331: Take it one step at a time

The newcomer was a female Star Soul Clan Cultivator; like Ling Peng, she was a prisoner of war.

At this moment, they were in a camp for holding prisoners of war.

This camp was equipped with many ingenious Human Race Formations that could significantly suppress Star Soul Clan abilities. It was also managed by dedicated personnel and served as a designated detention point for prisoners of war.

Barring any accidents, they would have to spend a long time here.

The female Cultivator left after explaining the regulations of the prisoner of war camp.

"Even as a prisoner of war, I have to work for others?"

"This is truly ridiculous."

Prisoners of war were not idle every day; they had to serve as free labor for the Human Race, driven by others to perform various menial tasks.

However, the corners of Ling Peng's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a faint, disdainful smile.

He thought to himself: as a dignified Transmigrator with a System, how could this small prisoner of war camp trap him for long!

"Three months, at most three months."

"I, Ling Peng, will surely be able to escape this place!"

Time flew by like a white horse passing through a gap.

In the blink of an eye, three months had passed.

Tianliu City, the Star Soul Clan Cultivator camp.

Inside the main tent of the Tianxing Martial Pavilion, the atmosphere was solemn.

"Elder Hu, has the Human Race truly retreated?"

A cold voice rang out; the person asking was none other than Su Meichen.

"Reporting to Pavilion Master, the Human Race Cultivators have already withdrawn their troops, and the army is slowly moving toward the rear."

The person reporting from below answered respectfully; she was a female Elder of the Tianxing Martial Pavilion and a close personal friend of Su Meichen.

"Mm, I understand."

To her, these short three months felt like an eternity, leaving her physically and mentally exhausted.

When she first arrived at Tianliu City, she had lost two Personal Disciples.

Her third Disciple unfortunately perished in a fierce battle, and their Divine Soul even collapsed.

Her fifth Disciple, whom she had high hopes for, was defeated by a Human Race Prodigy less than an hour after showing off in public and became a captive.

She had tried to rescue him many times, but all ended in failure.

After the high-level Cultivators of the Human Race and Star Soul Clan clashed, the war between the two races briefly eased for about ten days.

If they had taken this opportunity to restore peace, they could have used resources to ransom the captives.

Alas, the good times did not last. The flames of war soon spread again, and the border regions between the two races were once more engulfed in full-scale combat.

Since then, Nascent Soul Realm experts from the Human Race and Star Power Great Experts from the Star Soul Clan frequently took to the field, which became a normal part of the war.

The scale of the war grew larger, and more and more large and small forces from both races entered the fray.

During the three months of assisting in the defense of Tianliu City, the Tianxing Martial Pavilion lost more than half of its Disciples and two Elders.

Fortunately, the recuperation period specified by the Star River Sect had arrived. They could finally return to the Sect and rotate out with another group of Disciples and Elders.

"Pass the order! All Disciples of the Tianxing Martial Pavilion are to return to the Sect immediately!"

"Yes!" everyone in the tent responded in unison.

After traveling for some time, they finally returned to the familiar Tianxing Martial Pavilion.

After burying the fallen Disciples and completing the handover with the rotating Disciples, Su Meichen returned to the Spirit Peak of the Pavilion Master's lineage.

She paced slowly through the Spirit Peak, looking at those two empty courtyards, her heart filled with melancholy.

"Sigh, I wonder how that wicked Disciple is doing now."

Having said that, Su Meichen shook her head slightly, a hint of unavoidable concern showing in her eyes.

"He hasn't even returned my life-saving Magical Artifact yet..."

...The many Human Race forces besieging Tianliu City each broke camp and retreated, heading to new locations to assemble according to the latest orders.

"Little Sister, where are we going now?"

"Little Sister, I heard you are the Young Tower Master of your Sect, the Tianxuan Dao Tower, and have a noble status."

"Little Sister, why aren't you speaking?"

"Little Sister, boohoo..."

Su Meichen circulated her Cultivation Technique and blocked the other's non-stop chatter, only then feeling a sense of quiet.

