The two blood suns opened and closed, like a giant closing its eyes and then opening them again...
The scent of blood seemed to thin out imperceptibly.
To the east of the burial ground, where they had first entered, the eight stone bridges on the cliff collapsed with a thunderous roar.
It sounded like the first crack of thunder at dawn, rolling in from the distance.
The earth shook and the mountains swayed as dust billowed into the sky.
Then, from the Eight-Direction Platforms and the eight stone gates, a pillar of light shot up into the sky from each location, piercing the firmament.
Fierce winds suddenly rose in the cloudless sky as black clouds churned, transforming into eight inverted abysses.
The whirlpools expanded and expanded, growing larger and larger in just a few breaths.
They began to merge, devouring and tearing at each other.
Two became one.
Three became one.
All eight merged into one.
Then, like a tidal wave from the heavens, it pressed down upon the world, hiding the crimson light and bringing darkness wherever it passed...
The crowd was dazed.
The crowd was panicked.
Fear and unease spread.
Then, one by one, gates shimmering with azure light curtains appeared within the Twilight Burial Realm—one, two, ten, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand...
They appeared until they were densely packed, stretching as far as the eye could see across the entire wasteland.
The world was noisy, and thoughts were hard to calm.
The world was silent, and panic was hard to hide.
Above, the black clouds pressed down on the suns.
Below, the earth was bathed in a brilliant blue light.
The surviving creatures came to their senses and slowly approached the azure light curtains that were now within their reach.
Peering through the light curtains, the paths they had taken to get here began to appear indistinctly.
A familiar aura wafted toward them.
Yes.
It was over.
This time, it was truly over...
An ancient voice suddenly erupted from the clouds.
【Slaughter ends!】
"The Emperor's Tomb has opened."
"We're going home!"
"Withdraw..."
"Senior Brother?"
"Let us leave as well..."
The creatures who had already had enough of this place did not hesitate for a moment and dove headfirst into the azure light curtains.
They vanished instantly.
Some looked back reluctantly, casting one last glance at the burial ground before leaving with regret.
Others still stood frozen in place.
On the empty battlefield, the fight between Bai Mang and Xu Xian also drew to a close.
The two of them ended their struggle with mutual understanding and retreated to their respective camps.
The pillar of blood-red light remained on Bai Mang, the only one of its kind left. He stood before the demons and shouted to the entire burial ground.
"Go back and tell those old geezers in your families."
"If they want them back..."
"They better bring everything they own to the Demon Abyss to ransom them!"
For the first time, he stated his intentions in front of the world.
Even though everyone already knew.
Lu Yuan, playing the role of Xu Xian, clutched his chest with blood at the corner of his mouth and threw out a harsh threat.
"If anything happens to the people of my Wendao Sword Sect, I'll make the entire Demon Abyss join them in the grave!"
After speaking, he looked back at the disciples of the Wendao Sword Sect and gave the order.
"Let's go!"
Some were still unwilling and mustered the courage to ask, "What about the Twelfth and Thirteenth Grand-Ancestors?"
Xu Xian spoke bluntly, "I cannot subdue him. We must leave first."
Although the disciples were reluctant, they had no other choice.
They could only follow Xu Xian and leave the Emperor's Tomb that had trapped them for ten days.
Xu Xian's compromise naturally fell into the eyes of the other creatures, and they no longer hesitated or wavered.
They hurriedly dove into the nearest azure light curtains and vanished from this place.
"What about the Young Sect Master?"
"Hurry back and report to the Sect Master."
"Let's leave first..."
The creatures of the world vanished in the blink of an eye, their speed so fast it was staggering.
The demons were also unwilling to stay and left silently.
The area around the bone bowl, which had been crowded with people, was suddenly empty.
Only a few scattered heavenly demons remained, seemingly waiting for Bai Mang's instructions.
Chi Ji and Lan Zhan were among them.
"Young Lord..."
Xu Xian glanced at them and said, "You all should leave as well."
"Then what about them?"
"You don't need to worry about them," Bai Mang said.
"Understood!"
