In the battle of Nine Mysteries Tower, the human cultivators seemed to have achieved a complete victory. However, the various sects had paid a considerable price overall. Some sects were luckier, while others had clearly suffered a great loss.
Before the war began, thirteen Pure Yang cultivators took the lead and joined forces with the cultivators of the various sects in the cultivation world to gather at the Nine Mystical Tower. However, three Pure Yang cultivators perished in the war, two of which were killed by the sneak attack of the two Transcendent Devil Luo. The Southern Sea itinerant cultivators, Pure Yang Patriarch Yu Xiang and Purple Sun Palace's Patriarch Jia Xiuqing, who were battling the Heavenly Demons, perished on the spot.
After that, the Nine Mysteries Tower's Sect-Protecting Formation was broken by Poison Asura. The two Super Mara had charged in and killed another Pure Yang cultivator who was trying to seal the gap. Just as Nine Mysteries Tower was about to win, the Nine Mysteries Tower suffered yet another heavy blow.
After that, the cultivators of the various sects followed behind Xiao Baiyu and Seven Fans Laozu. Under the pretext of chasing away Mara, they charged into Nine Mysteries Tower's territory. After a fierce battle, the two transcendent Mara and Mara horde that had barged into Nine Mysteries Tower were completely annihilated. However, Nine Mysteries Tower had also suffered a great deal of damage. Moreover, this damage did not seem to be caused by Mara alone.
After the battle, Eighth Sister Zhu returned to the sect. Nine Mysteries Tower then announced that it would seal its mountain for a hundred years, leaving only a few third-generation disciples to roam the cultivation world. As a result, only ten of the thirteen Pure Yang cultivators who had advocated the encirclement and annihilation of Mara remained.
The news of the Nine Profound Tower sealing itself off for a hundred years shocked the entire world of cultivation once again. Sealing itself off for a hundred years meant that the Nine Profound Tower would have to give up its position as a Holy Land for the next hundred years. After a hundred years, the Nine Profound Tower would be able to regain some of its strength when it reopened its doors. When that time came, how would the world of cultivation fare? Would they be able to successfully regain their former position?
Even Lu Ping found the news unbelievable when he heard it from Lin Yu Laozu. Before Nine Mysteries Tower was besieged by Mara's army, it was said that Eighth Sister Zhu and Ninth Sister Zhu already had six Pure Yang cultivators. After more than a decade of besieging, two Pure Yang cultivators had fallen one after another. Including this time, Nine Mysteries Tower had lost half of its six Pure Yang cultivators.
Although their strength had been greatly reduced, the three Pure Yang cultivators were enough to deter all the other restless forces in the cultivation world. At the very least, they should be able to maintain Nine Mysteries Tower's current status as a sacred land. Moreover, Nine Mysteries Tower still had a Supremacy expert who could wield the Seven-Feathered Fan!
Lu Ping asked Lin Yu Laozu about the doubts in his heart. Lin Yu Laozu seemed to have only a smattering of knowledge about the matter, but he was somewhat reluctant to talk about it. However, Lu Ping guessed that it might have something to do with the Supremacy expert of Nine Mysteries Tower. Since Lin Yu Laozu was unwilling to say more, Lu Ping could only suppress the doubts in his heart.
Apart from the three Pure Yang adepts who had fallen, almost half of the other Pure Yang adepts had suffered serious injuries in the final battle against Mara.
Apart from that, it was said that the number of great adepts who had fallen in this battle might have exceeded twenty. This was another shocking piece of news. However, to Lu Ping, this did not seem to be a big deal. Three great adepts had fallen in the battle at the Zi Yang Palace's camp, driving Mara's army to launch a sneak attack on the Supreme Xuan Sect's camp and killing two of the "Wind and Rain Dual Whips" great adepts. In addition to the great adepts of the Lu family who had fallen at Lu Ping's hands, Lu Ping had personally experienced the deaths of six great adepts.
There were so many sects who had participated in the battle at the Nine Mysteries Tower. From this point of view, it seemed that the death of more than twenty great adepts was really not a big deal.
As for the number of mid Dharma adepts and early Dharma adepts who had fallen, there was not much to say.
Lu Ping and Zhenling's group, as well as Lin Yu Laozu, took only slightly more than half a day to arrive at the West River.
This was an extremely strange area. The entire West River was like a huge basin. However, after the two rivers, the Qing Ming River and the Yulan River, rushed out from the source of the West River, they strangely flowed along the northern and southern edges of the basin. They did not flow towards the lower terrain of the West River.
And even though there were two large rivers supplying water from the north and south, the entire West River had become a huge desert. The Seventh Patriarch's Way Altar and the three secret zones were also hidden in some empty space in the middle of the desert.
By the time Lu Ping and the others arrived at the West River, there were already quite a number of adepts who had already arrived. Lin Yu Laozu gave a few more instructions to the group before disappearing.
"Brother Lu, you're too late. This time, Brother Lu has outshone all the others on the War Merit Rankings. We can't do anything about it. Shijun admits defeat!"
Coincidentally, Qin Shijun was also nearby. When he saw Lu Ping arrive, he immediately laughed and came forward to greet Lu Ping.
Naturally, Lu Ping did not believe that the number one heir of a Holy Land would admit defeat to someone else. But as the saying goes, "Brother Qin, you flatter me. I was just lucky this time. How can I compare to a direct heir of a Holy Land like Brother Qin? Besides, as long as you enter the Seventh Patriarch's Way Altar, there is no difference between first and fiftieth place!"
