Saint Emperor Devourer of Heaven

"Did you enjoy it?"

Mi Qing and Mi Tian's answer was, of course, yes!

Their eyes still held a boiling battle intent as they recounted to Jun Wuxie how many Saint Sovereign Realm enemies they had killed, and how many Half-Step Saint Sovereigns they had smashed to death with a single blow.

Especially Mi Tian, who spoke with animated eyebrows and waving hands. Coupled with his penchant for using his original form, he looked rather amusing.

"Lord Jun, when will there be another fight?"

Mi Tian rubbed his hairy hands, his eyes burning with the light of battle.

"I'm afraid you'll have to wait a while."

Hearing Jun Wuxie's reply, Mi Tian looked disappointed, muttering that it would take so long.

"Not satisfied? How about I spar with you to your heart's content?"

Jun Wuxie earnestly offered to accompany Mi Tian in a fight until he was satisfied and had no more desire to battle.

The fur on Mi Tian's face twitched, and he shrank his neck, deflated.

It was true that the blood of battle flowed in his veins, but that didn't mean he had masochistic tendencies.

He wasn't a masochist who sought pleasure in being beaten.

"Lord Jun, don't mind my brother. After this great battle, our long-suppressed battle intent has been released. We need to enter secluded meditation, and perhaps gain new insights into the battle arts we cultivate."

"Go then. You're the steady one, Mi Qing."

Jun Wuxie smiled, implying that Mi Tian was too boisterous.

"Lord Jun!"

General Zhenxi arrived with his officers, having just recovered from their shock. They hurriedly came to pay their respects.

What they had experienced today was like a dream to them. Even now, it felt unreal, and they feared suddenly waking up.

The invincible Great Sacrificial Army, fifty to sixty million strong, had been completely annihilated, with not a single one escaping!

In this battle, countless generals and Saint Hall powerhouses from the Sacrificial Earth Dynasty had died!

Having led armies for so many years, he had fought many tough battles and achieved many victories, but such a record was unbelievable. The kill ratio was terrifying!

The Xuanjia Army's combat strength and teamwork were astonishing!

With such an army, what could the Dynasty fear in defending against enemies?

And Lord Jun's strength was even more shocking and exhilarating!

Such a young Lord Jun was so powerful, and the Dynasty also had a silver-haired Rune Master who could kill Supreme Realm experts supporting them!

"You all saw the Xuanjia Army's bravery?"

"Replying to Lord Jun, we all saw it! Before this, we never imagined that there could be an army with such perfect coordination!"

"The Xuanjia Army's strength lies not only in the techniques they cultivate and their teamwork, but also in their spirit and their faith! You should all learn from them in every way. After the Xuanjia Army has dealt with the aftermath of the battle, I will allow you to go and ask for guidance."

"Thank you, Lord Jun!"

General Zhenxi and the officers were immediately overjoyed.

"Go now and help clean up the battlefield."

"As you command, Lord Jun!"

…

As dusk fell, the light in the sky was very dim. The last rays of the setting sun lingered on the horizon, tinged with dark red, like the battlefield outside the city that had turned into a bloody swamp.

The pungent smell of blood wafted in the evening breeze, and flocks of vultures landed on the ground, searching for food in the bloody mud, occasionally letting out cries.

Jun Wuxie had been standing on the city wall for a long time, just looking at the battlefield, watching the last trace of red in the west about to disappear.

Of course, he wasn't admiring the scenery. The thought of the Abyss Plague made him think of Ye Qingxue, who had gone to the Primordial Era in the Reverse Spacetime River.

It had been a long time since he had seen her.

The longer the time passed, the more uneasy he felt, and the more worried he became.

However, even with his Rune Dao cultivation, reaching the Primordial Saint level, what could he do?

In this universe, in terms of Rune Dao cultivation, he was already a strong person, but that kind of strength was far from the level she was at.

She was no longer the pitiful little girl who needed his protection.

She had become so powerful that he no longer had the ability to protect her, but instead needed her protection.

It wasn't until the sky was completely dark that Jun Wuxie left the city wall. He spread his divine sense to understand the situation in the other directions where the Sacrificial Earth Dynasty was attacking.

There, among the armies of the various dynasties, were many experts from the major sects of Hanzhou.

But these experts were just there to die.

He had already made arrangements and naturally didn't need to worry.

Those dynasty armies had suffered heavy casualties in the first day's siege, paying a huge price, and had now retreated, stationed outside the buffer zone to rest.

"Within a few months, the Sacrificial Earth Dynasty's army should not attack again."

Jun Wuxie muttered to himself, using his divine sense to instruct the generals, and then he entered the Eight Nine Profound Palace.

He looked at his master, Mu Ciyin. Her condition was now very stable, taking the upper hand, and there was no possibility of an accident. It just needed time.

Then he went to Jingya's place, to that valley.

"You have something on your mind."

Jingya was very happy to see him and ran over gracefully, but the smile on her intellectual and beautiful face gradually disappeared, and her moth-like eyebrows furrowed slightly.

She rarely saw him with such an expression. She could feel that his worries were deep and heavy.

He had only shown such an expression back in the lower realm when the doomsday torrent was about to arrive.

Jun Wuxie shook his head gently. He didn't know how to say some things, and whether it was the matter of the Abyss Plague causing a strong reaction in his Chaos Bloodline, or the matter of Ye Qingxue, he felt that he shouldn't tell Jingya about them at the moment.

Of course, it wasn't that he didn't trust her, so he didn't want to tell her about his secrets, but that these matters were extraordinary, and he didn't want her to worry about him.

"But if you're like this, Aunt Jing will worry."

Jingya's eyes were gentle, her eyebrows full of affection, gently stroking his face, her eyes a little dazed.

"It's nothing big, just thinking about the future development path of the Dynasty. The Fallen Red Dust will definitely continue to target us, instigating more dynasties to besiege us."

"Is that really it?"

Jingya didn't quite believe it.

Hearing this, the corners of Jun Wuxie's mouth rose slightly, with a hint of dominance and wickedness. "What? Is my Aunt Jing being naughty? Even questioning your man's words?"

"You know that Aunt Jing isn't like that. In front of you, isn't Aunt Jing obedient enough?"

Jingya leaned forward, resting her soft body in his arms, her face pressed tightly against his broad and strong chest, her jade arms also wrapped around his waist, nestling in his arms like a bird.

In fact, she had always been a little woman in front of him, gentle, considerate, and understanding.

Jun Wuxie kissed her hair, and then pulled her into the hut by the lake.

Jingya's face was a little shy, and a little expectant. Her eyes were almost dripping with water at this moment, rippling with autumn waves.

After Jun Wuxie entered the house, he sat cross-legged directly on the bed, as if he had entered a meditative state.

Jingya was slightly stunned. She had actually misunderstood. Her face was even redder. She covered her cheeks with her hands, feeling hot.

At this moment, Jun Wuxie's primordial spirit had already entered the Eternal Life Divine Palace and was walking towards the Zhenyu Tower.

He had come in this time, of course, to talk to Suzaku about the Abyss Plague.