The charming widow of the Marquis's mansion: The stable boy carries the flag and raises the dra

The scene depicts a vast, boundless battlefield.

The sky was blood red, and the earth was scorched black.

Everywhere there were flames, thick smoke, and ruins.

On the ground, there were mountains of corpses, some human and some of other races.

Some are humanoid, some are animaloid, some are winged, and some are scaly.

They are incredibly diverse and countless.

Blood flowed like rivers, turning the entire battlefield a dark red.

In the sky, countless figures were fighting.

The powerful humans, treading the void and wielding magical weapons, fought bloody battles against enemies of all shapes and sizes.

Every strike was earth-shattering, and every collision distorted space itself.

Someone was punched through the chest and fell from the sky.

Someone had their head severed by a single sword strike, and blood gushed out.

Some people were surrounded by several enemies, their bodies riddled with wounds, yet they still fought to the death and refused to retreat.

Screams, roars, and sounds of fighting mingled together, creating a deafening roar.

Every second, someone falls!

Die!

The battle was extremely fierce.

Wang Long's pupils contracted as he looked at the figures on the screen.

He could sense that the two sides in those battles were far stronger than him in his current state.

Wang Long couldn't fathom the level of those who could shatter space with a single blow.

Even the peak Grandmaster level is like an ant in front of these true powerhouses.

"This is... an ancient war from beyond the realms..."

Xu Wanyun's voice trembled, her beautiful eyes filled with shock.

"I've seen records of it in ancient books, but those were just scattered descriptions, and I thought it was just a legend..."

"I can't believe... it's actually true..."

Her voice grew softer and softer until it became a murmur.

Wang Long stared intently at the screen and asked in a deep voice.

"An extraterrestrial war? Extraterrestrial demons?"

Xu Wanyun nodded, took a deep breath, and suppressed the shock in her heart.

Ancient texts record that tens of thousands of years ago, various races from beyond the borders invaded our world.

"They come from outer space, come in various shapes and sizes, are incredibly powerful, and are bloodthirsty."

"They tore through space and poured in from all directions, leaving nothing but desolation in their wake."

"Humanity united with other races to wage a war against the extraterrestrial demons that lasted for thousands of years."

"In the end, the human race achieved a pyrrhic victory."

"The extraterrestrial races were repelled, the spatial rifts were sealed, and our world was preserved."

"But in that battle, humanity also paid a heavy price."

"Countless powerful figures perished, countless lineages were severed, and countless civilizations were destroyed in an instant."

She paused, a hint of sadness flashing in her beautiful eyes.

"Ancient texts say that after that battle, the strength of the human race regressed by tens of thousands of years."

"Many ancient techniques, traditions, and skills were lost in that battle."

"Our current cultivation system was rebuilt on the ruins after that war."

Wang Long fell silent.

He looked up and gazed at the screen again.

Those human warriors who fought valiantly, some with white hair, some in their prime.

There are men and women, old and young.

Their faces were filled with determination and resilience.

Even when facing the most powerful enemy, even when severely wounded, no one retreated a single step.

They are protecting the world behind them with their lives.

Wang Long took a deep breath and suppressed the surging emotions in his heart.

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The battle grew increasingly fierce.

One after another, the powerful human warriors fell, and one after another, the extraterrestrial demons were slain.

Blood stained the sky, the earth, and everything else red.

at last.

The final blow.

The last few powerful members of the human race burned their lives and joined forces to launch a final attack.

A golden beam of light shot out from their hands, piercing through the heavens and earth, and struck the leader of the extraterrestrial demons.

The leader let out a shrill roar, and his body exploded, turning into countless fragments that scattered in all directions.

Upon seeing this, the remaining extraterrestrial demons fled in panic.

The human race's powerful warriors pursued and killed the fleeing extraterrestrial demons one by one.

The scene suddenly freezes at this point.

Then, it slowly dissipated.

The palace was plunged back into darkness.

Only the light emanating from those few dozen statues was still faintly shimmering.

Wang Long and Xu Wanyun stood there, speechless for a long time.

Both of them were experiencing a storm of emotions.

The war tens of thousands of years ago was so brutal.

The power of those extraterrestrial demons is truly astounding.

Our ancestors paid such a heavy price to protect this world.

"Wanyun".

Wang Long's voice was somewhat hoarse.

"Were all those extraterrestrial demons truly wiped out?"

Xu Wanyun shook her head.

"Ancient texts say that most of them were wiped out, but some escaped."

"After sealing the spatial rift, those escaped extraterrestrial demons were trapped in our world."

"They hid in various corners, recuperating and waiting for an opportunity."

"Every few thousand years, some seals will loosen, and extraterrestrial demons will emerge to wreak havoc."

"Each time, it takes the combined efforts of the strongest humans and other races to reseal them."

That was a calamity for all races!

There are no winners!

Wang Long's brows were furrowed tightly.

In other words, the myriad races from beyond the realm were not completely wiped out.

They are still here.

They were only temporarily driven out, and the entrance was sealed.

Wang Long took a deep breath, suppressing the heaviness in his heart.

With his current strength, thinking too much is pointless.

All of this was too far away for him.

Besides broadening his horizons, it also instilled in him a sense of crisis.

It has no other function.

This world has never truly been at peace...

Just now.

The light emanating from the dozens of statues in the palace converged once more.

It coalesced into a gigantic figure in the air.

He was a kind old man.

His hair and beard were all white, his face was thin, and he wore a loose Taoist robe.

He looked like an ordinary old man, with nothing special about him.

But just as this figure materialized...

Wang Long felt his body suddenly sink.

A terrifying, suffocating pressure descended from the sky, like ten thousand mountains pressing down on him.

His knees buckled, and he almost knelt down.

Wang Long gritted his teeth and stubbornly held on.

His legs were trembling, his spine was creaking, and veins were bulging on his forehead.

But he did not kneel down.

Xu Wanyun also felt that pressure.

Her face was deathly pale, her lips were bloodless, and she was swaying precariously.

Xu Wanyun clung tightly to Wang Long's back.

The two stood side by side, desperately holding on.

The old man's figure hovered above the palace, looking down at the two of them.

His gaze was calm and profound, like an elder looking at a younger person.

A slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

After a while.

The pressure slowly dissipated.

Wang Long and Xu Wanyun both breathed a sigh of relief, panting heavily.

Their backs were soaked with cold sweat, and their legs were still trembling slightly.

"Who...who is this person...?"

Xu Wanyun's voice was hoarse, with an uncontrollable tremor.

"Just one image is enough to suffocate me..."