220: Chapter 220 Ending the War

If the combined might of the four parties earlier was a raging torrent that inspired awe—

Then Emperor Wu Tianba's overbearing and ruthless palm strike was a cold guillotine that shattered all hope of luck!

It instantly extinguished the greed and covetousness in everyone's hearts!

A Void Refining Peak stage Cultivator, killed just like that, as if crushing an ant!

This was not just an absolute crushing in terms of strength, but also the most resolute declaration of attitude—

Whoever dared to take another step forward, whoever dared to utter another half-sentence of disrespect, the black-robed Loose Cultivator would be the warning example!

There was no room for maneuver! No room for bargaining! Only a dead end!

"Gulp..." It was unknown who had been so shocked by this horrifying scene that their Adam's apple bobbed, and they swallowed with difficulty.

This gulping sound was exceptionally clear in the pin-drop silence, like the first strange sound breaking the deathly stillness, yet it added a few more layers of eerie suppression.

Those Cultivators who had originally been unwilling to give up and attempted to fish in troubled waters now all had faces as pale as paper, all color drained away—

Cold sweat poured down like broken strings of pearls, instantly soaking their clothes!

They looked at Emperor Wu Tianba in terror, their eyes filled with extreme fear, as if they had seen a Killing God returned from the Nine Nether Hell!

They also glanced at Jian Xiaotian, whose expression was cold and whose Aura was equally intimidating, looked at the solemn-looking yet incredibly firm Buddhist Son Chengxin, and finally looked at the dozens of fierce, battle-arrayed experts...

This alliance of four forces was simply an airtight iron plate!

Any covetous person who collided with it would only end up smashed to pieces!

It was unknown who took the lead, but their figure retreated quietly like a frightened bird, trying their best to blend into the crowd, fearing to attract even the slightest attention.

Immediately after—like receding seawater.

Those Cultivators who had previously surrounded them with ill intent all scattered and fled at the fastest speed!

Their movements were so fast that it was as if fierce ghosts were chasing them from behind, fearing that if they were half a step too slow, they would be smashed into meat paste by that Martial Emperor who was like a Killing God!

In just a moment, the only people left in the arena were the Qian family, the experts from the two Imperial Dynasties, Buddhist Son Chengxin, and a few truly neutral Cultivators who were purely there to watch the excitement—

Those with ulterior motives had already fled without a trace.

This imminent crisis had actually—temporarily dissipated in such an overbearing, direct, and even bloody manner.

Qian Wanguan breathed a long sigh of relief, his heart that had been hanging high finally settling down a little.

He cupped his hands towards Emperor Wu Tianba and Jian Xiaotian, his tone full of gratitude: "Many thanks to the two Martial Emperors for your righteous intervention; Qian is endlessly grateful."

Emperor Wu Tianba waved his hand, his tone still carrying a bit of roughness, completely unconcerned: "Family Head Qian, spare me this empty talk. Your favor is your favor, but the two of us intervening—"

His gaze was deep, and his heart was clear: "It is for our own considerations."

The strength Chu Changsheng displayed, and the unfathomable Patriarch Tian Yuanzi behind him—were worth the two Imperial Dynasties going all out to befriend.

Jian Xiaotian nodded slightly, his expression a bit more composed than Emperor Wu Tianba's, but his eyes revealed the same approval. Clearly, he was of the same mind as Emperor Wu Tianba.

Buddhist Son Chengxin recited a Buddhist chant, his voice as peaceful as water; he did not judge Emperor Wu Tianba's act of killing, but only said slowly: "Killing one to warn a hundred, ending the conflict, protecting countless living beings from devastation—is also compassion."

Eternal Graveyard. Deathly silent as an abyss. A fishy wind swirled between the craggy graves, carrying the thick, inseparable scent of blood.

On the scattered, broken skeleton bones, the residual warmth and cracks from the battle just now still remained, as if they were still recounting the brutality of a moment ago.

It was unknown how much time had passed. The surviving Cultivators who had curled up behind the giant rocks only then dared, like frightened birds, to poke their heads out from their hiding places bit by bit.

After lingering for a while longer, they tremblingly moved their feet. They were all pale, their clothes tattered like beggars, with undried blood and dust remaining on their faces—in a sorry state.

Everyone looked up in unison, gazing towards the center of the Eternal Graveyard with lingering fear—it no longer looked the same, with only a bottomless giant pit remaining.

The pit walls were smooth as a mirror, lingering with faint energy ripples, as if it were a shocking mark left by supreme power that had forcibly chiseled through the earth.

At the bottom of the pit. Xuanyuan Zhanxian was lying quietly. His eyes were tightly shut, and he was unconscious.

His body was surrounded by a layer of faint emerald-gold glow; that glow was soft yet tough, like an invisible barrier, isolating the deathly stillness and Evil Qi permeating the Eternal Graveyard.

