The Demon Lord against the White Emperor. Whether in terms of cultivation level or status, this battle had the right to be compared to the three battles from one thousand years ago.
Somewhat regretfully, there was no audience for this battle.
There had also been no audience for the battle between Zhou Dufu and Chen Xuanba in the Garden of Zhou, but afterwards, Zhou Dufu had recounted the details of that battle many times, and in an extremely rare display of undisguised admiration, even clearly stating that he wanted to proclaim Chen Xuanba's awesomeness.
As for this battle, neither the Demon Lord nor the White Emperor spoke of it afterwards, so no one knew the details of this battle.
No one even knew the result of this battle.
The entire world only knew that after that day, on the snowy plains to the north of Mount Han, a massive pit had suddenly appeared. This pit in the snowy plains was around thirty zhang deep and ten-some li in circumference. Standing at the bottom of the pit and looking around, one would feel like they were still standing in the plains.
This was the hardest mark left behind by this battle, as well as the most direct description of the intensity of the battle.
The area affected by this battle was even greater. Seventy li to the north of the snowy plains was a cold-resistant forest. After the battle, demon hunters who were familiar with the area were actually unable to find the slightest trace of that forest, and the wolf cavalry hidden in the forest had also strangely disappeared.
Even the world seventy li away had been destroyed, let alone the snowy plains at the center of the battlefield.
There were no traces of life at the bottom of the pit, only rocks that had once been incomparably hard but now been pulverized. There were also no corpses. The snow foxes and even smaller creatures that might have once lived here had already vanished without a trace. Only a few bloodstains could be seen in the depths of the gravel.
Even more frightening was that the bottom of the pit was still warm from the battle, scalding to an unimaginable degree. Wisps of smoke rose from it, as if a star had once fallen here.
Such a scalding pit naturally could not accumulate snowflakes. When the snowflakes fell, they melted into water, gradually forming a thin stream, then a stream, then a lake. As the wind and snow continued to blow, the water level continued to rise. This continued for many years. Thus, on the snowy plains to the north of Mount Han, a blue lake that never froze all year round appeared.
Just like the Heaven Lake at the summit of Mount Han.
Of course, this was a matter for many years to come. As for back then, no one knew that a pit had suddenly appeared in the snowy plains to the north of Mount Han, and that in a few years, it would become a lake. And no one knew that a battle had taken place here, so naturally no one knew the result of this battle.
There were only three spectators for this battle.
After the battle ended, two of them walked out of the snowstorm.
The one walking in front was a middle-aged Daoist who looked very ordinary. The one walking at the back was a young man who was not ordinary at all. He was lame and had a crutch under his armpit. His black hair hung in front of his eyes, covering half of his face. They were precisely Daoist Ji and … Yuren, who had disappeared from Xining Village after no one had found them.
The White Emperor looked at Daoist Ji and slowly nodded.
Daoist Ji leaned forward slightly, returning the greeting.
The White Emperor glanced at Yuren, then turned and vanished into the snowstorm.
Daoist Ji gazed northward and calmly gazed for a while, then he brought Yuren and disappeared into the snowstorm in another direction.
From start to finish, no one spoke.
In the snowy plains of the north, hundreds of miles away, Black Robe put away the somewhat tattered metal plate and looked south.
The snowy wind whistled and lifted a corner of his hood, revealing the lower half of his face.
There was no expression on his face. Coupled with his pale green skin, he looked exceptionally demonic and terrifying. Yet even if one could only see a very small part of his face, only his lower jaw and mouth, it still made one feel that he was very beautiful. To make such a demonic face feel beautiful, just how beautiful was the face itself?
Not long after Daoist Ji and Yuren disappeared into the snowstorm, he pulled on his hood and turned to walk north.
Before he could even get close to Xuelao City, he was blocked by a massive shadow in the snowy plains.
This was an extremely large Mountain-toppling Fiend.
The ruthless and terrifying Mountain-toppling Fiend seemed extremely docile at this moment, because it was a mount.
A cold and ruthless voice rose from the Mountain-toppling Fiend's horn.
"It seems that this commander is still a little late."
The Demon Commander sat on the horn, propping up her chin as she coldly gazed at Black Robe.
Her armor was covered in golden lines and green rust, looking extremely dazzling.
Her voice was abnormally cold and coarse, grating like metal scraping against each other.
Black Robe paid no attention to this second-ranked demon expert. With his head lowered, he silently prepared to walk past.
The Demon Commander's voice grew angry as she shrilly yelled, "As a Military Advisor, you actually failed to dissuade His Majesty! Just what crime do you deserve!"
Black Robe's voice was very indifferent and tasteless. "His Majesty has safely returned, so why should we worry ourselves?"
The Demon Commander was even more enraged, loudly rebuking, "His Majesty is heavily injured, and you dare say that I am worrying over nothing?"
Hearing this, Black Robe finally stopped. Raising her head to the mountainous Mountain-toppling Fiend, she coldly said, "You dare test His Majesty's injuries from me? If His Majesty learns of this, you will die a very ugly death. "
The Demon Commander coldly snorted. "Do you think that His Majesty will still trust you like before?"
Black Robe calmly replied, "His Majesty has already trusted me for several centuries, and he will trust me for even longer."
The Demon Commander shrilly said, "If His Majesty really is heavily injured, just who do you think can protect your life? Don't forget how many ministers you've executed in Xuelao City over the years, how many elders you've offended! And even if you've rendered a great service to my Divine race, you're still a human! "
Black Robe paid no more attention to him and continued to walk into the snowstorm.
No one knew of this conversation in the snowstorm, and even if they did, it was very normal.
To the demon soldiers, it had always been a very common occurrence for a military advisor and a Demon Commander to be at odds.
Yet if one carefully considered it, one could actually realize that this conversation concealed many meanings and was very unusual.
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After a thousand years, the Demon Lord had reappeared in the mortal world. The continent was in turmoil and the atmosphere was extremely tense, and Mount Han, as the source of all this, was even more so.
The Heavenstone array had been forcefully broken open by the Demon Lord, the several thousand Heavenstones returned to their places. The empty spaces in the meadows, cliffs, and lakes were filled once more. The injured were carried to the summit for treatment, the dead were sent back to their hometowns, and the collapsed mountain paths and cliffs began to be repaired. However, the already changed atmosphere could not return to its former tranquility. The stewards of the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets and the cultivators participating in the Boiling Stone Summit all had very nervous expressions.
Even now, not many people knew what had happened in the last few days or why the supreme experts of the human world had all rushed to Mount Han. The truth was still shrouded in a dense fog, but everyone could sense that something major had happened, because of the heavy security and also because of the oppressive atmosphere coming from the small buildings by the lake.
Linghai Zhiwang and Mao Qiuyu, who had initially been refused entry outside Mount Han by the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets, now appeared on the summit. They stood outside a small building, their complexions abnormally ugly.
There were ten-some small buildings by the lake, arranged for the cultivators participating in the Boiling Stone Summit to live in. This small building had the best position, facing the lake and backed by the mountain. It was exceptionally quiet, and the view from it was also the best. But it was obvious that this could not improve the mood of Mao Qiuyu and Linghai Zhiwang in the slightest.
Because Chen Changsheng was currently unconscious in the small building.
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There was another chapter at eight in the evening.
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