Ancient Fiend Dragon Emperor

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"

Figures shot out from within the group of Extraterritorial Demons.

Su Han emerged, followed by the Eastern Ancestor, the Northern Ancestor, and Xuanyuan Qiong. Except for the Old Woman, the Dragon Venerate Realm elder and middle-aged man also came out with their Primordial Spirits.

In the process, thirteen Dragon Emperor Realm individuals failed to escape in time and perished under the eight Demon Venerate Level Extraterritorial Demons.

They reached out their hands, grasping toward the Barren Land here, their eyes fixed on this nearby place, filled with unwillingness.

"Just a little more, just a little more…"

A Dragon Emperor Realm individual spoke, their voice heard by Su Han and the others.

Their voice was not loud, yet it was like thunder, causing all those who escaped to feel a fierce tremor in their hearts.

"Roar!!!"

The Extraterritorial Demons stood outside the Barren Land, only about ten meters away from Su Han and the others.

They roared but dared not advance, even the eight Demon Venerate Level Extraterritorial Demons merely roared, with murderous intent and ferocity in their eyes, seemingly afraid of something within this Barren Land.

Hundreds of Dragon Emperor Realm individuals stood here, looking at the Extraterritorial Demons, and fell silent.

The intense sense of crisis slowly dissipated from their hearts, the scene of being surrounded by Extraterritorial Demons still lingering in their minds.

This was definitely the greatest crisis they had ever experienced in their lives, without exception!

A hairbreadth, if they hesitated for even a moment, they would not be standing here unharmed now.

"Finally, made it out…"

Someone spoke softly, mixed with sighs, relaxation, and a touch of regret and sorrow.

Being alive should be something fortunate and joyful, yet at this moment, their moods were extremely heavy.

Yes, they survived, but some… have died.

They self-destructed before dying, not for themselves, but for those who were still alive.

Many factions harbored resentments and animosity towards each other, grudges they believed could never be resolved.

But at this moment, those grievances seemed to dissipate.

They had no inclination to retaliate against one another, gratitude filled their eyes instead.

"Sister…"

Yun Qianqian half-knelt there, tears glistening in her eyes.

"Just a little more, just a little more!!!"

She screamed, venting the boundless sorrow in her heart.

Yes, just a little more.

If the Demon Lord Level Extraterritorial Demon hadn't broken through the Yun Family's Dragon Emperor Realm barrier, Yun Congcong wouldn't have died, and Song Mingshu wouldn't have either.

The light of the Xumi Ring of the Holy Son would have enveloped them, allowing Su Han to bring them alive to the Barren Land.

But it was just that little bit that marked a world of difference—this Heaven is the heaven of paradise, and this Earth is the earth of hell.

"If not for that little bit, perhaps she would never have had enlightenment," Su Han spoke, softly comforting.

How could Yun Qianqian not understand? But who can predict what will happen in the future?

At least, she saw Yun Congcong find clarity, at least, she saw Yun Congcong self-destruct for the Yun Family disciples.

In silence, Su Han waved his hand, and many figures began to appear.

Tens of millions filled this place, almost completely covering it. Upon their appearance, their nerves were tense, ready to act.

Once they saw everything before them, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Then… silence again.

Sorrow, sadness, grief, desolation, fierceness…

Various emotions were reflected on their faces.

No one laughed or showed excitement or happiness for being alive, because everyone knew that while they lived, many sacrificed to make that possible, leaving only corpses behind.

They could not rejoice.

"Bang!"

Unknowingly, a dull sound suddenly interrupted the quiet.

A figure knelt toward the place of the Extraterritorial Demons.

"Bang bang bang…"

Following this person, many figures knelt one after another, looking around; apart from the Dragon Emperor Realm individuals, tens of millions were kneeling here at this moment.

They knelt not to the Extraterritorial Demons but to the fallen Dragon Emperor Realm, to Yun Congcong, to Song Mingshu, to the self-destructed Dragon Venerate Realm Old Woman, to all who have died!

This bow shook the heavens and the earth.

This bow mourned the eight directions.

This bow resolved grievances.

This bow… should be a bow!

"Enough."

After about ten breaths, Su Han spoke, his voice reaching everyone's ears.

"The deceased have passed. It won't be too late to grieve in the future. For now, let's settle down, these Extraterritorial Demons will be dealt with one by one sooner or later!"

After speaking, Su Han turned and headed toward the vast palace complexes in the Barren Land.

Was he not saddened?

How could he not be!

This time, just from the Phoenix Sect, including the Guu Family and Xuanyuan Clan, nearly ten Dragon Emperor Realm individuals died, at least ten thousand in the Dragon God Realm, and below the Dragon God… a total of fifty thousand perished at the hands of the Extraterritorial Demons.

Among these individuals were members of the Five Divine Guard Corps, the Three Great Legions, ordinary disciples, Xuanyuan Clan disciples, Guu Family juniors, and those who fought alongside him since the establishment of the Phoenix Sect!

Fortunate are Liuyun, Hong Chen, Shangguan Mingxin, and others, who are still alive.

Sorrow is indeed present, but now is not the time for grief; the Cultivator Alliance here seems safe, but it probably won't be as peaceful as expected. Settling here might require some price.

Those three items, the Cultivator Alliance hasn't demanded from them, have they?

Perhaps, a big battle waits for them, and this battle won't be against the Extraterritorial Demons but… against the Cultivator Alliance!

"Let's go!" Su Han spoke.

"Wait a moment!"

Just then, the Dragon Venerate Realm elder from the Holy Spirit Palace, now just a Primordial Spirit, suddenly spoke, slightly bowing and cupping his fists toward Su Han.

"I am Bai Nanxing, the ancestor of the Holy Spirit Palace. Since becoming a Dragon Venerate, I have admired only one person—Nangong Duanchen of the One Slash Palace."

The elder continued: "But now, a second person has emerged, and that is you, Su Baliu. I call you Su Zun, the future you will surely bear the title of 'Su Zun'."

"Today, Su Zun saved hundreds of forces, tens of millions of lives, including nearly ten million disciples of my Holy Spirit Palace. I, as a Dragon Venerate, bow to you."

"Thanks to Su Zun!"

These words caused everyone to be moved.

After the grief, their hearts filled with gratitude.

And the one they were grateful for… was naturally Su Han.

If not for Su Han, even if it were just the last three hundred meters, they might not have made it through, and perhaps they might have all perished at the hands of the Extraterritorial Demons.