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This Silver Wing Heaven Devil had just stood up when Long Chen’s casual wave reduced it to dust. His hand didn’t even make contact; the mere force of his gesture obliterated it.
Although the Silver Wing Heaven Devil had decayed to the point that it couldn’t even endure a single blow, its ferocious aura had not weakened in the slightest. Long Chen could hardly imagine the terror it would pose if it were still alive.
These ancient experts had sacrificed their lives battling these savage devil creatures, buying precious time for the nine heavens and ten lands to recover. But how many descendants even remembered their sacrifice? Long Chen thought grimly that if these heroes could see how their descendants now betrayed each other and colluded with devils, they might die of outrage.
Long Chen placed the remains into a coffin. The Wind God Sea Pavilion had given them many coffins, saying that if they had a chance, they should do their best to bring back their seniors’ remains. Their heroic spirits could rest in peace within the Wind God Sea Pavilion.
As Long Chen ventured deeper, he encountered more battlegrounds, but some scenes enraged him. He found relatively intact corpses—clearly human but horribly desecrated. Someone had torn off their Emperor runes, studying them as mere artifacts, then discarded the rest as worthless remains. Based on the markings, this was done in the recent era.
This was blasphemy—an unforgivable insult to the heroes who had died defending the nine heavens and ten lands. Although the experts who entered the Wind Domain Battlefield weren’t necessarily human, all those who perished here had died protecting the nine heavens and ten lands.
Without their sacrifices, the nine heavens and ten lands would be in ruins. How could they treat their saviors like this? Were they worse than animals?
“If only time could be reversed. I’d hunt them down and kill every last one of them,” Long Chen muttered, his fists clenched. This kind of disrespect was infuriating.
Long Chen held little hope of finding anything for himself here, so he respectfully gathered the remains of these ancient warriors. On some bodies, he noticed a particular arm bone etched with runes—some kind of cultivation technique. However, the runes alone were too fragmented for Long Chen to deduce the full technique, and he didn’t have the time to attempt it.
Once he handed these remains to the Wind God Sea Pavilion, perhaps they could uncover the knowledge inscribed in these bones. These fallen warriors had been powerful, leaving behind remnants of their life’s wisdom for someone worthy to inherit.
Long Chen also found several weapons. Unfortunately, they were badly damaged, and their item-spirits had long since dissipated. Their runes were dim and indistinguishable.
However, Long Chen still gathered them as they were existences he respected. Their masters were heroes, so these weapons also deserved the same treatment.
Watching Long Chen handle these remnants with reverence, Evilmoon and the Earth Cauldron felt confused but proud. The Earth Cauldron sometimes thought that Long Chen was foolish, and Evilmoon often found his actions overly cautious. Yet, despite these feelings, they couldn’t help but be drawn to him.
The Earth Cauldron didn’t fully understand why it had so hastily conducted the master-acknowledgement ceremony with Long Chen. By all logic, Long Chen wasn’t its ideal master. But now, it started to become clear. What kept them by his side wasn’t power or destiny—it was how he viewed them. For Long Chen, they were never just weapons or tools to be used and discarded. He regarded them as comrades and cherished them like brothers. In his eyes, they were family.
“That’s enough. These warriors knew the risk they faced. To die on the battlefield is better than rotting away, living a worthless life,” muttered Evilmoon, moved but still nudging Long Chen to press on.
Though Evilmoon lived for combat and slaughter, it understood the warrior’s pride. Back in the Martial Heaven Continent’s final battle, it would have rather sacrificed itself than be shielded by Long Chen.
Although Evilmoon was also correct, Long Chen still collected any bodies he found on his way. That didn’t take too much time.
The further Long Chen went, the darker the world became, limiting his vision. As his eyes adjusted, he started to see several Silver Wing Heaven Devils roaming aimlessly across the barren landscape. Though soulless, their bodies remained intact, and the moment Long Chen approached, they immediately attacked him.
Long Chen punched one of them, blowing it apart. However, this Silver Wing Heaven Devil was stronger than the previous one he encountered; its body was more solid and resistant to his strikes.
Time blurred as he ventured deeper into the shadows. Human remains became rare, but the number of Silver Wing Heaven Devils steadily increased. At first, their decayed bodies crumbled easily under his attacks. However, as he moved further, their physical forms grew stronger, no longer turning to dust but instead breaking into chunks of dense flesh. Eventually, the creatures even started to bleed devil blood when struck, evidence of their extraordinary resilience.
Long Chen tested throwing their bodies into the black soil, and to his surprise, he found that they were still capable of releasing a faint life qi. Even after countless years, these corpses retained such power. The lifeforce of the Silver Wing Heaven Devils was truly terrifying.
Long Chen had been walking in a straight line this entire time. However, while it seemed straight, he actually went in a curve, gradually deviating from the place he had agreed to meet Tang Wan-er and the others. He ended up entering the core region from a completely different direction.
The further he went, the more Silver Wing Heaven Devils he encountered. Furthermore, Their Blood Qi grew denser, and their bodies, once stiff and slow, now moved with unsettling agility, showing signs of vitality rather than decay.
Most of them were five-vein Devil Emperors and above. Their physical strength was incredibly strong, and even in death, they possessed immense power.
BOOM!
Long Chen exchanged blows with a six-vein Devil Emperor, his punch shattering the devil’s arm and sending chunks of flesh flying. The impact felt no different from battling a living devil creature.
The number of Silver Wing Heaven Devils here is increasing. Tang Wan-er and the others should be arriving now. I should pick up the pace—I don’t want to keep them waiting.
With that, Long Chen surged forward, plowing through the devils in his path.
What he didn’t realize, however, was that his new course led directly toward a massive black vortex—a swirling void that resembled the gaping maw of a monstrous fiend, silently waiting to pull him into its depths.