When the news of the ceasefire reached the ears of the soldiers on both sides, everyone was stunned. This war had lasted for thousands of years. During these years, countless predecessors had paid with blood and sweat to protect their homes or escape from captivity. And it was just going to end so easily?
Many people on both sides found it hard to accept at first, and they didn't know who started it. In any case, the two sides started fighting again, this time more fiercely than ever before, driven by an impulse to leave the other side in the dust.
The warriors of the alliance couldn't let them leave like this. They were able to start over. Did the Western Continent deserve to be invaded for thousands of years?
Jing Chen did not intervene to mediate the situation. Without his intervention, the twenty city lords and deputy city lords, as well as the commanders of the ten legions, did not dare to order the soldiers to retreat. Moreover, they also believed that the soldiers should be allowed to vent their anger and indignation.
The dead can never wake up again. Now that the war has ended, the foreign invaders have retreated to their distant burial grounds, and this grudge may never be avenged.
At this time, Mo Shuwan and the others also returned. They had not experienced the glory of the Western Continent and did not have much of a sense of belonging to it. They did not participate in this crazy war, but they stayed outside the first fortress to watch the conflict end with their own eyes. This was something Yang Zhou had exchanged for with his eternal freedom.
No one can let Yang Zhou's hard work go to waste.
But the hatred in their hearts was not so easily quelled. The war lasted for ten days and ten nights with the tacit consent of both sides. When the high-ranking members of the foreign invaders, who were bloodthirsty, rushed into the battlefield, Mo Shuwan and her companions managed to trap them in front of everyone.
An arrow of dark power, so dense it seemed to drip water, pierced the opponent's chest without mercy. Apart from the battlefield below, everyone watching fell silent. No one expected Mo Shuwan to kill someone at this time.
"It's time to end this."
Jing Chen's figure appeared in the sky above the battlefield, with Jing Fanshu by his side. The father and son stood next to Mo Shuwan, as if supporting her.
A few seconds after Jing Chen appeared, the high priest from the extraterrestrial invaders' side also appeared on the battlefield. It was clear that the two sides had reached an agreement. The high priest led a group of black-robed elders into the battlefield and stood on the ruins. Smiles appeared on the aged faces of these people.
It's impossible to determine who's right and who's wrong in this matter; both sides have their own reasons. But the only difference is that, because of the prison, the souls of the invaders from outside the realm will be endlessly reincarnated after death, repeating the things they experienced in previous lives. This was originally a source of suffering, but after the spiritual veins returned, a powerful life force enveloped the earth, the curse disappeared, and for them, it was nothing short of a rebirth.
They can live again.
But once a warrior of the Alliance dies, he is dead.
Including the high priest, there were a total of a thousand black-robed elders. They sat in circles, and under the gaze of thousands of eyes, they slowly raised their hands. The mysterious gestures appeared in unison. Those familiar with the matter knew that this was a ritual to summon souls.
Even after their deaths, the spirits of the fallen heroes still longed for their homeland. Jing Chen made two requests: first, that no foreign invaders ever set foot on the Western Continent again, and never lay a hand on any living being on the Western Continent; and second, that the spirits of the fallen heroes be summoned back.
The high priest was naturally not in a position to make demands. The spiritual vein was found by Mo Shuwan and the others, which restored a piece of pure land to the burial ground. In the end, they were the ones who benefited the most.
Mo Shuwan was still standing in the air, watching as one figure after another appeared on the battlefield. These figures had faded to the point of being almost invisible, but hearing the shouts coming from her ears, she knew that someone had recognized them.
No one had ever imagined that so many heroic souls would be entrenched on the battlefield. They even exceeded the total number of people on both sides of the battlefield, and their numbers were still slowly increasing until the thousands of old men fell at the same time, at which point this terrifying growth finally ended.
The high priest, barely holding on, spoke in a weak voice to the souls of the fallen heroes, “You have half an hour to say goodbye to your loved ones, and after half an hour you will be sent into the cycle of reincarnation.”
The hatred for foreign invaders completely dissipated when I saw my comrades and relatives. It wasn't that I no longer hated them, but that I had something more important to them.
The fallen heroes huddled together, still bewildered by what had just been said. Looking at the calm battlefield, they asked in disbelief, "Is the war over? Did we win?"
"it's over."
"Brother, come home with me first!"
"Waaaaah, I never thought I'd have the chance to see you again in this lifetime."
Many of these warriors did not live on the Western Continent, and if they were to return on their own, half an hour would not be enough.
Jing Chen waved his hand, opening a spatial portal behind him. "Come to Li Chen's small world."
Seeing this, Jing Fanshu also opened a door next to him, which naturally led to another small world. Soon, several figures flew out from the first fortress. The city lord, deputy city lord, many stewards, and big shots who were capable of opening spatial gates were all present. Everyone opened a door in unison so that the heroic souls could return to their hometowns and say goodbye to their families as soon as possible.
But there are too many heroic souls; they alone are far from enough.
The city lord urgently contacted the nine fortresses behind the city. In less than ten minutes, the city lords and deputy city lords and all the managers of the nine fortresses arrived. Thousands of doors opened at the same time, and the heroic souls lined up to enter. In just over ten minutes, only a very small number of heroic souls remained on the battlefield. These were the ones whose homes were in the Western Continent.
Jing Chen personally escorted these heroic souls home and waited with the others on the battlefield.
The invaders from outside the territory were extremely unwilling, but the high priest and thousands of priests had personally performed the ritual to summon the souls, so no matter how unwilling they were, they dared not act rashly. They could only watch helplessly as batch after batch of heroic souls returned to the battlefield when the time came.
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