His breath was steady and long, as if he had just fallen into a deep sleep—rather than having just broken free from a life-and-death catastrophe.

The surviving Cultivators looked at each other, their eyes churning with shock, fear, and a trace of bewilderment at surviving the disaster. Their throats felt as if they were blocked by a ball of blood-soaked cotton, unable to make a sound for a long time.

"W-what was that power just now?" A Cultivator's voice trembled, their arm shaking uncontrollably, their eyes filled with unbelievable panic, as if that heaven-destroying and earth-shattering Aura was still lingering in their hearts.

"Such a terrifying Aura..." Another Cultivator's face was as pale as paper, recalling the might that had made heaven and earth lose color just now, and couldn't help but shudder, their teeth chattering: "I felt like my Soul was about to be crushed, even my breathing almost stopped..."

"Was it some hidden great expert who intervened? To be able to disperse such extremely evil things as the Boundless Blood Evil and the Heavenly Evil power!" Someone guessed with a trembling voice, their eyes full of awe, their gaze towards the giant pit carrying the piety of a pilgrimage.

"Xuanyuan Zhanxian... what exactly is his background?" More people locked their gazes on the figure at the bottom of the pit, their exploration mixed with thick wariness: "To be able to attract such a terrifying existence to protect him, and survive from such a desperate situation?"

Low murmurs spread through the Eternal Graveyard like mosquitoes. Yet not a single person dared to take a step, even to approach the giant pit by half a step.

The lingering, faint supreme Aura in this area was like an invisible chasm, deeply branded into everyone's hearts, making them feel awe and fear from their very Souls—they couldn't even muster the courage to approach.

Everything that happened in the Eternal Graveyard today was destined to spread throughout the Cultivation world in countless versions, as if it had grown wings.

The strangeness of the Boundless Blood Evil, the terror of the Heavenly Evil power, the Heaven-Defying nature of the mysterious emerald-gold divine light, the suspected supreme existence that descended... and Xuanyuan Zhanxian, who was at the center of the storm yet miraculously survived.

Every point was enough to set off a huge uproar in the Cultivation world, becoming the fodder for countless Cultivators' after-dinner conversations, or the tremors in their midnight dreams.

And at this moment—the unconscious Xuanyuan Zhanxian's consciousness had sunk into a wondrous realm.

In his perception, he seemed to have transformed into a black and white Yin and Yang fish, swimming freely in the endless Chaos.

The Chaos Qi was like nectar, seeping into his Divine Soul in wisps, nourishing his damaged spiritual consciousness.

The bits of Dao rhyme left by his future self were like a guiding light in the dark night, leading him to touch higher-level Dao Laws.

He greedily absorbed this hard-won nourishment. The spiritual power around his body was like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, crazily circulating and purifying—the originally stagnant cultivation Bottleneck had actually quietly loosened without him knowing.

The barrier of the Golden Core Late Stage had become within reach for the first time.

At the same time. Another part of the Eternal Graveyard. The slaughter had long since entered a white-hot stage.

The sounds of shouting, the clashing of weapons, and the screams before death were intertwined, merging into a bloody tragedy—every note was stained with the price of life.

The group of sons of famous generals led by Second Prince Wu Yuanchen, although all brave and skilled in battle, full of mettle, ultimately could not withstand the fierce impact of Fentian and the others.

The Cultivators brought by Fentian were all cruel and bloodthirsty, their Moves ruthless and heartless, with every strike being a killing Move.

Added to Fentian's own formidable strength, Second Prince Wu Yuanchen's side quickly retreated step by step, collapsing into disarray—suffering heavy casualties.

In the place closest to Second Prince Wu Yuanchen. A two-meter-tall young Cultivator suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood foam, the blood foam carrying a rust-like fishy smell, splashing onto the skeleton bones at his feet.

The armor on his body was already broken beyond repair, revealing wounds beneath that were deep enough to see the bone.

Fresh blood kept gushing out along the wounds, dyeing his tattered armor red, dripping down his trouser legs, and gathering into a small pool of blood on the ground.

He leaned on a broken long spear, the spear tip pointing obliquely at the ground, barely supporting his tottering body.

Every breath pulled at his wounds, bringing heart-piercing pain. His forehead was covered in cold sweat.

Looking at the piles of skeleton bones like mountains in front of him, looking at the companions beside him who had fallen one by one and never stood up again—he suddenly grinned.

His smile carried a bit of tragedy, a bit of relief, and a bit of the clarity of complete enlightenment.

"Damn it, I used to think the old man was senile, just talking nonsense—" His voice was hoarse but firm, his gaze becoming as sharp as an eagle's, flashing with unprecedented light: "Now... I have finally understood completely."

"If I can walk out of here alive, I will definitely listen to the old man—" He gripped the broken spear, every word ringing out clearly: "Go to the frontier to kill the enemy, and protect my Great Wu's mountains and rivers!"