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The moment the last wisp of Dao Zun's soul dissipated into the darkness, the entire domain suddenly lit up.

The light came extremely suddenly, as if someone had lit thousands of lamps in a pitch-black room.

The darkness began to shatter from the edges, like broken black glass, peeling away piece by piece and disappearing.

The detached fragments transformed into specks of purple light in the void, like fireflies scattered across the sky, slowly dissipating.

The extraterrestrial laws that Dao Zun had accumulated over countless eras lost control after his death and began to disintegrate on their own.

The absolute darkness that had trapped everyone's vision dissipated in just a few breaths, revealing the vast starry sky behind it.

Everyone stood still, looking up at the reappearing stars.

"It's over," Luo Tian said slowly, his voice hoarse.

His golden armor was mostly shattered, and there was a deep, bone-revealing wound on his left arm from which golden blood seeped out, gleaming dimly in the starlight.

"It's finally over."

Xiao Niannian sheathed the Morning Dew Sword, her little face full of exhaustion.

Her golden armor was covered in the marks of battle, and the golden lotus mark on her forehead had faded considerably.

The Chaos Nine-Leaf Lotus slowly rotated within his body, the light of its nine petals as faint as candlelight.

Little Lotus separated from her body and landed on her shoulder. Her small body was a little paler than before, and the patterns of the nine lotus leaves in her deep purple pupils turned extremely slowly.

Di Yao stood beside Xiao Niannian, her long, deep purple hair swaying gently in the starlight.

Her aura had weakened considerably; she had consumed most of her mid-stage Emperor Realm cultivation in the battle just now.

But her gaze was clear and calm, with a faint smile on her lips.

"Niannian, we won."

"Yeah, we won, hehe."

Xiao Niannian nodded, then turned to look at everyone behind her.

Luo Tian, ​​Luo Yao, Zhang Tianzheng, Li Daoran, the three Mo Yuan brothers, Ye Qianxue, Li Mengmeng, the four clan leaders of the Demon Realm, the Elf Queen... everyone was still standing, but they were all covered in wounds.

Luo Tian's left arm wound was still bleeding, Zhang Tianzheng's dark green spiritual power had dimmed considerably, and Li Daoran's fist was covered in blood.

The Dark Gold Domain of the three Demon Abyss brothers shrank to only a few feet in diameter. Ye Qianxue's Xuanyuan Sword was broken in one corner, and Li Mengmeng's Sword Nurturing Gourd was completely shattered. The remaining flying swords were scattered at her feet.

The four clan leaders of the Demon Realm transformed into human form. Most of the golden dragon scales of the Dragon Clan leader were shattered, hundreds of fire feathers of the Phoenix Clan leader were knocked off, more than ten cracks appeared on the nine-colored scales of the Qilin Clan leader, and only four of the nine fox tails of the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan leader remained.

The Elf Queen's silver hair had turned almost entirely white, the psionic warhammers of the Iron Hammer and Iron Anvil brothers were riddled with nicks, and the beast blood aura of the three orc elders had weakened to the extreme.

The giant elder's size shrunk to that of a normal person, and Di Yuan's deep purple bloodline light pillar dimmed like a candle flame.

Little Gold's golden dragon scales were covered with cracks, and another dragon horn broke off.

Xiaoqing's dragon tail was reduced to a small section, and the wound on its belly was still bleeding.

Nannan's fiery phoenix body shrank to tens of thousands of miles, and the flames dimmed considerably.

Qiqi's nine-colored Qilin armor was cracked with more than ten lines, and its light was as faint as a firefly.

Five of Qianqian's nine fox tails were broken, and the Illusion Laws were almost ineffective.

The tiny tree of life had most of its branches pruned away, and its emerald-gold light had dimmed to the extreme.

Luo Tian looked down at the wound on his left arm. Golden blood dripped from his fingertips into the void, turning into specks of golden light and dissipating.

He clenched his fist, and the muscles at the wound site throbbed with pain, but he didn't pay attention to it.

He looked up at the fading darkness in the distance and took a deep breath.

Ten thousand years ago, he led a group of people back to Earth from the Celestial Realm, and never returned.

Ten thousand years later, he led the cultivators of Earth to conquer the Dao Venerable's domain and personally ended the last enemy of the great war ten thousand years ago.

A slight smile appeared on his tired face as the corners of his mouth turned up.

Luo Yao stood beside him, her psionic longsword mostly shattered, with only half of the hilt remaining in her hand.

She reached out and threw the broken sword into the air, then grasped Luo Tian's hand.

The hand was large and rough, and the calluses on its palm made her palm itch, but she didn't let go.

"Luo Tian, ​​we won."

"Hmm." Luo Tian looked down at her, something churning in his eyes. "We won."

Ye Qianxue helped Li Mengmeng walk over from the side.

Li Mengmeng's sword-nurturing gourd shattered, leaving only forty or so of the eighty-one flying swords.

But she still picked up those flying swords one by one and put them into the sword pouch at her waist.

Her fingers trembled, and every flying sword was stained with her blood, but she couldn't bear to discard any of them.

Those flying swords have been with her for many years, from Earth to the Immortal Realm, from the Immortal Emperor to the Sovereign Realm, each one has been her companion.

Ye Qianxue sheathed the Xuanyuan Sword. Although there were many cracks on the sword, the sword itself was not broken.

She glanced down at the cracks on the sword, her lips twitched slightly, and then hung the scabbard at her waist.

"Senior Sister Qianxue, your sword..."

Looking at the cracks on the Xuanyuan Sword, Li Mengmeng's eyes were filled with heartache.

"It's nothing." Ye Qianxue shook her head.

"I'll just ask Grandpa Iron Hammer of the dwarf tribe to help me fix it. He owes me a sword. He promised to forge me a new one last time, but he hasn't kept his word."

Li Mengmeng couldn't help but laugh, which aggravated her wound, causing her to wince in pain.

"Junior sister, you're amazing!"

Ye Qianxue turned to look at Xiao Niannian, her eyes filled with emotion.

"Senior sister thought we were all going to die here."

"Niannian also thought she was going to die here."

Xiao Niannian stuck out her tongue and said with a smile.

"But Nian Nian had you all. You helped Nian Nian block the Dao Venerable, which allowed Nian Nian to activate the seal and kill him. So it was a victory for everyone, not just for Nian Nian alone."

"The little master is right!"

Xiaoqing transformed into human form and limped over, her dragon tail now only a small section, making her walk quite comical.

"It was a win for everyone! Of course, Xiaoqing contributed a lot too, at least... um, ten percent?"

"You contributed half a percent."

Xiao Jin transformed into human form, its golden dragon scales covered in cracks, and one of its dragon horns was broken off, but its dragon eyes remained bright.

"You perverted Jin, you're sabotaging me again!"

I'm stating the facts.

"you……"

"Alright, alright." Xiao Niannian pushed them away, one in each hand. "You're all injured like this, and you're still arguing."

Xiao Jin and Xiao Qing both snorted and turned their heads away.

But both of them had smiles on their lips, and even Xiao Jin's perpetually cold face relaxed a bit.