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Luo Tian's voice spread through the air, over the battlefield, over the clouds, and into the distance.

Among the remaining soldiers still engaged in battle, some heard the shout, and some let out short, mocking laughs, like the ramblings of a dying man.

"If I lose, I'll take my men and leave. You'll have to deal with the mess you leave behind on Earth!"

Without waiting for a response, he began a countdown: "Ten."

"Nine."

Someone shouted from within the ranks, "Who is he talking to?"

"eight."

Niannian blocked another sword strike; the blades collided, sparks flying.

"seven."

Xiao Xiao used vines to drag an enemy who was charging from the side to the ground.

"six."

Qiqi bit a monk's arm and dragged him into a crack in the ground.

"five."

The flames on Luo Nannan's wingtips were cut in half by the opponent's sword, and the flames flickered before reconnecting.

"Four."

Ye Qianxue and Li Mengmeng stood back to back at the gap in the battle line.

"three."

The offensive by the remnants of the ancient forces continues.

"two."

Niannian was knocked back several feet by a palm strike, her knee hitting the ground with a dull thud.

"one."

The sky trembled violently the moment the last number was dropped.

The rift was blasted open from an extremely high place, its edges gleaming with a dark golden light.

A beam of light fell straight down from the crack, covering the area where Luo Tian, ​​Xiao Jin, and Luo Nannan were.

When the beam of light hit the ground, everyone on the battlefield slowed down for a second.

Luo Tian turned to look at Xiao Jin and Luo Nannan:

"Heaven has already compromised. You can begin to break the seal. Restore whatever realm you can, and try to resolve all the troubles at once."

Then he turned to Niannian and Xiaoxiao and shouted:

"If you retreat more than a hundred miles away, the battle that follows will be beyond your control!"

Niannian stood up from the ground, a bloodstain hanging from the corner of her mouth. She glanced at Luo Tian.

Then he turned around and patted the little boy's shoulder: "Let's go, Dad and the others are about to go on a killing spree."

The two retreated simultaneously, and Ye Qianxue, Li Mengmeng, Qiqi, and Qianqian also stopped and retreated. All the disciples gathered towards the center at the same time and then retreated in an orderly manner.

After Nian Nian led her people to retreat a hundred miles away, she stopped, turned around, and looked back.

The golden light in the distance was expanding and growing, like a burning balloon being blown bigger and bigger.

She stood on a large rock, tiptoed, and looked over there. She saw something rising from the pillar of light, and she recognized the shape of that thing.

"Little Jin is going to grow up."

Niannian said with a mixture of curiosity and excitement.

Her small eyes were also fixed in that direction, not looking away.

She tugged at the hem of her dress, and after a long while, she finally said, "He'll be alright."

Niannian did not respond, but she did not deny it either.

At the same moment, people all over China raised their heads.

Someone was the first to see the widening golden crack in the sky.

Then I saw the light leaking through the crack, and finally I saw the outline rising in that light.

When the golden dragon's body emerged from the pillar of light, someone on the ground shouted "Dragon!" as if something had been ignited, and then shouts echoed from all directions.

"There's a dragon!"

"And there's the phoenix!"

"Is that the Celestial Immortal Luo Tian? Is that golden statue him?"

The sounds came simultaneously from cities, villages, seasides, and the foot of mountains.

Some people ran to the rooftop, some climbed to high places, and some stood in their own yards looking up.

I watched as the three enormous silhouettes began to take shape in the sky, my gaze following their movement.

Like a group of needles tethered by the same thread, swinging in the same direction at the same time.

A butcher at the entrance of the market put down his knife, walked outside the shop, and looked up.

He still held the knife in his hand, a piece of raw meat clinging to the blade; he had forgotten to put it down.

The elderly woman selling vegetables next to me steadied her tricycle, looked up at it for a while, and then turned to the person next to her and said:

"Our country now has immortals who can protect us, that's wonderful."

At the gate of an elementary school, children who had just finished school crowded on the steps in front of the gate, looking up at each other. The teacher called for everyone to assemble several times, but no one moved.

A little boy pointed to the sky, at the golden dragon's body, and said to the person next to him:

"I want to be that kind of person when I grow up!"

The little girl next to me said, "You can't even outrun them."

The boy said, "That was before; it's not too late to start practicing now."

The golden area in the sky continued to expand, and the approaching shadows were fading, as if being swallowed by the light.

Niannian stood on a rock a hundred miles away, looking into the distance. She saw the dragon's body above the battlefield, kicking up a cloud of dust as it swept low across the sky.

I saw the phoenix's flames explode in the enemy formation, turning into a spreading flower.

Seeing that golden imperial figure pressing forward like a slowly advancing wall, each advance taking away a group of retreating figures.

Her gaze followed the golden phantom's movement, from east to west, from the ground to mid-air, never wavering.

She stared for a long, long time before finally turning her gaze away, looking down at the pebbles at her feet, and then not looking up again.

After a long while, she finally spoke, her voice very soft, as if talking to herself, or perhaps to the little one beside her:

"I wasn't able to help just now."

Xiao Xiao stood next to her and thought for a while: "I'll be able to help in the future."