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It peels away, decomposes, and dissolves into the night wind, thread by thread.

Along with the dark purple self-destructing energy, it was swept up, crushed, and completely erased by the silent ripples.

It took no more than three breaths.

Kui Yuan, along with the destructive power within him that was enough to flatten the entire Primordial Sacred Palace, vanished completely.

It's as if it never existed.

In the night sky, only those remaining dark purple specks of light were slowly drifting away, blown further and further away by the night wind.

Wang Long hovered in mid-air, slowly withdrawing his hand, and the golden light around him receded into his body.

He lowered his head, his gaze falling on the figures on the ground who were still looking up, their faces filled with shock.

He paused for a moment, then raised his hand and gently pressed his brow.

Deep within her consciousness, Xi Ning's voice, heavy with drowsiness, rang out softly, like a coquettish murmur.

"I...I'm sleepy again...I'm going to sleep longer this time..."

Then her voice was no longer heard, and the warm light returned to silence.

Wang Long's lips curved slightly, then he looked away.

He slowly landed back on the ground, his robes swaying gently in the night breeze.

All eyes of the disciples and elders of the Primordial Holy Palace were focused on him. After a moment of silence, they erupted into a cheer as loud as a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing down.

Some knelt down, some were moved to tears, some hugged each other, laughing and crying, and some didn't even realize that their swords had fallen to the ground.

Xuanzhen Daoist, supporting his dislocated left arm, limped over to Wang Long. He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but found his voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible.

He didn't say anything in the end, but just patted Wang Long on the shoulder heavily.

Won!

They, the Primordial Holy Palace, won!

In the distance, Zheng Yuan's face had turned completely ashen.

He stood beside a pile of broken stones, the dark gold longsword in his hand split in two, blood dripping from his tiger's mouth onto the ground, but he could no longer feel the pain.

He raised his head, looked in Wang Long's direction, his lips trembled several times before he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence.

"I...I surrender!"

His voice was hoarse and trembling, with an almost pleading humility.

"The Heavenly Evolution Sect concedes defeat. We beg you, for the sake of... for the sake of our past relationship with the Primordial Holy Palace, spare our lives!"

He paused, then added, his voice growing softer.

"I can hand over all the resources of the Heavenly Evolution Sect, and lead the entire sect out of the Eastern Region, never to set foot within the territory of the Primordial Holy Palace again..."

Ye Niannu stood a few steps away, and upon hearing these words, a faint, cold smile appeared on her lips.

Wang Long did not rush to speak.

He simply watched Zheng Yuan quietly.

Those gazes were calm, devoid of anger, pity, or even a trace of superfluous emotion.

A fine layer of cold sweat appeared on Zheng Yuan's forehead, and a chill ran down his spine.

He suddenly realized how naive his words had been.

He recalled the scene when Kui Yuan was completely annihilated, and the tragic state of the disciples of the Primordial Holy Palace.

He recalled the composure and indifference he felt when he stood high in the sky with Zheng Hao, looking down at the disciples of the Primordial Holy Palace struggling in blood.

That composure, at this moment, felt like fine needles, piercing his own heart with a backlash.

Xuanzhen Daoist stood behind Wang Long and spoke in a cold voice.

"Zheng Yuan, just now when you stood beside Kui Yuan, looking down upon my Primordial Holy Palace, did you ever consider sparing our lives?"

Zheng Yuan's lips moved slightly, but he couldn't utter a word.

Xu Ming stood on the other side, his body still bleeding, his voice hoarse but without a trace of hesitation.

"If we let him go today, the Tianyan Sect will come back with a vengeance tomorrow."

"Holy Son, we must not let him live!"

The disciples of the Primordial Holy Palace, covered in blood, also shouted in unison.

"Kill him! Avenge our fallen comrades!"

"We can't let him get away with this!"

"A blood debt must be paid in blood!"

Amidst the angry shouts, Wang Long slowly raised his hand.

A golden, scholarly longsword materialized at his fingertips, its blade as clear as crystal, radiating a warm yet cold light.

The moment Zheng Yuan saw the sword, he collapsed to the ground.

He tried to say something, but found that he couldn't even beg for mercy.

Wang Long gave him no chance.

A golden sword flashed past, precise and swift.

Zheng Yuan's body stiffened slightly, then as if all support had been removed, he slowly fell forward and did not move again.

The remaining disciples of the Tianyan Sect knelt on the ground, trembling like leaves.

Some people closed their eyes in despair, some pressed their foreheads hard against the cold ground, and some let out suppressed sobs.

Wang Long's gaze swept over them, devoid of any extra emotion.

"Clean up the battlefield and dispose of these bodies properly."

"As for the remnants of the Heavenly Evolution Sect, leave none alive!"

The elders of the Primordial Holy Palace obeyed the order and set off, and the disciples also began to act.

The tattered flags in the square were taken down, and the broken bluestone slabs began to be cleared away piece by piece.

Some people crouched in a corner and wept softly, some silently carried their companions' bodies, and some looked up at the night sky where stars had reappeared, letting out a long breath.

Ye Niannu helped Ye Wushuang sit down on a relatively flat stone step.

Ye Wushuang frowned slightly, but did not cry out in pain. He just sat quietly as Ye Niannu gave him a healing pill.

Ye Niannu breathed a sigh of relief after watching Ye Wushuang take the pill, and then looked up in the direction of Wang Long.

Under the moonlight, Wang Long stood in the center of the square. The nine Heavenly Gang Sword Lights had been returned to their scabbards. The night wind ruffled his slightly disheveled robes. Amidst the wreckage and blood, he stood like a pillar of strength.

Ye Niannu's gaze lingered on him for a while, a gentle smile appearing on her lips.

Ye Wushuang followed her gaze and saw Wang Long bending down to help up an injured young disciple, his movements gentle and steady.

Her eyes flickered slightly, but she didn't say anything. She simply reached out and gently smoothed her slightly wrinkled sleeves.

She lowered her head and quietly worked on the tear in the hem of her dress.

Xuanzhen Daoist stood there for a while, watching the disciples of Taichu Holy Palace methodically clean up the mess, and watching Xu Ming direct several elders to deal with the surrendered soldiers of Tianyan Sect.

This great victory has propelled the status of the Primordial Holy Palace to new heights, making it second only to the Heavenly Palace City.

It has become the second largest power in the Eastern Region!

Thinking of this, Xuanzhen Daoist felt very pleased, thinking that Ye Niannu was truly their good saintess.

They brought back a prodigy like Wang Long.

They really made a killing!

He took the elixir and began to regulate his breathing, while the other elders also sat down to meditate and heal their injuries.

Wang Long gazed into the distance, clenching his fists, his emotions a complex mix.

Borrowed power is never truly his own; he must become stronger!

The battle just now depleted most of Wang Long's stored spirit stones, almost draining him dry.

Let's add another big one.

The night wind blew across the devastated Primordial Palace, dispersing the last wisp of dark purple mist across the sky.

The Puppet Spirit Sect and the Heavenly Evolution Sect have been wiped out of the Eastern Region!