After working so hard for so long, sacrificing so many monks, and paying a heavy price... they finally succeeded!
For a moment, all the cultivators felt mixed emotions of sadness and joy.
No one knows the confusion they felt when they realized that the enemies they faced were the monks from the fairy world. No one knows how helpless they felt when they saw that the monks from the fairy world and the monks from the Holy King Palace were wearing and using fairy magic weapons that were countless times better than theirs. No one knows the determination and pain they felt when they still had to rush forward in the face of failure and having no way out.
How many of their compatriots had died for the glory of today? If you counted carefully, it would be too low... even on every continent.
According to the statistics of the Immortal Alliance, the number is in tens of thousands.
But that is only on the surface. There are many monks who make contributions behind the scenes but remain nameless.
This victory was earned through hard work by all of them.
Some sacrificed their lives, some contributed their strength, some refined elixirs, talismans, and arrays, and some donated supplies...
They are all doing what they can.
Everyone... is also ordinary and great!
Shen Qingyi was very tired and wanted to have a good rest.
There is even an urge to sleep for a hundred years.
Ever since those things happened, she has been moving forward, urging herself to not stop at every moment.
Every second, a little more effort, may mean a better chance of survival on the battlefield.
That would save one person's life.
Late at night, she practiced talismans, sword techniques, and footwork...
I am always thinking about how to best solve the problem and achieve victory at the lowest cost.
Every step is taken carefully and every step is thought through.
Of course, war is bound to result in casualties.
Those compatriots who died, those relatives and friends who fell!
She still remembered the moment when Master Zhou Lan died, and the anger, resentment, and despair that filled her heart...
They just wanted to live, but at that time, living was so difficult!
During the days when I was being hunted, I felt depressed, angry, and resentful...all kinds of emotions were intertwined in my heart.
Sometimes, she really wanted to rush out and fight desperately with the Holy King Palace, ancient beasts, and Immortal Alliance monks.
But after the excitement subsided, she had to calm herself down at an extremely fast speed.
Don't let yourself act out of loyalty.
Watching some things happen, but having to restrain and be rational...
Chen Qing looked at the desolate battlefield, feeling indescribable.
They are victorious!
When She Zijiang and others found Shen Qingyi, they saw that she looked exhausted.
His own disciple was covered in blood, had white hair, and especially his eyes.
Those eyes used to be so clear and bright.
Now, it seems to be covered with a layer of fog.
She is clearly just a little girl, but she looks like an elderly person.
She Zijiang opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.
He felt sorry for his disciple, but considering his status and her status, he felt sorry for her but was also proud of her!
"Qingyi..."
She Zijiang patted Shen Qingyi's head gently and rested his disciple's little head on his shoulder.
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"Master."
"Master is here."
"I came back alive."
She Zijiang felt a little sour in the nose, hot in the eyes, and bloated in the heart.
His disciple...did such a big thing without telling any of them!
"Master knows... Master knows."
The white hair in front of him stung She Zijiang's eyes.
If only... his disciples could just be themselves.
She Zijiang couldn't hold back his tears after all.
He quickly raised his head.
He is the master!
Once upon a time, he hoped that his disciple could become an excellent monk.
She lived up to her excellent qualifications and her status as a direct disciple of Tianshui Peak of the Lingdao Sect.
But now...
If... he would rather hope that his disciples could be like they were before.
Live a simple, pure, happy and joyful life.
Shen Qingyi was really tired.
After decades of tense nerves, they finally relaxed at this moment, and I felt even more tired.
"Master, I'm so tired... Can you leave the rest of the things to your uncles and aunts?"
Chen Qingyi believed that his uncles and aunts, especially his master, would not let him suffer any loss, nor would he let Pankongjie suffer any loss!
Shen Qingyi looked at the few people not far away.
"Jiang Li, Deacon Qiu..."
The two understood that Deacon Qiu truly admired this fellow disciple.
To be honest, the Tianxu Sect was lucky enough to have this person, as they had picked up a treasure.
Shen Qingyi was able to call them for this matter, obviously he remembered them!
He saw Shen Qingyi's fatigue, and Deacon Qiu bowed to Shen Qingyi.
Shen Qingyi felt his mind becoming increasingly confused.
But she still didn't forget to look at the Divine Word Tree that had been standing beside her.
"Master, this is Senior Shenyanshu."
The ancient beast is now on the same front with them.
When it comes to cooperation, the uncles in the sect and the elders in the Immortal Alliance of Pankong Realm are better at it than her.
Outside, those people had already chased Liulihuo far away.
Those who stayed were mostly interested partners in discussing cooperation.
Moreover, now that the rules of the Fallen God Realm are complete and there are rules of cause and effect, the transmission channel to the Immortal Realm is about to be closed.
Those cultivators in the fairy world who wanted to cooperate could only convey messages by burning incense or through transmission channels in the later period.
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