Perfection: The Eastern Emperor Bell manifests, I am the Golden Crow Heavenly Emperor

Chapter 29 The Ancestral Spirit's Gratitude!

They only hoped to gain a little understanding from Lu Xuan and the Golden Crow Clan, fearing that this wicked star would settle scores with them later.

Those tribes that were already on good terms with the Golden Crow Clan, or who had secretly offered some assistance during times of crisis, were overjoyed and felt honored.

They prepared generous gifts and sincerely went to the Jinwu tribe to celebrate, which strengthened their relationship.

The royal families with profound heritage also sent important envoys with generous gifts to visit the ancestral land of the Golden Crow on an equal footing.

They expressed their respect for Immortal King Lu Xuan and discussed how to jointly deal with the darkness of the Boundary Sea and the threats from other realms in the future.

Lu Xuan's demonstrated strength earned him the genuine respect of these ancient races.

Low-level cultivators and ordinary beings:
In countless taverns, teahouses, markets, and grotto-heavens throughout the Immortal Realm, all cultivators were enthusiastically discussing the title of "Golden Crow Immortal King."

"Have you heard? The Golden Crow Immortal King crushed the Emperor Light Immortal King's attack with just one hand!"

"More than that! It is said that he transformed into a god ten thousand feet tall, and with a single bell, the Boundary Sea trembled, causing the giants of other realms to flee in terror!"

"From this day forward, the Immortal Realm shall be ruled by the Golden Crow Immortal King! I believe he is even more powerful than those established Immortal King giants!"

"The Golden Crow Clan has become quite formidable, instantly becoming the most untouchable force in the Immortal Realm!"

Lu Xuan's reputation reached its peak among the lower-level cultivators, and he was revered as an idol and guardian deity by countless people.

His portraits and sculptures began to appear quietly in some places and were worshipped.

Many independent cultivators and small forces consider it an honor to join the Golden Crow Clan, or even just to have some connection with the Golden Crow Clan.

The immortal kings who participated in this battle, including Pan Wang, Hunyuan Immortal King, and Qingwei Immortal King, celebrated their victory, and their fear and respect for Lu Xuan reached new heights.

They knew that this battle had completely changed the landscape of the Immortal Realm.

Although Lu Xuan did not make any demands on the surface, his will had already become an unspoken rule that no one in the Immortal Realm could ignore, and even had to follow.

The two ancient giants, the Time-Space Immortal King and the Annihilation Immortal King, also had a brief meeting with Lu Xuan after the war, with an attitude of equality and solemnity.

They acknowledged Lu Xuan's strength and status, and subtly expressed their hope that he would join them in dealing with even greater calamities in the future.

It can be said that Lu Xuan, with his own strength, not only repelled foreign enemies on the battlefield, but also established supreme authority within the Immortal Realm.

He earned respect through his absolute strength.

After Lu Xuan finished dealing with the post-war matters, he temporarily escaped the congratulations and visits from all sides and returned to the ancestral land of Jinwu.

Looking at the hibiscus tree radiating vibrant life, and the hopeful and energetic faces of his people, he felt a sense of peace.

He knew this was just the beginning.

The victory of the Immortal Realm has only temporarily cleared away the obstacles in front of them.

The darkness deep within the Boundary Sea, the defeated Sword King and the alien realm, and even the higher-level threat that may exist in the shadows... all mean that his path is still very long.

But at least for now, he has won a safe haven for himself and for the Golden Crow Clan.

"Next, it's time to properly digest what I've gained and further improve my strength," he muttered to himself, a determined light shining in his eyes.

In the ancient, primeval realm, the once-imperial pass has been transformed into an endless expanse of ruins, the shattered landscape silently testifying to the cruelty of war.

Although the darkness has been driven away, the joy of victory cannot diminish the deep sorrow that permeates the air.

In the core of the ancient realm, within a void temple temporarily stabilized by the Immortal King Wuzhong using the power of space and time.

A supreme conference that will determine the future of the ancient world is being held.

The number of attendees was small, and the atmosphere was somber.

Above the throne sat the still profoundly powerful Immortal King Wuzhong. His return was the key to the ancient realm's ability to hold out until the very end.

To its left is the ancestral spirit, its emerald green divine light subdued and its figure hazy.

His timely appearance turned the tide of the battle and brought hope.

On the right is the Six Paths Reincarnation Immortal King, whose injuries are the most severe.

He sat cross-legged in a slowly rotating halo of reincarnation, his aura extremely weak, and cracks covered the Reincarnation Cave as if it might collapse completely at any moment.

Clearly, they paid an unimaginable price to resist Kundal.

He was struggling to even maintain his physical form at that moment.

Below, the True Dragon King manifested part of his dragon body, but his body was broken in many places and wrapped in dim golden light. He was slowly absorbing the essence of heaven and earth to repair himself, and his dragon eyes were full of fatigue.

The golden body of the Immortal Monk King was covered with cracks, and his Buddha light was dim. He silently chanted sutras to pray for the deceased.

The four surviving border kings were all wounded, their armor shattered, and their blood and energy depleted, but they still stood tall and their eyes remained sharp as ever.

"Everyone,"

The Immortal King Wuzhong slowly spoke, breaking the silence of the temple.

"We have won this battle."

The word "victory" was uttered without any joy, but instead added a sense of heaviness.

"But what will the price be?"

The Six Paths Reincarnation Immortal King's weak voice rang out, filled with endless pain.

"The Imperial Pass is shattered, and of the millions of soldiers who defended it, only one-tenth survived. Of the seven kings of the borderlands, three have perished... cough cough..."

He coughed violently, and the halo of reincarnation swayed.

"It was a borderland king whose injuries were relatively minor," a borderland king said in a deep voice.

"The fortresses and ancient cities throughout our ancient realm have been corrupted by dark matter, causing widespread suffering and death. Preliminary statistics indicate that the number of cultivators and mortals who have perished... has exceeded 10 billion. Mountains and rivers are shattered, spiritual veins are severed, and the ancient realm's vitality... has been greatly damaged."

A series of shocking figures were reported, each one representing the loss of countless vibrant lives and a loss that the ancient world could hardly bear.

The atmosphere inside the temple was so oppressive it was suffocating.

This was a Pyrrhic victory, a victory bought with the bones and blood of countless heroes.

The celestial monk Wang clasped his hands together, softly chanted a Buddhist mantra, and a sense of compassion spread through him.

Pan Wang sighed and said, "The ferocity of this battle is something my Immortal Realm also feels deeply. The other realms have never given up their desire to destroy us. Although we have retreated this time, they will surely make a comeback. The Immortal and Ancient Realms are as close as lips and teeth, and we must work together even more closely in the future."

The Immortal King Wuzhong nodded, his gaze sweeping over everyone before finally settling on the Ancestral Sacrifice Spirit.

"The timely assistance of Fellow Daoist Ancestral Sacrifice Spirit was crucial in our ability to defend the Ancient Realm. If it weren't for your restraint of darkness and your control over Kundi, the outcome of the battle would have been unpredictable."

Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes turned to the ancestral spirit, filled with gratitude.

The ancestral spirit's hazy figure swayed slightly, and its clear voice rang out: "Protecting this realm is my duty. Moreover, my timely return is not entirely a coincidence."

He paused, looked at everyone, and said with a strange tone, "On my way back, at the edge of the Boundary Sea, I encountered a riot of dark creatures. Just as I was about to quell the chaos, I met someone who told me about the crisis in the Ancient Realm."

"Oh?" A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the Immortal King Wuzhong. "The edge of the Boundary Sea? Who could know about the ancient world from there and inform you, fellow Daoist?"

(End of this chapter)