With the complete retreat of the Daoling tribe, the gray tide of chaos also disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

The last bright red afterglow faded from the horizon, and the deep night gradually enveloped this bloody land, hiding the tragic corpses.

Except for a few cultivators who are still cleaning the battlefield, most people have returned to Shenyuan City and are staying in their respective stations.

The camp was very quiet, without much celebration or joy. There were only cultivators who were counting the battles and hurried back and forth, summarizing them layer by layer.

Continuous wars have long made everyone numb. Even if they have temporarily won the victory and defeated the Dao Ling army, no one knows when they will come back again, and it will definitely be an even more brutal battle.

What's more, their heavy injuries also made them lose the energy to celebrate, and they just leaned on the wall or pillar, as silent as puppets.

They were so tired that many of them fell asleep before even taking the healing elixir.

But when the team of cultivators carrying the heavy sarcophagus passed by, the exhausted people could not help but raise their eyes and silently watch them go away.

This long procession passed through one camp after another and arrived at the underground cemetery of Shenyuan City. The cultivators worked in pairs, one person placed the sarcophagus, and the other was responsible for erecting the stele and carving the words.

When the final battle report is compiled and completed, new tombstones will be added to Baigu Star's back hill cemetery.

In front of a dark stone tablet, a pale and slender hand gently crossed the cold surface of the tablet, leaving a series of straight and powerful handwriting.

Dan Xiaoxiao's Tomb.

The owner of the hand paused slightly and stopped at the last stroke. He did not move for a long time. Finally, he seemed to not know how to continue and slowly left the monument.

She heard the footsteps coming from behind, so she said to herself: "Maybe he himself doesn't know how to evaluate this life."

"He doesn't care about anyone's evaluation either." The man was silent for a moment and then replied.

The woman in red, whose face was as pale as paper, turned around and looked at Yu Ling, who came alone, with a slightly complicated expression: "Yes, he has always been... doing what he thinks he should do."

Yu Ling didn't respond because he couldn't tell for a moment who Murong Xin'er was referring to with his words.

After a brief silence, Murong Xin'er rubbed the rough edges of the stone tablet, lowered her head slightly and said, "There is something that I have to tell you after much thought."

Yu Ling nodded lightly and waited for her next words.

"Murong Lianbing, he wanted to destroy the formation hub of Shenyuan City before. According to what he said, it was because of Murong Ke, but I know that this was just an excuse for him to escape."

"Dan Xiaoxiao killed him, so...others just thought he died on the battlefield."

Murong Xin'er would pause every time she spoke a few words, as if these words required a lot of energy from her.

"Many things are clearly their own fault, and even make people feel ridiculous, but I can't laugh."

"I just feel a little tired."

She leaned on the tombstone and slowly sat on the ground, not looking at Yu Ling again.

Yu Ling looked at her bloodless side face and couldn't tell what she was feeling. He could only pretend not to understand the meaning of Murong Xin'er's words, and lowered his voice and said: "Then... take a good rest.

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"It's no longer necessary." Murong Xin'er looked at the dense tombstones in front of them and the figures carrying sarcophagi one after another. They were isolated in another world and could not see the two people here at all.

"My cultivation has been exhausted. If it weren't for the maintenance of the poison of Tao, I wouldn't even be able to sit here and say these words to you."

Murong Xin'er's voice was a little erratic: "As long as I still have the cultivation of breaking the mystery and the blood coagulation realm, I will continue to fight until this war is over, but now, it is really... unnecessary."

Yu Ling opened her mouth slightly, but in the end it just turned into a sigh.

When he came here and saw Murong Xin'er's back in front of the tombstone, he had already guessed her choice.

But he had no qualifications and no reason to stop her.

Because at this moment, she has nothing left.

When the things you carry are too heavy, when you lose the value of your existence...

Death has become the best relief.

"I heard from Sect Master Zhao that after a person dies, his spirit will wander in the Netherworld River until he enters a new reincarnation, right?" Murong Xin'er asked in a daze.

"yes."

"That's good." Murong Xin'er murmured.

"However, the Netherworld Platform in the Demon Suppressing Tower is about to be built. At that time, with the blessing of the ancestor of Tiancai, I will cut off the Netherworld River so that the souls that have been imprinted in advance will not enter the Netherworld, but will be temporarily stored in the Netherworld Platform. By retaining most of the memories of your lifetime, and then using the Shan clan's method of condensing energy and transforming into form, you can regain your life." Yu Ling said.

