Chen Mu glanced over the battlefield.
At this mont, the battlefield was in a state of devastation, and all the mbers of the Demon Clan had been annihilated. The remaining nurous human Grandmasters, Blood Exchange Supres, were almost all injured, but even so, the atmosphere on the battlefield was not heavy, but rather invigorated.
Victory!
Although it was a brutal victory, enduring until Chen Mu’s arrival to finally achieve victory, they had ultimately overco this round!
Perhaps this was not the entirety of the demon disaster, rely the Demon Clan’s first probing attack, yet witnessing Chen Mu’s awe-inspiring strength, a sense of belief surged in the hearts of all the human Grandmasters and even the Blood Exchange existences!
In reality, everyone already knew that Chen Mu was powerful, having been unmatched for a long ti and reaching the pinnacle of contemporary Martial Arts, but no one knew exactly how powerful Chen Mu was. After all, since the discourse at Kunlun, Chen Mu had not truly taken action.
Although he had manifested the Void and the path of Chaotic Origin Qiankun, those were ultimately not genuine battles.
It was only in this battle that everyone gained a new understanding of Chen Mu’s strength, a power far beyond the limits of earthly Martial Arts, nearing the mythical legends of Immortal Gods!
"So this is his strength now..."
Hua Nongyue and Hua Nongying, their clothes stained with blood, were both gazing at Chen Mu from afar, their eyes reflecting identical brilliance, unprecedentedly radiant.
Not far away, Yuan Yingsong was in a much grimr state, his right arm vanished, leaving only his left arm to hold the Big Halberd for support. Watching Chen Mu annihilate the mob of demons with a single move, his heart was filled with myriad emotions.
Many years ago, he had the qualification to compete in Martial Arts with Chen Mu, but now he couldn’t even see his shadow.
Yet he was not surprised.
Among his generation, he only acknowledged Chen Mu, an unparalleled talent throughout the ages, seizing the creation of heaven and earth. The human race, after countless ages and the proliferation of countless people, finally welcod Chen Mu into this world.
Chen Mu was already an immortal, a Buddha, a god, not a person of mundane Martial Arts. Naturally, he had no thought of comparing himself to Chen Mu. Although humans could conquer heaven, Chen Mu had already transcended to a realm above heaven as an Immortal God.
On the other side.
In a corner of the battlefield, Zuo Qianqiu stood upon a mound of earth, holding a sword in his right hand and clutching his chest with his left, coughing out several mouthfuls of fresh blood. Under his sword, traces of demonic qi remained, remnants of the Ancient Demons he had slain.
He gazed silently towards the horizon in the distance, his eyes reflecting the world and Chen Mu’s figure standing in the void. Quietly, he remained there, unsure of how long had passed, finally sighing in loneliness, turning to leave.
Pursuing Chen Mu was an impossible task, a pursuit he was too obsessed with.
Though it was the direction of his Sword Heart, yet just as all living beings should have reverence, failing to recognize one’s limits leads only to missteps down the devil’s path, resulting in ruin. Indeed, he needed to awaken.
...
Chen Mu’s gaze swept across the battlefield, though he saw countless familiar figures. In the end, he only glanced at Qin ngjun, Yin Heng, and others, then exchanged a distant look with Chen Yao.
He did not question Chen Yao why she participated in this battle, why she ca to such a perilous battlefield. The present Chen Yao was no longer the frail girl seeking warmth in his arms, but a Grandmaster renowned in her own right, pursuing her Martial Arts path.
And Hua Nongyue, Hua Nongying...
And ng Danyun, Chu Jingsui...
Everyone is in pursuit of their own path.
Finally, Chen Mu lifted his head, taking one last deep gaze at the Heavens Vault, then quietly turned away, without speaking to anyone on the battlefield, disappearing soundlessly.
Not until Chen Mu had left did the battlefield at North City Pass, engulfed in silence, slowly start showing signs of activity, as grandmasters and Blood Exchange figures from various sects and paths gathered in small groups to assess the casualties of this battle.
"Cough, cough..."
Gongyang Yu sheathed his blade, coughing while clutching his chest.
Gu Xiaochen appeared quietly beside him, no bloodstains on him, though his complexion was slightly pale, his breath relatively stable, he asked Gongyang Yu, "How are you, Brother Gongyang?"
"I’m fine."
Gongyang Yu shook his head.
Gu Xiaochen gazed into the distance, at the now-normalized area where the Demon Clan had been wiped out, yet the entire ground had sunk, forming a vast crater.
Recalling the previously shocking power, Gu Xiaochen muttered,
"Even the mighty power of Divine Spirits is no greater than this."
Given their current insights, far beyond before, Gu Xiaochen couldn’t discern whether Chen Mu had truly entered the God Realm, but he understood one thing: at Chen Mu’s current level, stepping into the God Realm would likely be a natural progression.
Gongyang Yu knew this as well.
Regardless of whether Chen Mu had now stepped into the God Realm, he was destined to be Da Xuan World’s first to ascend to godhood through Martial Arts.
But even so, it cannot be said that this demon disaster is over, for the Demon Clan also possesses entities truly in the God Realm, ancient and more powerful. Whether Chen Mu can resist the God Realm of the Demon Clan remains the key to whether Da Xuan World can overco this demonic disaster.
But in such a level of confrontation, there’s nothing they can do to help.
"I’ve wasted half my life, yet in the face of a great calamity for a Boundary, I still can’t do much to help."
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