ti. Compared to his wounds, the National Spirit was far more important.
He had to hurry back as soon as possible.
"Also, send the corpses of the high-ranking powerhouses of the three races, along with any captives, back to the Imperial City!"
"Yes!"
The three answered in unison.
"What use are these three races?"
Duke Yuan looked toward the direction where Emperor Yu had disappeared and asked in puzzlent.
"His Majesty has his own plans!"
Duke Liu said faintly.
And Zhan Tian at the side took the opportunity to mock him. "Brute, no wonder you can’t break through your bottleneck!"
"Zhan Tian!"
Duke Yuan glared at him, extrely displeased.
Brute?
Was there anyone in Great Yu more reckless than Zhan Tian?
"Enough!"
Duke Liu frowned at the two of them. The National Preceptor had sacrificed himself for the nation, and the two of them still had the mood to bicker here.
Utter fools!
"Hmph!"
"Hmph!"
The two of them snorted coldly at the sa ti, each finding the other an eyesore.
As for Zhan Tian, right now he truly hoped Duke Yuan would make a move on him, so he would have a legitimate reason to give him a good beating.
"By the way!"
Duke Liu looked at Zhan Tian. "What was going on with you earlier?"
"What do you an what was going on?"
Duke Liu narrowed his eyes, but Zhan Tian was completely puzzled, then asked in return, "You really don’t know?"
"Really!"
Hearing this, Duke Liu’s brows furrowed again.
Previously, every ti Zhan Tian was heavily injured by that old monster of the Blood Race, he would recover in just an instant.
This was far too similar to the Tree-man Race.
How was this to be explained?!
And the recovery thods of the Tree-man Race had suddenly vanished!
Were the two things related?
"Is this the effect brought by the Sacred Body?"
Duke Yuan began to speculate.
"It’s possible, but we’re not clear on the specifics yet."
Zhan Tian shook his head.
He really didn’t know, but the feeling was just too exhilarating. Unless it was a one-hit kill, no matter how serious the injury, he could recover in an instant.
"Forget it, as long as you’re fine."
Duke Liu did not ask further. No matter what, Zhan Tian definitely had no problem—on this point he was absolutely certain.
Otherwise, when facing Zhou earlier, he would not have rushed out at the first mont to protect Emperor Yu.
One had to know, that was Zhou!
A being almost no weaker than Emperor Yu.
...
Celestial Eye Forest, within the Spirit Pool.
"Seems like it’s over?"
Zhan Tian’s Origin Seed spoke.
"You sure?"
Chen Xuan asked worriedly.
"Mm, he doesn’t need my help to recover anymore."
Hearing this, Chen Xuan also guessed that the battle on that side should have ended, and the Origin Seed was closely linked with Zhan Tian.
If the Origin Seed was fine, that ant Zhan Tian was unhard.
In other words... Great Yu had won!
At this mont, in the great hall at the center of the ancestral tree.
"Father..."
Cyan Ink Jade knelt on both knees, crying out in grief.
Right now tears were streaming down his face like rain.
He could feel his father’s aura had completely vanished, which ant...
"Impossible, impossible..."
Cyan Ink Jade’s expression was dazed. Back then his father had told him that the three races would surely win this ti; how could such a result have appeared!
"No wonder..."
At the last mont, his father had sent him back to the Hidden Forest Abyss.
So that was it.....
"Father...."
Cyan Ink Jade raised his head and cried out to the heavens. So his father had long sensed it in his heart.
"Human Race!"
"Great Yu!"
He shot to his feet. His erald eyes turned completely red, and the aura on his body exploded. A violent gale instantly swept through the great hall.
A head of green long hair whipped wildly in the air; bloodthirsty red eyes, green skin—he looked incomparably eerie at this mont.
"Quiet!"
Just then, an aged voice rang out in the great hall.
With that one word, Cyan Ink Jade’s eyes gradually cleared.
At this mont a figure descended from the sky.
It was the elder who guarded Celestial Eye.
"Master!"
"My father... he!"
Cyan Ink Jade took a step to stand before him and dropped to his knees, clutching his leg, crying like a helpless child.
"Ah—"
Only now did he dare to vent his grief aloud.
Only before his master could he be a child!
He was only a hundred years old!
"Ai!"
Qingzhou sighed, his rough, big hand resting on Cyan Ink Jade’s head to comfort him. "Perhaps this is simply the fate of our three races!"
The three races had united, and even the Blood Race’s Old Ancestor had awakened; he never expected Qingyu Xian would actually die.
That could only an the battle on that side had surely ended in defeat.
Lowering his head to look at Cyan Ink Jade—taken away by him right after birth and taught ever since—their relationship was no longer just master and disciple, but more like grandfather and grandson.
But things were already like this now; he had to be strong.
The entire Tree-man Race would have to rely on him.
He could not go on like this!
"Get up!"
He barked, hoisting Cyan Ink Jade up with one hand, both hands gripping his shoulders as he scolded in anger, "Your father is dead. From this mont on, you are the Clan Leader of the Tree-man Race!"
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