Chapter 642 - 294: The Celestial Fire Demon God’s Choice, Instance Settlement

When the cultivators and the Demon Race joined forces to finally kill the last Split Creature, using the magic of the Buddhist Sect and Confucian Sect to expel the Secondary Power of Corruption from the world, it was already afternoon.

The gentle sunlight poured down, and the humans and demons, exhausted to the extreme, lay directly on the dirty ground, snuggling up against each other, and fell into a deep sleep.

No one cheered, no one celebrated.

This battle was too tiring and too tragic.

Having fought with all their might for victory, everyone had reached their limits and had no energy left to cheer.

To rebel against a Loose Immortal with a mortal body is a nearly impossible feat.

They accomplished it!

They did it!

Yet the cost was exceptionally severe.

The casualties were beyond everyone’s imagination.

In the team of nearly thirty members of the killing squad, only Lu Wenwu and the one-armed Divine Vulture True Venerable were left alive.

He was also the only remaining Late-stage Divinity Transformation cultivator of the Righteous Dao.

On the Demonic Dao side, Nan Beng, the younger brother of South Peak, became the new leader, having just entered Mid-stage Divinity Transformation.

As for the Demon Race, it was even more tragic, with only a few Early Stage Divinity Transformation Demon Gods left; countless little demons in the Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment stages died, their corpses piled into mountains.

The Demon Race, unlike human cultivators, cannot arm themselves with talismans and elixirs.

They rely solely on their bodies and innate divine techniques in battle.

In this life-and-death war, where every strike draws blood, their advantage of fearless bravery and demon sea tactics was completely overturned, resulting in heavy casualties with several tribes nearly wiped out.

If Jiao Shengwu hadn’t arranged for each tribe to leave cubs as seeds before the war began, many Demon Races might have faced extinction in this Cultivation Realm after the battle.

The master and apprentice who arrived later for the battle sat leaning against the soft fur of a sleeping cyan lion, listening to the heavy "whirring" of the big cat, and relaxed their bodies.

Duan Chaolong was wrapped in bandages, looking like a mummy.

The elixirs used for treatment were nearly depleted, and priority was given to treating the critically injured.

For his kind of minor injury with the chest and abdomen penetrated, stitching it with ordinary methods and sealing the bloodline to stop the bleeding for self-recovery suffices.

With the vigorous life energy of a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, he won’t die.

As for the numerous large wounds with rolled skin and black fumes, they had been suppressed and purified once by the Vast Righteous Qi of Confucian Sect disciples, leaving only recovery.

"Hehe, Master, we won."

Liu Erniu, the silly boy, was barely injured, just too tired to stand.

Previously, he had helped transport injured people and deliver relief supplies.

Perhaps this is what they say: kindness is rewarded, and there’s luck in foolishness.

Duan Chaolong glared at his foolish disciple irritably.

He wanted to raise his hand to smack his head, but his arms wouldn’t lift, so he gave up and rolled his eyes instead.

Recalling every moment from rushing to the battlefield, the breakthrough to Late-stage Foundation Establishment, and the final victory, Duan Chaolong felt somewhat surreal.

This was a breakthrough during combat!

A privilege reserved for Celestial Pride!

Who would have thought that even old Duan achieved it!

In fact, it wasn’t just Duan Chaolong.

The vast majority who survived this battle broke through a minor realm.

Some even broke through a major realm right after the battle ended but suppressed the urge owing to exhaustion and concerns over poor breakthrough effects.

Between life and death lies great fear and great fortune.

Now thinking back, Duan Chaolong still feels some fear.

I’ve been cautious and low-key all my life, so how was I foolish enough to bring this silly kid along spontaneously?

This feeling is really... really...

Oddly satisfying!

As Duan Chaolong’s mind wandered, suddenly a voice entered his head.

"The Spirit Vein Dragon Transport method is the secret technique of our Dragon Race; you are fortunate to obtain it, and thus it is your destiny. Remember, this technique must not be transmitted nor used for profit or boasting. Violation will result in heavenly and earthly punishment, and your soul will scatter!"

Duan Chaolong was so scared that he almost jumped up!

How could he not recognize that voice!

It was His Majesty the Dragon Emperor who had just slain the Outer Realm Evil Demon!

He didn’t know how to respond, so he kept promising in his heart, even making a Heavenly Dao Oath to guarantee it.

This wasn’t Lu Wenwu being stingy and refusing to share the Dragon Race’s secret technique for others to learn.

The problem is, this secret technique that can move spirit veins is overly flawed.

What does this equate to?

It equates to having a method on Earth that can pack and move entire oil, rare earth, and natural gas mines, placing them at will.

Even under current circumstances, various powers would randomly refresh across the world, occupying them in various ways.

If there were truly a way to pack mine veins home, would you believe it wouldn’t incite war?

The Cultivation Realm is the same.

Once the Spirit Vein Transport secret technique spreads in the Cultivation Realm, the entire world will wage endless wars over spirit veins.

The big devours the small, and the small eats shrimp.

The big grows increasingly larger, while the small gets consumed to extinction.

Every top Immortal Sect and large or small powers will fight each other until they nurture a force stronger than the Dragon Race of old, occupying the world’s spirit veins, leaving only one Cultivation paradise on Earth.