Chapter 1552: Won
asn't immediately triggering the backup on Emperor's Remains either. He was quietly waiting, patiently awaiting the perfect opportunity to surprise the Lord of Ten Thousand Races.“The White Emperor ha...The armies of the Four Great Empires, like a receding tide, had departed. The fierce battles that raged on the battlefield between the two worlds for so long were finally coming to an end.
Many monks were dazed and for a long time couldn't react.
But the next moment.
Then a monk exclaimed in surprise.
"I survived!"
"The Underworld army has retreated, this battle we have finally won!"
“Hahaha, we won, we all won...”
Some cultivators were overjoyed, some laughed out loud, but most others cried tears of joy as they laughed.
We won!
But this battle was also won at a heavy cost.
After almost two months of war, all the cultivators felt as if they were living in a dream.
This battle.
Many powerful beings from various races perished, and even the gods suffered heavy losses.
Moreover, many sects and factions perished in this war.
That can be said.
This battle.
Although You Ming retreated his troops, the heavens also suffered heavy losses.
This battle wasn't a win, it was more of a draw where both sides suffered losses.
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"It's over!"
The Heavenly Mandate God Emperor held the right hand of the Heavenly Emperor Cauldron, which was trembling slightly.
Though he was the God Emperor and had guarded the Vast Universe for many years, fighting countless battles with celestial demons, he was already accustomed to the scenes of life and death.
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However.
Compared to this battle with the Netherworld, past battles against heavenly demons were nothing short of child's play.
After all, in past battles between the Jinggu Temple and the Heavenly Demon, most were fought in a state of mutual attrition.
The demon king dispatched cultivators to attack the Taixu realm, which would at least give the Divine Palace a chance to catch its breath.
But this battle.
The Netherworld gave no quarter to the heavenly realms.
For over a month, the endless fighting had taken its toll. Even the Heavenly Mandate Emperor had lost count of how many Underworld Cultivators he had slain.
It could be ten thousand!
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It could also be millions!
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Even more is possible.
Looking back at the Zhu Feng Divine Clan, their divine master suffered heavy losses, and the clan's cultivators also suffered significant casualties.
During its heyday, the Zhu Feng Divine Clan had no less than billions of cultivators. However, now, there are less than three million cultivators left in the Zhu Feng Divine Clan.
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Not bad.
That's less than three million.
There's no way.
Among the myriad cultivators of the Zhu Feng Divine Clan, most are at the Divine Realm or below.
But because the Zhu Feng Divine Clan has always guarded the Heavenly Barriers, when the Netherworld invaded, the Zhu Feng Divine Clan had to pour all its strength into resisting at the front line.
Even cultivators who are not yet at their full potential must still step onto the battlefield.
Only then.
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Only then can the sins of the betrayals committed by the Divine Sovereign be offset.
Looking back at the Zhu Feng Divine Clan now, almost all cultivators below the divine realm have been lost, leaving only a very small number of cultivators who can barely survive.
Even with the heart of a Heavenly Mandate Emperor, one couldn't help but feel a tinge of sorrow at this level of brutality.
Almost.
The Zhu Feng Divine Clan was about to be exterminated.
"Emperor, what should we do now!"
The Phoenix Empress ascended to the sky. The emperor of this Zhu Feng clan, once so aloof, now bore in his eyes an unmistakable weariness and sorrow.
Even if the Phoenix Emperor truly didn't care about the lives and deaths of ordinary cultivators, so many cultivators from various races had fallen, their racial luck was mourning. As the emperor of a race, he naturally empathized with them.
And.
In this battle, the Zhu Feng Divine Clan suffered heavy losses.
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Even the Phoenix Emperor himself was nearly defeated on the battlefield.
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Three of the Four Great Saint Masters have fallen.
At present, among the Zhu Feng Divine Clan, there are only three remaining who can enter the ranks of top-tier divine masters.
The first is Fenghuang herself, the second is the Divine Yang Saint Master, and the third is Feng Jiutian.
The great Zhu Feng Divine Clan.
Only these three top-tier divine masters remain.
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The Heavenly Mandate Emperor took a deep breath, his voice raspy: "The retreat of the Four Great Empires is only temporary. Something must have happened in the Netherworld to cause the Chaotic Imperial Dynasty to withdraw at such a cost."
But the Netherworld could always return at any moment, and we must remain vigilant!
On hearing this.
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The Phoenix Emperor's heart sank slightly.
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He understood that the Heavenly Mandate Divine Emperor was speaking the truth.
But with the current resources of the Zhu Feng divine clan, if they were to experience another war like that one, whether they could preserve their bloodline and continue it is a question.
This battle pretty much crippled the entire Zhu Feng Divine Race.
The Heavenly Mandate God Emperor said: "Although our clan has suffered heavy losses, it is not without any benefits. The more than 2 million cultivators who survived this battle are enough to prove that their foundation and fortune are not bad."
Moreover, slaying Netherworld cultivators can also bring about various celestial phenomena.
Now, all we need to do is use all our resources to cultivate these cultivators. With them, I believe it will be much easier for us to recover our strength in the future."
> Think on the positive side.
This battle completely eliminated all the mediocre and ordinary cultivators.
Less than three million cultivators are the elite of the entire Zhu Feng Divine Clan.
This is the truly elite.
Even though many of the cultivators among them were below the God Realm, their ability to survive such a war speaks volumes about their extraordinary nature.
With such talent, just a little cultivation, and their future achievements will be remarkable.
Whether or not one can attain the status of a god-king remains to be seen. However, given the current dire situation threatening all heavens, becoming a god-king should certainly be within reach.
Of course.
There is also a prerequisite, that is, there must be enough carrying capacity.