Murong Xin'er shook her head: "Forget it, as far as I'm concerned...it's best to forget these things."

"Then, what do you want to be like after reincarnation?" Yu Ling asked.

"It doesn't matter, as long as I can be more free, that's fine." Murong Xin'er said softly.

"Perhaps, this is also his hope." Yu Ling looked at the dark black sarcophagus in front of him.

"Who doesn't want to be free?"

Murong Xin'er closed her eyes, her expression was peaceful, but her voice became weaker and weaker: "I'm sorry, I want to stay alone for a while."

"good."

Yu Ling simply responded, and after a brief silence, he turned around and left slowly, never stopping again.

Only the woman in red was left leaning against the stone tablet. Her blood-stained robe was as bright as fire, but her expression was as calm as ever.

A lifetime of ups and downs is like a dream.

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The cold night is driven away by the dim light, and no matter how long the dream is, it will eventually come to an end.

Fang Zijin woke up from endless fatigue and subconsciously wanted to stand up, but he gasped in pain.

Although he was lucky enough to save a life in the bloody battle, as a seriously injured person and without the abnormal recovery ability of a warrior, his whole body was covered with plasters and clean white cloth at the moment, and he could not withstand excessive movements.

The only thing Fang Zijin could do was to lie on the spot like a zombie. He reluctantly turned his head and looked next to him. As far as he could see, he saw row after row of wounded and sick people lying on the ground.

"Oh, Yan Suiyue, your kid is not dead."

Finally, Fang Zijin saw a familiar figure not far away, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he greeted in a hoarse voice.

The words were obviously full of surprises, but for some reason, coming from Fang Zijin's mouth, they were full of the meaning of wanting to be beaten.

"Who is it? Is it my senior brother who is so indebted?"

Yan Suiyue immediately raised half of her body and looked around. It took her a long time to locate Fang Zijin, who was wrapped like a mummy.

"Hey, don't move, lie down quickly." Fang Zijin was so anxious that he didn't even bother to argue with him, so he said hurriedly.

"It's just a minor injury. Senior brother, have you forgotten that I am a Vajra realm warrior, and I can withstand beatings better than you." Yan Suiyue grunted nonchalantly, but lay back with a distorted expression.

"You can do what you can! By the way, why are there so few people around here? I see that the seats next to me are empty. Where are they?" Fang Zijin asked doubtfully.

"Oh, Senior Brother Fang, you may have been unconscious just now and didn't hear. Now everyone who can move has gone to the meeting in the back." Yan Suiyue explained.

"Meeting? What kind of meeting? What did I accidentally miss?" Fang Zijin was stunned.

"Come on, Senior Brother, you are like this. Even if I carry you to the venue, you still won't be able to listen. Of course, the point is that you won't understand either." Yan Suiyue said casually.

"Even if you are telling the truth...I'm still so angry!" Fang Zijin gritted his teeth.

"Ahem, it seems there is something important to announce. I'm not sure. I'll find out when they come back later and ask." Yan Suiyue immediately returned to the topic.

The two chatted for a while, and while they were comparing their latest results, they suddenly heard a burst of noise and cheers coming from outside.

Fang Zijin immediately stopped talking and stretched his neck to look outside. He finally saw an acquaintance passing by. Regardless of the other wounded people around him, he shouted with all his strength: "Enrika, come here."

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The next second, Enrika reluctantly pulled Dongmo and appeared in front of Fang Zijin, and said angrily: "If you don't take good care of your injuries, what the hell are you calling?"

"Hurry up, tell me the latest news!" Fang Zijin said expectantly.

"Just two things, Yuling's father showed up, and by the way, he will launch a counterattack in five days." Enrika said succinctly.

"ha?!"

Fang Zijin and Yan Suiyue were stunned.

Enrica's understated tone combined with the huge amount of information made it difficult for the two of them to digest.

"No, don't leave! If you say a few words about such a big matter, will you die?"

Seeing Enrika finish her words and leave, Fang Zijin subconsciously wanted to reach out to stop him, but he shivered in pain again.

Still kindly added in the end of winter: "Brother Yu said that everything that should be prepared is almost ready. Instead of waiting for the next round of attack by the Daoling tribe, it is better to take advantage of the remaining power of the Chaos army to counterattack. The goal of the next stage is to take back the wilderness."
Chapter completed!