Wuyuan’s final kick drove Hasa into the ground.
He was covered in wounds, not a single piece of flesh intact on his body, but he had won.
The burning Dao fruit was extinguished. Wuyuan looked at the golden Dao Palace on the horizon and sighed deeply.
“You lost, Hasa, and your Sky-Slaying clan also lost…”
Hasa’s eyes widened. His time was also running out. He wanted to say something, but he no longer had the strength to speak.
He could only watch his life come to an end with immense unwillingness.
Wuyuan did not experience an epiphany in his final moments like Bai Hong.
Furthermore, because he had burned his Dao fruit to fight, his cultivation had now dropped to that of an ordinary Immortal-level expert.
He had been a half-step Immortal King, but after this battle, he would no longer have the qualification to advance to Immortal King.
To say he regretted it, of course, he did a little.
A cultivator’s life was a constant pursuit of higher realms, longevity, power, and strength. This was the driving force behind their continuous cultivation.
But now, he had lost his future. However, this could be considered atonement for his past mistakes.
When the Immortal King returned, he helped Bai Hong reorganize the cultivator alliance. Given Wuyuan’s transgressions, he should have been executed. However, that Immortal King deemed his strength considerable and necessary for the battlefield, so he was spared.
In the end, not a single member of the Sky-Slaying clan remained in the entire world.
It could be said that they had achieved a perfect victory.
Compared to many worlds invaded by the Sky-Slaying clan, the human cultivators of this world were undoubtedly fortunate. Fortunately, they were chosen by Chu Yang as a training ground for Luo Xiaowei and the others.
Otherwise, with the original development trend, this world would have been in imminent peril under the onslaught of the Sky-Slaying clan.
After the battle concluded, Li Qingyun and the others, witnessing all the cultivators cheering joyfully, also wore smiles of relief.
Wang Teng wept. As the most reckless member of the Ice Sword Mercenary Group, he, uncharacteristically, shed tears.
He was reminded of the tragedy in the thirteenth Immortal Cultivation World. If only they could have won as well.
The despair experienced by the Sky-Slaying clan today was the same despair that humanity in the “Kingdom of Hope” had experienced in their final moments.
The others patted Wang Teng on the shoulder to comfort him. The wheels of history had turned, and there was no going back. They could not change history.
They could only rely on their own meager strength to influence world after world, then return to Blue Star to protect their own world.
They could save these immortal cultivation worlds attacked by the Sky-Slaying clan, but the crisis on Blue Star could only be resolved by themselves.
“Shall we go back now?”
“Should we attend this victory banquet?”
Luo Xiaowei shook his head and sighed, “Perhaps it’s best not to. We are, after all, outsiders…”
But at this moment, a radiant figure instantly appeared beside them.
“What are you saying, Commander Luo? What do you mean you are outsiders? You have made such great contributions to us. To sneak away secretly, I absolutely cannot agree!”
Seeing Bai Hong approach, everyone cupped their fists in congratulations.
“Congratulations, Alliance Leader Bai, on your promotion to Immortal King!”
“Indeed, Alliance Leader Bai, can you now intervene in your Immortal Kings’ battlefield?”
“Congratulations, congratulations…”
Bai Hong waved his hands, quickly saying, “No, no, no. I was merely fortunate. All of this is thanks to you. We can talk about the battle in a few days, but I absolutely cannot agree to you leaving without saying goodbye and burying your merits.”
“Uh… actually, we are not good at saying goodbye, nor are we good at saying inspiring words, so leaving quietly is the best option.”
Bai Hong glared at Luo Xiaowei, “Nonsense! If you leave now, wouldn’t it seem like the cultivators of our world have no regard for human decency? You must attend the victory banquet tomorrow. Moreover, the Mercenary Alliance is an organization you founded. Don’t you want to say something to your little fans? Leaving without saying goodbye is irresponsible. Even if it is to be disbanded, it should be disbanded by your own hands.”
Everyone exchanged glances. They wanted to sneak away precisely to avoid all this.
After Bai Hong’s earnest persuasion, the group finally agreed to attend the victory banquet they were hosting.
They had waited over a hundred years for this victory, nearly a hundred and sixty years.
This was a hard-won victory, belonging to all humanity in this world.
Li Qingyun asked Bai Hong doubtfully, “Actually, we haven’t completely won. The battles at the Immortal King level and above haven’t ended yet, have they? Isn’t it a bit too early to hold a victory banquet?”
Bai Hong laughed heartily and said, “We have already influenced the battles above. If nothing unexpected happens, our Immortal Emperors and Immortal Kings will surely achieve victory!”
“Oh? How so?”
Everyone leaned in curiously. In fact, they had done everything they possibly could. They had no chance of winning against the ninth-realm Sky-Slaying clan members.
Even if Li Qingyun cast ten [Desolate Curses], it would not have much impact on them, let alone allow him to kill them by surpassing his level.
Bai Hong cleared his throat and explained, “Actually, a single Sky-Slaying clan Supreme could annihilate all of humanity in our world. Their power is terrifyingly immense. In that case, a war would simply depend on the outcome of these top-tier combatants, wouldn’t it?”
“Is there anything else?”
Bai Nianchen thoughtfully observed the changes in the world. As a congenital Dao body, he was very sensitive to the world’s transformations.
“Is it luck?”
Bai Hong looked at Bai Nianchen in surprise and said, “Daoist Master, you are impressive. Yes, it is a matter of luck!”
Everyone stroked their chins, lost in thought.
They were not unfamiliar with the concept of luck. They had all seen the manifestation of the entire Blue Star’s luck, which was Chu Yang’s [Human Emperor Cauldron].
“Immortal Emperor level battles, unless one is a peerless prodigy, are very difficult to distinguish between the two! Just as you see now, it has been a hundred and sixty years since the Immortal Emperors began their battle, and they still haven’t reached a conclusion.”
“And to break this balance, one needs a power that they cannot control to influence themselves, and that is racial destiny!”
“Racial destiny?”
“That’s right. The struggle for destiny originates from us ordinary, insignificant cultivators! Including all races called humans in the entire world, our battle with the Sky-Slaying clan is a struggle for destiny. And when we win, the destiny belonging to the Sky-Slaying clan is plundered by us.”
“This will feed back to our Immortal Kings and Immortal Emperors. They have broken the balance, and it is not difficult to achieve victory.”