They no longer hesitated and vanished into the light curtains.
Ten days.
For ten whole days, they had missed their homeland every single moment—not because their homeland was so wonderful, but because this place was a literal purgatory.
Their cultivation was sealed.
The spirit qi was dead.
Everything was uncomfortable.
Of course, the main reason was that everything had already been settled.
Staying behind was meaningless and might even carry unknown risks.
No one wanted to stay in a place of trouble that offered no benefits.
This place was just a mass grave.
Not only did it stink, but it was also repulsive.
Chi Ji was the last to leave. Before she went, Xu Xian instructed her to find the High Priest as soon as she got out and prepare for battle at the Blazing Fortress.
No matter what happened, she was not to act impulsively.
She was to wait until he came out.
Chi Ji nodded in agreement, thinking to herself that Bai Mang was worrying too much.
Once the news of what he had done reached the Demon Abyss, those powerful figures would definitely prepare for war immediately...
She could hardly imagine what the scene outside the Blazing Fortress would look like then.
Saints, demon immortals, beast gods, and great spirits—they would likely all show up.
...
After Chi Ji left, the remaining cultivators also departed, and the turbulent world gradually grew calm.
Only the light curtains remained.
The pair of blood suns grew dim.
In all of heaven and earth, only Xu Xian and the thousands of hostages in the bone bowl behind him remained.
Xu Xian was waiting.
He was waiting for the Twilight Emperor to appear.
By now, Xu Xian had accepted reality.
He had tossed the idea of ruining the Twilight Emperor's plans or killing him to the back of his mind.
All he wanted to do now was one thing.
Take the legacy.
And then... let whatever happens, happen.
A cup of tea's time passed, then the time for an incense stick to burn, and then fifteen minutes. The clouds in the sky stopped moving.
The wind in the burial ground ceased.
The pair of blood suns suddenly vanished, along with the beam of light on Xu Xian, the eight distant pillars of light, and the blue portals across the world.
Everything disappeared.
The burial ground seemed to fall into an eternal night once again, giving off the feeling that it would never be bright again.
Xu Xian suddenly felt a bit nervous, wondering to himself if he would be unable to return.
However, a single sentence from the little book spirit pulled his thoughts back.
The little book spirit said, "He is here..."
As soon as it spoke, ripples appeared in the space ahead, and a strange and powerful aura descended from the firmament.
It permeated the entire world.
The captives tied up in the bone bowl, already in despair and helplessness, only felt a boom in their minds before their heads grew heavy and they all collapsed unconscious.
Xu Xian also sensed this sudden pressure, and for a moment, his mind was unsettled.
A sense of powerlessness silently took root in his body and spread recklessly.
He lowered his brows and gritted his teeth tightly.
"So strong!"
Right now, he wasn't even sure if he would have the courage to manifest the Sword Tower in the face of this pressure.
If the other party decided to attack, would he still be able to break the situation?
This was the one thing he had always worried about, and his only fear in this place.
His gaze grew cold as he instinctively clenched his fists.
"Since you are here, Senior, why not show yourself?"
A second later, a crisp sound of clapping reached his ears.
"Clap!"
"Clap!"
"Clap!"
"Young mortal being, thank you for showing me such a magnificent show."
The voice came from behind him. Xu Xian snapped his head around and saw someone standing there.
The wariness in his eyes did not fade, and he remained cautious.
He studied the person in front of him and asked, knowing the answer, "Who are you..."
The newcomer wore a golden cloud fox robe and waved a sleeve.
A throne manifested out of thin air, and He sat down leisurely, like a god descending to the mortal world.
Resting his chin on one hand while tapping the armrest with the other, He narrowed his eyes, which were as deep as a galaxy, and asked a question instead of answering:
"And you? Who are you?"
"Are you of the demon race?"
"Or the human race?"
"Are you Bai Mang?"
"Or are you Xu Xian..."
Xu Xian remained silent. He really could see everything.
Xu Xian bowed with his hands clasped. "Your power reaches the heavens, Senior. This junior is filled with admiration."
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