battlefield perimeter
After several days of travel, Wuwang and Kongjue finally arrived at the northwestern border.
His gaze swept across the battlefield, and seeing that there were not the countless dead and wounded and the spreading resentment he had feared, he breathed a sigh of relief and revealed a faint smile.
Some time ago, Wu Wang observed the celestial phenomena and discovered that war might break out in the northwest.
The cause is unclear; it seems to be someone from here, or perhaps a visitor from abroad.
The ending is unclear; it seems to indicate widespread chaos, yet it also hints at a turning point.
Feeling uneasy, Wu Wang took Kong Jue with him and set off for the northwestern border.
They thought that even if they couldn't stop the war, they could at least help the souls of the dead pass away by reciting the Rebirth Sutra.
Fortunately, the worst-case scenario did not occur.
Wu Wang lowered his eyes and clasped his hands together, saying, "Amitabha, well done, well done."
On the battlefield
Tao Wuqing stared intently at the figure in mid-air, tears welling in his eyes. Gu Jixuan stood beside him, looking at him with some worry.
As Huangfuhua approached, he noticed blood dripping from Duanyang's hand. He quickly went over to apply medicine, scolding him as he did so: "Why didn't you come back to apply medicine when you were injured? Now that the fight's over, do you think watching others fight will stop the pain? Honestly, you don't know how to take care of yourself at all..."
Duan Yang withdrew her gaze and looked at Huangfu Hua, who was muttering to himself but moving very carefully. Her eyes were full of smiles as she reassured him, "I'm fine, don't worry."
Upon hearing this, Huangfu Hua awkwardly replied, "Who wants to worry about you? I... I just..."
Duan Yang chuckled softly, "She just feels sorry for me."
Upon hearing this, Huangfu Hua became furious and turned away, ignoring him. Seeing this, Duan Yang stepped forward, took his hand, and whispered, "Don't be angry, it's my fault."
Huangfu Hua couldn't help but smile, her heart swelled with warmth, and she thought to herself, "To have met Duan Yang in this life, Hua, how fortunate I am..."
In mid-air
Sima Huan originally thought he could easily kill a Foundation Establishment stage ant and use the opportunity to intimidate the ants of this world. Unexpectedly, he was unable to defeat him for a long time. He was both angry and annoyed, and his anger was burning.
Sima Huan was filled with resentment and launched a fatal attack on Mu Qing by burning his life essence. Mu Qing mobilized all his spiritual power to defend against it. The two attacks were powerful and impressive.
The aftershocks of the attack stirred up a cloud of dust, with sand and stones flying everywhere.
The Golden Dragon Seal flew out from Murong Yu's arms, transforming into a crimson-gold protective membrane that timely protected the more than two hundred mortals on the battlefield. None of them were seriously injured; however, the dust and sand on the battlefield obscured the condition of the two combatants.
Murong Yu was shocked and rushed into the sandstorm to search for Mu Qing.
Protected by the barrier formed by the golden lotus, Mu Qing was not injured, but was somewhat exhausted and unable to disperse the surrounding sand and dust. He sat down cross-legged on the spot and absorbed the surrounding wood energy to recover his body.
As Murong Yu approached, he saw Mu Qing, whose eyes were tired and who was covered in sand, and he immediately felt heartbroken.
This was the first time he had seen Mu Qing in such a disheveled state.
Mu Qing didn't care. While absorbing the wood energy, she smiled at Murong Yu and said, "Don't worry, Yu, I'm fine."
After the sandstorm subsided, Mu Qing had recovered somewhat and allowed Murong Yu to carefully brush the sand off his body.
The Golden Dragon Seal transformed into a stream of light and returned to Murong Yu's side.
Mu Chengyu stared blankly in the direction the Golden Dragon Seal had disappeared into, then took out the Golden Dragon Seal from his pocket and fell into deep thought.
Seeing that the sandstorm had cleared, Mo Zhantian hurriedly rushed towards the place where the two had fought.
The soldiers from the desert followed closely behind.
Seeing this, Mu Chengyu also led the remaining people from the Dynasty's side who were still on the battlefield over.
The protective film that Mu Qing initially set up had turned into specks of green and dissipated when he was exhausted.
The villa of the Great King of the Southern Desert
King Mo Bei'an of Beiyuan, as usual, tried to go out of the house.
This time, he finally stepped out of the room that had confined him for so many days, left the courtyard, mounted his horse, and headed towards the northwest border.
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