As it happened, it was also time for their Tianxuan Dao Tower's current batch of Disciples to rotate, and their destination was within Human Race territory!

Although they weren't told the specific destination, as the group moved forward, Ling Peng and the Star Soul Clan prisoners also gradually understood where they were going.

"Sigh, I can only take it one step at a time."

...The war between the Human Race and the Star Soul Clan continued, and both sides gradually became bloodthirsty.

Finally, nearly a year after the war began, the first Human Race Nascent Soul Realm Cultivator fell!

Shortly thereafter, the Human Race launched a powerful retaliation, and the first Star Soul Clan Star Power Great Expert fell!

One stone stirred up a thousand waves!

The high-level Cultivator circles of both the humans and the Star Soul Clan completely exploded!

Originally, there were many forces within both races that wanted a ceasefire, but how could those who were used to the hard life of Cultivators and those forces secretly instigating the war agree?

Some crazed Core Formation and Star Core Realm Cultivators from both races even secretly infiltrated each other's territories, slaughtering low-level Cultivators and Mortals on a large scale.

Countless small cultivation Schools and forces were wiped out overnight, leaving only broken walls and bodies that had not yet cooled.

"The Human Race/Star Soul Clan is simply going too far!"

"Revenge! Revenge! Revenge!"

Not only in the high-level Cultivator circles, but there was also a public outcry among low-level Cultivators, with calls for war rising one after another.

At this point, peace was no longer possible in the short term.

Within Human Race territory, Wang Wentong descended on his sword. Seeing the tragic scene of flesh and blood flying before him, he couldn't help but frown deeply.

In the small town, men, women, and children were all dead, and the aura of Star Soul Clan Cultivators had been deliberately created.

He had originally intended to go to a force named the Shenyuan Dao Sect to find his lover and express his longing, but he didn't expect to stumble upon such a scene here.

Wang Wentong stared fixedly at the unfamiliar Cultivator ahead. "Who are you! Why are you slaughtering everyone?"

However, that Cultivator did not reply and suddenly attacked.

This Cultivator was very strong, possessing an Early Stage Core Formation cultivation.

But he, Wang Wentong, was not weak either; he was an outstanding young man with well-rounded development in ethics, intellect, physique, aesthetics, and labor. He also had a System and was also at the Early Stage Core Formation.

Performing hand seals, a long spear appeared in his hand.

"Fight!"

After a fierce battle, a full half-day had passed. The already dilapidated town became even more ruined because of the fight between the two.

The result of the battle went without saying: Wang Wentong's clothes were slightly dirty, while the opponent was on the verge of death.

Wang Wentong did not strike the killing blow; he wanted to capture the opponent alive to find out which force they belonged to and why they were masquerading as Star Soul Clan Cultivators to slaughter Mortals.

But the dying opponent only let out a burst of eerie laughter. Before the laughter faded, the spiritual energy around his body began to turn chaotic; he was actually going to self-detonate on the spot.

Wang Wentong's expression changed drastically, and he quickly used a movement technique to retreat rapidly.

With a loud "boom," a powerful airwave surged up, overturning everything around it as dust billowed.

Wang Wentong stood outside the impact of the self-detonation, his clothes fluttering. His heart was full of doubt.

Ordinary Cultivators would not easily self-detonate even if they were at a dead end; after all, the end of one's path in death is a conclusion that no Cultivator is willing to face.

When the dust settled slightly, Wang Wentong walked closer to check, only to be startled to find no trace of even a sliver of the Cultivator's soul.

"Strange, the Divine Soul of someone who self-detonates shouldn't disappear so cleanly. There isn't even a trace of their aura left."

Wang Wentong muttered to himself. Having searched and found no clues, he could only helplessly return to his Sect first to prioritize reporting this matter.

Meanwhile, in the Human Race's Shenyuan Dao Domain.

Inside the overlord-level force, the Shenyuan Dao Sect.

Ying Lan Qizou seemed to sense something and looked up toward the distance.

"Husband, what's wrong?"

A stunningly beautiful woman beside him noticed his abnormality and asked softly.

"Ying Long Qianfeng is dead..."