After conquering the Empress, I proved my Dao with the Heaven and Earth Spirit Furnace!

The members of the Jinwu tribe all around also fell silent.

They were not bloodthirsty people, but seeing the despair of the Barbarian Stone Tribe members, they were reminded of their own past.

If Qin Chuan hadn't returned, perhaps they would have ended up like the Man Shi tribe.

Continue this call until the very end.

Time passes little by little.

Within the black light curtain, members of the Barbarian Stone Tribe began to wither away.

Its life force gradually died out, it became a dried-up corpse, and collapsed.

With their deaths, with life taking flight.

Within this formation, a white vortex is gradually condensing.

More and more of their people became mummies.

The high priest's face was withered, and he looked as if he had just crawled out of his grave.

His whole body was filled with deathly energy, yet he still looked up at the sky.

Even though his eyes were lifeless, his voice still echoed.

"Ancestor, did we do something wrong...?"

"Ancestor, please answer me, did we do something wrong? Why don't you come..."

One thousand, two thousand, three thousand…

Until all ten thousand members of the tribe fell and became mummies.

Even the Xuanzong cultivators began to tremble, and the totem demons let out mournful, helpless cries.

The high priest of the Barbarian Stone tribe gave a bitter laugh.

As she laughed, her voice gradually became mournful, filled with deep resentment.

In that instant, it erupted with a deafening roar.

"Ancestor, why aren't you here?!"

As his mournful cries echoed, the surviving Xuanzong cultivators also cried out in anguish, their resentment spreading.

They all looked up and let out their final roar.

"Why...why didn't you come?!"

boom!

Inside the light curtain, all the Xuanzong cultivators became mummies, and the totem demons died tragically.

At this moment, only the high priest remained, his life extinguished amidst bitter laughter and resentment.

The black light curtain disappeared the instant they all died.

The white vortex floating inside had now condensed into a white bead.

The bead did not magically appear and disappear as Qin Chuan had predicted.

Instead, it floated there until it was taken away by the Jinwu tribe, and there was nothing unusual about it.

This scene made Qin Chuan frown slightly as he looked up at the sky.

"Ancestor Yuwen, what are you thinking...?"

Qin Chuan was silent.

After a long while, he suddenly shuddered.

At this moment, within the space of the Heaven and Earth Spirit Furnace, the demon spirit obtained in the Immortal Bridge Realm is radiating a dazzling light.

The light grew even stronger, and within it, a faint suction force emanated.

Qin Chuan's eyes flashed. He thought of the opening of the Ancient Realm of Demon Immortals. Calculating the date, there was still some time to go.

But now it seems that it has started ahead of schedule.

"Ancestor Yuwen, whatever you're thinking, this battle is unavoidable for both of us!"

Qin Chuan's gaze swept over the Golden Crow tribe members, over A Da, and over the savage giant.

As soon as he raised his right hand and waved it, the surrounding red light curtain immediately contracted.

When it transformed into a blood-red unicorn, it appeared at Qin Chuan's feet.

Standing atop the Blood Kirin, Qin Chuan gazed into the distance.

“I’m going to the mountain gate of the Barbarian Stone Tribe. You… don’t need to follow me.”

Qin Chuan glanced back at the members of the Golden Crow tribe, their eyes filled with fervent reverence.

He sensed that the surroundings were filled with a strong power of faith.

This power permeated Qin Chuan's surroundings, layering over him and even merging into his body.

As his cultivation was circulating, Qin Chuan's cultivation level, at this moment, seemed to be unaffected by any technique.

As he turned around, Qin Chuan waved his hand.

Collect all the corpses of the Barbarian Stone Tribe members on this battlefield into the Heaven and Earth Spirit Furnace.

Then the Blood Kirin flickered and roared away into the distance.

"Your Majesty, will you... return?"

Behind Qin Chuan, the Jinwu tribe bowed in unison.

Wu Yi and Wu Shan, standing in the crowd, watched Qin Chuan depart into the distance, a hint of melancholy in their eyes.

The speaker was Wu Yi, whose kindness to Qin Chuan was different from that of others.

"Will do."

Qin Chuan paused in mid-air, spoke softly, and then disappeared into the distance.

Ah Da let out a few whimpers in mid-air, and Qin Chuan's gaze before leaving held encouragement for it.

The vines and thorns swayed on the ground, seemingly gazing at the sky as Qin Chuan departed.

And those clansmen who migrated along with Qin Chuan back then.

Deep down, they felt even more melancholy.

They didn't know that their next meeting would be many years later, or perhaps they would no longer be alive.

Qin Chuan left, with Xiao Bai perched on his shoulder.

It would occasionally turn back to look at the Bifang beast in the Golden Crow tribe, until it disappeared into the distance.

It had a vague premonition that perhaps the next meeting would be many years later, maybe even longer...

However, Xiao Bai quickly turned his head, his eyes shining, and stared at the Blood Qilin.

Those eyes held a fierce fervor.

The Blood Qilin seemed to sense something as well, and turned its head to look in surprise.

Xiao Bai suddenly adopted the demeanor of a refined gentleman, and even grinned kindly at the Blood Qilin.

Xiaobai glanced subconsciously at the Bifang beast in the distance and breathed a sigh of relief when it saw that the other was still grieving.

At this very moment, on the Qinghai Lake in the Western Regions.

Suddenly, a void rift appeared in mid-air, revealing a stunningly beautiful woman in a pink gauze dress.

I walked out, feeling annoyed.

"The Ancient Realm of Demons and Immortals has been opened. When the teleportation power is at its strongest..."

Anyone carrying a demon spirit will be transported into it.

Qin Chuan, I'll remember you! Wait… he's not continuing his demon transformation?

The woman was Qing Li, and at that moment she gritted her teeth and looked at Qing Hai.

He paused for a moment, then beamed with joy.

"At least you still have some conscience and know to be responsible to this great lady!"

Qingli snorted, chose an island peak, sat cross-legged, and waited for the opening of the Ancient Realm of Demon Immortals.

At the same time, there are also some on the land of Mo Tu.

They all sensed the teleportation power and waited.

……

The members of the Barbarian Stone Tribe died tragically, filled with resentment, within the black light barrier of the Soul-Destroying Nails.

Inside the mountain gate of the Manshi tribe, in the forbidden area where Ancestor Yuwen sat cross-legged in meditation.

His eyes suddenly opened at the moment the Man Shi tribesman died.

A cold glint and ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

Around him, one after another, souls composed of resentment gradually appeared.

These souls are remnants.

Their main souls have perished; what appears now are the remnants of their thoughts residing within the mountain gate.

These wronged souls floated around Ancestor Yuwen, their silent, mournful cries echoing around them.

Ancestor Yuwen remained calm throughout, glancing at the tens of thousands of wronged souls around him.

“Your deaths are not meaningless...your deaths mean a great deal to me.”

It's not that I don't want to save you, but you... must die!

The more tragically you die, the more merciless my heart will become; the more fiercely you die, the more steadfast my path will become!

Qing'er's death prevented my path from being perfected. The only solution is to find a replacement for Qing'er.

And you… the 80,000 people of the Barbarian Stone Tribe, are Qing'er's replacement!

He spoke softly, as if murmuring.