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Ten days passed in the blink of an eye, and the young disciples of the Northern Region finally ushered in the day to leave the battlefield between humans and demons and return to the Northern Region.

On this day, crimson sunlight shone on the square of Zhenmo City, and the city lord of Zhenmo City personally appeared.

He stood tall and straight like a pine tree, his spine ramrod straight, as if he could support the entire world. His gaze was dignified yet kind, like that of a strict but loving elder.

The city lord gazed quietly at his young disciples who had been tempered by war, a look of satisfaction on his face, as if he were seeing saplings growing strong and ready to become towering trees in the future.

"My young disciples, your performance in the battle between humans and demons was commendable. Regardless of victory or defeat, you all made efforts to protect this continent."

The city lord's voice was steady and powerful, each word striking the hearts of the crowd like a heavy hammer.

"Especially this time in the Demon Suppression Tower, we successfully thwarted the demons' conspiracy, which saved humanity a great deal of trouble."

"It was a thrilling battle. You did not back down or show any fear. With your courage and wisdom, you protected our homeland."

His gaze swept over each disciple, his eyes full of affirmation and approval.

The remaining disciples from each sect listened respectfully to the city lord's encouragement, their eyes filled with reverence and determination.

They stood there quietly, their posture upright, as if assuring the city lord that they would be even braver and more determined in the future.

"I hope that after you return, you will not forget your original aspirations and will continue to forge ahead." The city lord's voice echoed in the square, lingering for a long time.

"This continent needs you; the future of humanity rests on your shoulders. Remember, no matter how great the difficulties, hold fast to your beliefs and forge ahead. May humanity prosper forever."

May humanity prosper forever!

May humanity prosper forever!

May humanity prosper forever!

……

Driven by the soldiers of Zhenmo City, the teleportation array emitted bursts of dazzling white light. The light was initially just a faint point, like the first light before dawn.

Gradually, the light grew stronger, like the rising sun, radiating boundless brilliance. Powerful energy fluctuations emanated from the teleportation array, forming visible ripples.

The light gradually enveloped the figures of everyone, like a soft veil. Their forms blurred within the light, as if they were about to merge into it.

In the blink of an eye, everyone vanished from their spot. Only the light of the teleportation array remained, gradually dimming until it finally returned to calm.

At the same time, the performance of disciples from various sects in the human-demon battlefield was also transmitted back to the Northern Region through special channels for the understanding of the sect leaders.

These messages spread swiftly, like birds in flight, to every corner of the Northern Region.

Upon returning to the Northern Region, the disciples of various sects were stunned by the current situation there before they even had a chance to rest.

The disciples from various sects gathered together, looking at each other in disbelief.

"What? The Burning Flame Sect and the Cloud Mist Sect have both defected to the Demon Clan? How is that possible!" A disciple said in a trembling voice, his eyes wide open, his face full of disbelief.

"Yes, it's unbelievable! How could they do something so treacherous to humanity!" Another disciple clenched his fist, furious.

"Such a great change has occurred in the Northern Region. What should we do?" a disciple said worriedly, his brows furrowed and his eyes full of concern.

"I never imagined that such a big thing would happen at home while we were fighting on the battlefield between humans and demons." Another disciple shook his head and sighed helplessly.

"The demons are becoming increasingly rampant, and the future of our Northern Region is bleak!"

"Those two traitorous sects actually established themselves near the Western Regions and filled the area with demonic energy. They are a disgrace to the Northern Regions!"

A disciple of the Mulan Sect said through gritted teeth, his eyes filled with anger.

The crowd was abuzz with discussion, deeply worried about the situation in the Northern Region. Their voices were filled with anxiety and unease, as if the future held an unknown fear.

While the disciples of various sects were astonished, the sects of the Northern Region were equally shocked to learn of Fan Tong, a freak, emerging from the Fengqing Sect after receiving news of the Human-Demon Battlefield.

"Who exactly is this Fan Tong? How could he lead the Fengqing Sect to such great success in the human-demon battlefield?" An elder asked with a frown.

"It seems the Fengqing Sect is about to rise to prominence," another elder said worriedly, his eyes filled with vigilance.

"Yes! Feng Qingyang's strength has surpassed ours by a large margin, and with Fan Tong added to the mix, it seems the Northern Region is indeed about to undergo a major upheaval!"

The crowd was abuzz with discussion, filled with curiosity and interest in Fan Tong.

……

"This incident is of great importance. We have already reported this matter to the Central Region and are waiting to see what instructions the people from the Central Region will give."

Jian Wuhen gathered the leaders of each sect together and spoke in a heavy tone.

"As for the remaining Northern Region Grand Competition, Sect Master Feng Qingyang and I have discussed it and decided that the individual competitions of the disciples from each sect will be held here together with the arrival of people from the Central Region!"

"Given how big of a thing has happened, let's return to our sect for now and deal with the current situation!"

After Jian Wuhen finished speaking, he led the disciples of Fengjian Sect and the people of Fengqing Sect back to their respective sects.

Filled with joy at having taken a commanding lead in the first stage of the Northern Region Grand Competition, Feng Qingyang, the sect leader of Feng Qing Sect, led his disciples back to the sect.

As soon as they stepped into the sect, they heard the joyful sound of gongs and drums resounding through the sky. The sound of the gongs and drums was exciting and enthusiastic, as if it was telling of the joy of victory.

The sect was decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers, and red silk ribbons fluttered everywhere, creating a joyous atmosphere. The bright red ribbons danced in the breeze, like cheerful sprites.

In the square, a huge bonfire roared, its golden flames leaping and illuminating the smiling faces of the crowd. The firelight reflected in everyone's eyes, shimmering with joy and hope.

The disciples gathered in small groups, their laughter and chatter filling the air. Some sat together, enjoying delicious food, clinking glasses, and creating a lively atmosphere.

The table was laden with a sumptuous feast. The golden-brown, crispy roasted meat emitted an enticing aroma, the fragrant spiritual fruits looked incredibly delicious, and the mellow wine was intoxicating.

Some disciples were dancing joyfully, their figures light and graceful, like butterflies fluttering in the air.

Skirts fluttered, ribbons danced, and their graceful movements were captivating. Their steps were light and agile, as if they were walking on clouds.

"Congratulations on your triumphant return, Sect Master!" Elder Dongfang Yao stepped forward to greet Feng Qingyang, his face beaming with excitement as he bowed.

"Elder, you're so thoughtful! To have such a welcoming ceremony!" Feng Qingyang said with a faint smile.

"With our sect leader possessing such high cultivation, and considering the performance of our disciples on the battlefield between humans and demons, the revival of our Fengqing Sect is just around the corner!"

"Everyone performed very well on the battlefield between humans and demons, and did not disgrace our Fengqing Sect. Now, let's go and relax!"

The Grand Elder seemed to see the prosperous scene of the Fengqing Sect and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

With the exception of a few individuals, all the disciples heading to the Human-Demon Battlefield saw Feng Qingyang nod before joining the bustling crowd of disciples.

Fan Tong greeted Meng Yao, but then quietly went to Shen Youtu, the master of the Scripture Pavilion.

Shen Youtu was sitting at his desk in the pavilion, holding an ancient book in his hand. His expression was focused and serious, as if these ancient books contained endless mysteries.

Seeing Fan Tong enter, he put down the book he was holding, smiled, and asked,

"Fan Tong, why are you here to see me instead of celebrating with everyone?"