Lu Ping looked behind Qin Shijun and saw a person silently walking at the back of the group in the Crystal Palace. He sneered in his heart, but said, "What's more, I heard that Brother Qin took care of quite a number of adepts in this battle, causing their war merit points to increase by quite a bit. If Brother Qin can focus on his own war merit points, I can only hand over the throne of first place to you!"
The two of them each had their own thoughts, weighing the truth of the other's words and the difference in their strength. But they still kept smiling on their faces.
At this time, Qin Shijun seemed to remember something and said to Lu Ping, "I forgot to introduce to Brother Lu a young talent from the North Sea. This person is also from the famous Xuan Ling Sect of the North Sea. I wonder if Brother Lu knows him!"
Qin Shijun turned to greet him, but he heard Lu Ping laugh and say, "Brother Qin, are you talking about Brother Ouyang?"
Qin Shijun looked surprised, then laughed and said, "Brother Lu, you really do know him. Brother Ouyang is the leader of the third generation of adepts in Xuan Ling Sect. This time, he was limited by his early Dharma stage cultivation and was unable to compete with us on the same stage. But Brother Ouyang's strength is undeniable. This time, he still managed to fight his way into the top 50 of the early Dharma stage battle merit list and is qualified to enter the Seventh Patriarch's altar. Both of you are from the North Sea, so it's only natural that you get to know each other!"
Lu Ping glanced at Ouyang Weijian, who was standing at the back of the group in the Crystal Palace, and saw that Ouyang Weijian was also looking at him. Their eyes met in mid-air, but Ouyang Weijian immediately avoided his gaze.
Lu Ping chuckled and said, "There's no need for that. My 'friendship' with Fellow Daoist Ouyang is much deeper than you can imagine!"
Just as Lu Ping and Qin Shijun were testing each other, the news of the arrival of the North Sea Water Sword Celestial had already spread among the adepts of the various sects who had come to West River. There were at least ten Divine Consciousnesses circling around Lu Ping from different directions, some of them even brazenly trying to provoke Lu Ping.
Lu Ping's face darkened, and he snorted coldly. Most of the masters of the Divine Consciousnesses around him seemed to hear the sound of a bell exploding in their ears, and they were so shocked that their minds were shaken.
There were still some cultivators who didn't give up, or who had high self-esteem, who tried to use their Divine Consciousnesses to fight back. Unexpectedly, before their Divine Consciousnesses could get within 100 feet of Lu Ping, a layer of green flame suddenly appeared in their Divine Consciousnesses.
The cultivators who recognized this layer of green flame felt their hearts skip a beat, and they hurriedly retreated. However, there were still some reckless and ignorant country bumpkins who didn't believe in the evil and bumped into it, but their Divine Consciousnesses were directly injured by the Green Soul Fire.
At this moment, the Divine Consciousnesses immediately retreated like frightened rabbits, while Lu Ping's Divine Consciousnesses swept across a radius of nearly 100 miles in one fell swoop like a flood bursting a dam. In an instant, all those who tried to provoke Lu Ping with their Divine Consciousnesses were captured by Lu Ping's Divine Consciousnesses.
And at this moment, a few of the cultivators who had suffered under Lu Ping's hands were now pale, their bodies swaying, and the more miserable ones even couldn't help but scream.
And at the moment when Lu Ping's Divine Consciousnesses suddenly erupted, even Qin Shijun, who was standing in front of Lu Ping and chatting with him, was momentarily shocked by Lu Ping's tyrannical Divine Consciousnesses, and his expression changed.
This time, Lu Ping didn't conceal the torrent of his Divine Consciousnesses. After going through a series of battles, Lu Ping's Divine Consciousnesses had been honed to the point of being extremely tough. Although he was still one step away from the Divine Consciousnesses of a true Pure Yang adept, the unparalleled power that his Divine Consciousnesses carried when it swept across was already not much different from that of a Pure Yang adept in the eyes of a Great Cultivator.
For a moment, the cultivators who had been sensed by Lu Ping's Divine Consciousnesses fell silent. Only now did they realize that the person they had just provoked was a freakishly tyrannical existence. This included the few mid Dharma adepts of the Crystal Palace behind Qin Shijun.
As a cultivator from a medium-sized sect, Lu Ping had firmly suppressed the heirs of all the famous sects and holy lands under the Battle Merit Ranking. He had long known that he had become the target of these people.
In front of these people, Lu Ping couldn't back down even the slightest bit. The moment he showed weakness, these people would become even more arrogant and unscrupulous. Lu Ping could only use his most tyrannical methods to frighten all these people and prove the huge gap between them. Only then would these people know how difficult it was to get them to back off.
"Haha, which blind person is provoking you again, Brother Lu? Could it be that even now, there is still someone who doubts your cultivation and strength?"
In the distance, a few streaks of light glided down. Lu Ping had a smile on his face as he said, "Brother Xie, Brother Su, Brother Sang, you're early!"
Xie Tianyang laughed and gave way to a thirty-year-old cultivator beside him. He said, "Brother Lu, let me introduce you. This is my second senior, Fan Mingjie. Senior Brother Fan has known you for a long time, and this time, he specially asked me to introduce you to him!"
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