236: Chapter 235 The Dust Settles

Since the decision had been made, Elder Wuhuan no longer hesitated.

He waved his hand, and the massive bronze flying ship moved in response, landing beneath his and the black-armored old woman's feet.

"Let's go! We'll stay with an old friend of mine for a while first!"

The two stepped onto the bow, and Elder Wuhuan took one last look at the "corpses" scattered across the five battle platforms, his eyes filled with unwillingness.

He gritted his teeth, and in the end, could only shout hatefully.

"Go!"

The bronze flying ship suddenly accelerated, its hull turning into a grey-blue rainbow that tore through the sky and sped away from this world.

The wind stopped, and the clouds dispersed.

The aura of the alien race that had oppressed the entire world for so long finally receded like a tide as the bronze flying ship departed.

However, the very moment the bronze flying ship disappeared at the edge of the horizon.

On the five battle platforms.

Those five alien "corpses" moved almost simultaneously.

The five aliens stood up at the same time, looking at each other from across the distance, their eyes filled with complexity.

They had survived.

In a situation that should have been certain death, they had survived.

And all of this was because of that sound transmission.

The five pairs of eyes turned in unison toward the figure in black standing with hands behind his back on the No. 3 battle platform.

One of the alien youths hesitated for a moment before speaking first.

"This time… thank you."

When he said these words, a strange feeling surged within him.

A moment ago, he was still a mortal enemy of the Human Race, an alien Prodigy who had stepped onto the battle platform with a heart ready to die.

But now, he was standing here, thanking a youth of the Human Race.

The absurdity of fate could be nothing more than this.

Xia Jin heard this, and the smile on his lips deepened slightly.

"There is no need to thank me; this time, it was merely mutual benefit for both sides."

These few short words, spoken lightly, were just right.

This attitude, in turn, caused the last shred of awkwardness in the hearts of the five alien Prodigies to dissipate significantly.

"Until we meet again. Let's go!"

One of the alien youths glanced at Xia Jin, then nodded at his companions.

His figure soared into the air, turning into a stream of light as he flew toward the distance.

Seeing this, the other four followed closely behind, and they soon disappeared from the sight of Xia Jin and the others.

Second Hall Master Zhan Tiangang stood with his hands behind his back, watching the direction in which the five figures had vanished.

His brows furrowed slightly, his palm slowly clenching and then slowly relaxing, repeating this three times.

He was hesitating.

With his cultivation level, if he were to strike now, not one of those five alien Prodigies would be able to escape.

With a wave of his hand, he could make them truly "die," rather than just putting on a show as they had moments before.

His gaze turned to Xia Jin without revealing anything.

Seeing that the other party still had no reaction, in the end, that clenched palm finally relaxed completely.

He restrained himself.

"Forget it. Since Xia Jin has no intention of keeping them, let them go."

However, after those aliens had left, Second Hall Master still walked over to Xia Jin's side.

His gaze was calm, revealing no joy or anger, as he asked indifferently: "Why did you not keep them?"

Xia Jin turned around, meeting Second Hall Master's gaze directly.

His expression held no trace of panic, nor was there any intent to curry favor; he simply cupped his hands calmly and said: "Second Hall Master, you should also be clear that these few alien Prodigies pose no threat to our Divine Hall or to our Human Race."

"Rather than killing them, it is better to leave them alive."

"From now on, these people can only hide their identities, flee and hide, and struggle to survive in the cracks of this world."

"And precisely because of this, they might become our eyes and ears in the future."

"Information about the movements of the alien race is sometimes much clearer when obtained from the inside than when we try to gather it from the outside."

Xia Jin finished speaking, and looked at the other party with a smile.

Second Hall Master was silent for a moment, then finally nodded, seemingly agreeing with Xia Jin's reasoning.

Fifth Hall Master also walked over at this moment, looking Xia Jin up and down before heavily patting his shoulder: "Good lad! You have both courage and insight, much stronger than I, your Fifth Hall Master, was when I was young! You deserve much of the credit for us being able to achieve such a perfect and great victory this time!!"

"Fifth Hall Master, you flatter me." Xia Jin smiled modestly.

"Junior Brother Xia!" A deep voice rang out from behind.

Xia Jin turned around and saw Marquis Chu walking over with long, swift strides.

"Hahahaha!" Marquis Chu's laughter arrived before he did.

He rushed in front of Xia Jin in a few strides, and without a word, slapped a palm the size of a cattail fan directly onto Xia Jin's shoulder, "Smack!"

This slap landed solidly; Xia Jin's shoulder sank slightly, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

"Junior Brother Xia! We really owe it all to you this time! If not for your schemes, even if we had won today's battle, I fear we would have suffered heavy losses!"

As he spoke, he turned to look at Yang Qingxuan and the others behind him.

"Junior Brother Xia, Boss Chu is right! If not for you this time, even if we had all given our all, we might not have been able to get the better of this group of aliens!" Yang Qingxuan nodded and gave Xia Jin a thumbs up.

"Junior Brother Xia, I'm convinced; this time, I, Fourth Senior Brother, am truly convinced!"

Fourth Senior Brother sheathed his butcher's knife back at his waist, then squeezed in front of Xia Jin, looking at him with a face full of smiles, "This time you have really led us to bring glory to the Divine Hall! Hahahaha!"

Everyone chimed in, their laughter rising and falling, sweeping away the murderous atmosphere from the earlier battle.

"Alright, alright!!" The Drunkard wore a look of utter satisfaction; his usually half-closed, drunken eyes were unusually wide open now, glowing with a burning light.

"What's the point of everyone standing here talking endlessly?"

The Drunkard walked to the center of the crowd and raised the wine gourd in his hand above his head.

"Let's go! Tonight is the victory banquet, we won't stop until we're drunk!"

… Meanwhile, on the Dongxuan Continent.

At the entrance of an ordinary village.

A little girl with pigtails shouted to the man holding her: "Daddy! Daddy! Look! The auspicious sign you mentioned earlier is gone!!"

The man stared at the sky for a long time, and a thin layer of mist suddenly welled up in his eyes.

Then, he let out a long, long sigh of relief.

"Yes. This 'auspicious sign' that is seen once in a century… has finally disappeared."

"Tonight, we can finally have a peaceful sleep."

The little girl nodded, seemingly understanding yet not quite; although she didn't quite understand why her daddy was suddenly so happy, seeing him smile made her smile along with him.

Great Xia Imperial Palace.

Outside Jin Wang Palace, two beautiful figures stood side by side; Leng Yuexi and Su Xuanji had been watching the sky the whole time.

Watching the blood-red color in the sky that was dissipating.

Leng Yuexi and Su Xuanji withdrew their gazes almost simultaneously.

Then, they looked at each other.

At that moment, a thousand words were contained within that single glance.

"It seems…" Leng Yuexi began, her voice trembling slightly, yet filled with the relief of having survived a catastrophe, "this means my husband has won, and this World-Ending Catastrophe has been safely averted!!"

The moment she said these words, her whole body seemed to go limp.