The clouds and mist formed by the impact of the two's battle gradually gathered, the skylight gradually disappeared, but the energy continued to pour in, pouring down along with the drizzling rain to nourish the earth.

The world, having endured calamity, is like a parched land receiving timely rain; life is bursting forth, everything is thriving, and joy is overflowing.

The sunlight from the skylight, the refreshing rain, and the abundant energy filled the space between heaven and earth.

Amidst countless cheers, Chang Le stood motionless in the rain, his gaze already traversing thousands of miles of mountains and seas, reaching the ultimate north.

But in the end, she simply turned and left, disappearing from the spot.

April 24, 400th year of the Cataclysmic Era

The mastermind behind the second world-class catastrophe of the era of natural disasters, the god-making Hades and the extraterrestrial alien [Catastrophe Shadow], has fallen.

Fu Jiu, the newly appointed leader of the Dragon Sect in the Ninth District of Central Earth, becomes the first person to break through to the "Emperor Realm," opening a window to the world and ushering in a new era of cultivation.

As the fog dissipated, all life within, except for those that had already died, revived, though all were extremely weak.

With China as the main initiator, other countries joined forces to make arrangements for the relevant personnel and events.

With the ten experts at the ninth level of the Transcendent Realm either dead or too old, the upper echelons of the world underwent a major reshuffle. However, this reshuffle appeared somewhat calm after the disaster.

During the organization and deployment process, Fu Jiu, who had disappeared for several hours after the battle, was mentioned several times.

But when people from the region inquired with the Dragon Sect, they also had no information about Fu Jiu's whereabouts.

After answering the region's questions, Luo Xuan left the meeting and walked to the Golden Palace dungeon with a somber expression.

In a dark room sat a disheveled, thin, and dejected young man.

Luo Xuan opened his door and said, "Hades is dead."

The lifeless young man's eyes gradually brightened, and the corners of his mouth slowly curved into a smile as he laughed in a hoarse voice:

“I knew she could do it. If she couldn’t, no one could.”

"Come with me to pick her up." Luo Xuan paused, then called his name, "The cuckoo cries."

The cuckoo turned its head, revealing a face that no one had ever seen before.

He looked listless, as if all his energy had been drained. After hearing Luo Xuan's words, he took a breath and stood up, leaning against the wall: "Okay."

Before the major regions had resolved the post-war chaos, Luo Xuan, Xue Wuwang, Chen Wusui, Lu Jin'an, and Wuya had already rushed to the Northern Border Ruins.

“Chang Le is there,” Luo Xuan said.

...

The figure streaked across the sky, tearing long cracks in the sea of ​​clouds.

The raging wind was so loud that all other sounds disappeared, and the infinitely magnified obsession extinguished all emotions.

Chang Le was unable to make any vivid expressions at this moment, but the emotions in his chest were already boiling.

If that container were still there, Chang Le's inner flame would have long since flickered and become unrecognizable.

This time, she flew from Yulou Pass over the Thirteen Forests, soared towards the river, crossed the desolate plains where she had once faced countless dangers, passed through the previously unexplored North Sea Bay, and finally arrived at the land she had never been able to set foot on before.

—The old ruins of the northern border, a no-man's land.

The journey was unimpeded, and the alien species retreated.

Chang Le, who had long since returned to his original appearance, slowed down and took in everything in the no-man's-land.

The uninhabited area is in the Arctic, which is an ice field surrounded by a strange plant species called "weeping weeping".

The "weeping" flower resembles a weeping maiden, and its message is—regret.

Chang Le could barely breathe, his eyes scanning the entire ice field inch by inch.

Even though her eyesight was already more terrifying than that of an eagle, she still dared not miss any trace.

Suddenly, her gaze stopped, and she moved with lightning speed, instantly appearing where her gaze had been focused.

This is a scorched battlefield covered in ice and snow.

A desolate wind swept across the cold ice plains, weaving through countless piles of white bones that had become one with the ice and snow, emitting a piercing and mournful whistle.

Chang Le's eyes widened slightly. She squatted down, then knelt down, one hand on the ice, the other trembling as she touched a black hem of clothing frozen in the ice.

The embroidered golden dragon pattern on it is still lifelike.

This is the uniform of the Dragon Soul Army.

Beneath the clothes lay a completely frozen skeleton, still showing signs of its former ferocity.

White bones seal the battlefield, the souls of soldiers die in their homeland.

This is the Dragon Soul Army that followed Fu Guang in eradicating the alien species in the Northern Border!

A wave of sadness suddenly washed over her, filling her chest with bitterness, and tears instantly streamed down her face.

Chang Le couldn't describe the feeling and was already sobbing uncontrollably.

She knelt down and lowered her head, her forehead touching the forehead of that skeleton through the ice:

"Come on, let's go home."

The icy blue light fell like snowflakes, but where it landed, it seemed to meet the spring breeze and the rising sun, melting some of the ice and snow and exposing the white bones.

Chang Le stood in the center of the "Tears" flower sea, scattering the ice and snow from the hundreds of skeletons gathered there.

These are the only evidence that Fu Guang led a thousand men to fight here back then.

Chang Le started searching from the skeleton to the other end, looking for unique traces.

After examining countless skeletons, she found broken metal fragments with both water and fire attributes beside one skeleton, and familiar wounds on another.

The Dragon Clan, Ren Baitou, and Mu Liangchao.

Their remains are all in the northernmost part of this area.

Chang Le memorized all the skeletons and then continued forward in the direction Mu Liangchao and Ren Baitou were heading.

The "Tears" flower sea gradually moved from in front to behind, and the ice field in front suddenly disappeared, replaced by a huge, deep valley, as if it had cleaved the Arctic ice field in two.

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