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If there were no load-bearing objects, it would be impossible to promote all these millions of cultivators to the God King realm.
But no matter what.
As long as the Zhu Feng Divine Clan can cultivate this batch of cultivators well, their strength may not weaken by much.
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When the Zhu Feng Divine Clan was tallying their losses, other races and sects were also doing the same.
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On the city walls of Heaven's Gate, corpses piled up into mountains.
Fresh blood flowed down, adding a few more points of bloodshed and killing intent to the city walls.
"What were the casualties of this battle!"
The python emperor spoke wearily.
Before him lay the ancient purple python’s corpse, its body stretched out lifelessly. This was the remains of Ziyun Fengqian.
The ancient God King of the Ziyun Clan ultimately fell in this battle, to be precise, he perished at the hands of a Netherworld God Master.
If it weren't for Ziyun Fengqian sacrificing herself at a critical moment, Mang Huang wouldn't have had the chance to kill that Netherworld God Master.
Behind him.
Ziyunluo also looked at Ziyunfengqian's corpse with complex eyes, then slowly said: "This battle, our clan sent 200,000 cultivators to participate, and 190,300 fell..."
"Hehehe, a fall of 190,300—"
The Python Emperor smiled abruptly, his smile filled with bitterness.
In this battle, the cultivators of the Ziyun clan participating were at least at the level of the Shenjing realm.
As a clan, being able to contribute 200,000 Divine Realms is practically emptying the entire race's reserves.
Now.
Twenty million gods perished in battle, with only 19,000 surviving. Of those who entered the battlefield, only seven thousand remained alive, demonstrating the sheer brutality of the conflict.
After this battle, the power of the Ziyun clan directly plummeted to rock bottom.
And don't even mention it.
The fall of Ziyun Fengqian resulted in the loss of a half-step Divine Lord for the Ziyun clan.
A long time passed.
The Python Emperor suppressed the emotions in his heart and said in a low voice, "All the corpses of the fallen cultivators should be brought back to the clan for burial, not a single one should be left behind."
In addition, for the cultivators who survived this battle, the clan should not be stingy with rewards. Allow them to break through their original realms as much as possible.
Although the Four Great Empires have retreated this time, the gates of the Underworld Sect remain.
No one knows when the Netherworld will raise its armies again. If the Ziyun clan wishes to preserve its legacy, it must do everything in its power to enhance its strength!
"As Your Majesty commanded!"
Ziyun Luo took a deep breath and, rarely, bowed.
Looking at the other party, the King of Pythons remained expressionless: "This king observes that Master Luo Zong is now in a state of great fortune. It seems that this battle will result in the killing of many Nether cultivators."
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"If Luo Sect Master breaks through in seclusion, how long do you predict it will take him to become a Divine Lord"
"At the shortest, three years; at the longest, ten years, I shall surely attain enlightenment!"
With a confident expression, Ziyun Luo replied in a loud voice that echoed through the room.
The Python Emperor nodded. "Good, from now on, Lord Luo will focus on breaking through to the Divine Master realm. Perhaps this battle truly is a chance for our clan."
Although many cultivators perished, those who survived were all blessed by the heavens.
"...only by concentrating on cultivation and breaking through can we perhaps make our clan's strength even stronger…"
Promotion to the God Clan!
This is the only wild ambition the Python Emperor has now.
Not only is Ziyunluo confident of breaking through within ten years, even the Python Emperor himself is confident of attaining enlightenment within ten years.
Not until this time.
Only then did the King of Serpents truly understand what it meant to have danger and opportunity coexist.
The coming of the four great imperial armies numbering trillions is a terrifying test for all celestial races.
If the Four Great Empires eventually breach the Heavenly Barriers, then all celestial races will be completely annihilated, with the possibility of every species being wiped out.
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However.
The withdrawal of the Four Great Empires also brought significant benefits to all tribes.
Not to mention the resources granted by the Imperial Shrine and the various divine clans, just the heavenly gifts obtained from slaying Netherworld cultivators is an unimaginable opportunity.
Even if one's natural talent is average, as long as they can survive this battle, there will be opportunities for further advancement.
The deity ascended to the position of God King.
The God King ascended to become the Divine Master.
Even the promotion of a god master to a god king is possible.
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Just like the Ziyun clan today, barring any unforeseen circumstances, at least two Divine Masters will be born within a decade, allowing the Ziyun clan to officially ascend to become the Ziyun Divine Clan.
As for the other cultivators, needless to say.
This is what is meant by fate.
I just want to get this opportunity, the price I paid is not ordinary.
on the city wall.
A vast amount of heaven and earth spiritual energy converges here.
A terrifying spiritual force formed a hurricane, a vast blue river swept through the void and finally landed on one person.
When they saw his figure, all the cultivators’ eyes showed a look of awe.
For the person was none other than the current headmaster of Tiānzōng, Shen Chángqīng!
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If it is said that this battle, all heavens and myriad races could support for so long, always preventing the Netherworld from truly breaking through the barriers of the heavens, the main reason lies with the other party.
But for Shen Changqing nearly wiping out the Underworld Emperor and slaying numerous God Kings and God Lords, he would have severely curbed the power of the Underworld.
With the Four Great Emperors deploying their power, it's absolutely impossible for the heavens to withstand them until they retreat.
Don't say it's been resisting for a month, even if it were half a month, Heaven itself might not be able to hold on.
That can be said.
In this battle, Shen Changqing's invincible figure had been deeply imprinted in the minds of all cultivators.
In terms of prestige, he even surpassed the former Emperor of the Upper Firmament.u have other text you'd like me to translate!By then, if the Ziyun clan truly faced a situation of rivers of blood, there would be no other way.Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to...