Ning City.
Between heaven and earth, the dust has yet to settle, the aftermath of the great battle still lingers over Ning City.
The battle has ended.
No cheers, no music, no celebration.
Only silence, heavily pressing down on the city that was once prosperous and flourishing.
The wind carries the remnants of smoke, whispering mournfully through the ruins, as if the murmurs of ten thousand departed souls.
Then, at that moment.
No surprises, no thunder, no winds, no waves.
Chen Sheng’s figure slowly manifested from the void, at the very center of Ning City’s ruins.
His posture like a divine mountain, towering and unshakable.
Clad in a Profound Daoist Robe, clean as if washed, unstained by dust, contrasting sharply with the desolation beneath his feet.
Beneath him lay charred beams, shattered bricks, congealed bloodstains, beside him were collapsed buildings, overturned temples, a broken world.
Yet, around him, there naturally existed a halo, untouched by dust, unaffected by hostility, distant from the bloodshed.
It seemed as though all disaster, suffering, and ruin in this world were separated from him by an entire dimension.
Looking around, all was devastation.
Before, on this land, three Pure Blood Great Monarchs and five Golden Wu Warriors fought to the death without respite!
Where the gusts swept, city walls and buildings collapsed like paper mache.
Energy collided, causing the land for hundreds of miles to rise and fall like a furious sea.
The land twisted, mountains quaked, tearing deep chasms across Ning City’s adjacent territories.
The city half-destroyed, lives withered, remaining structures precariously teetering, a scene of apocalypse.
...
The citizens of Ning City, mostly devout believers of the Supreme Dao.
After this battle, they nearly faced complete annihilation, with countless deaths and injuries, horrifying beyond words.
Deep in the ruins, faint moans and cries for help persisted intermittently, like flickering candles in the wind, ready to be extinguished.
Beside the collapsed dwellings, a young boy, clothes tattered, covered in mud and blood, his voice hoarse from crying.
Empty eyes staring at Azure Heaven, tear marks still visible, weakly mumbling:
"Father... Mother..."
Not far away, an old woman trapped by a ton stone slab on her right leg, bones cracked, blood gushing, her face pale as paper, breathing weak to the utmost.
Yet she still struggled to raise her withered hand, earnestly prostrating towards the void, murmuring unceasingly:
"Celestial King bless us... Celestial King bless us..."
Countless believers were buried deep in the ruins, unable to cry for help, with only a thread of life remaining.
The severely wounded, with severed limbs and exposed flesh, in excruciating pain, clenched their teeth in silent prayers.
Wails, sobbing, pleas...
Pervading every inch of Ning City.
...
In the chaos.
Many warriors and core disciples were also actively contributing.
Bai Gongming, covered in dust, his Daoist robe stained with blood, yet still calm and composed, directing the Supreme Dao disciples to rescue with full effort.
"Over here!"
"First, save this old woman!"
"Let’s all use our strength together, and lift the stone!"
He was drenched in sweat, with his hands cut and bleeding from the rubble, yet remained unaware of the pain.
All the while managing the rescue, personally removing collapsed beams and boulders, rescuing trapped believers one by one, despite exhaustion, refusing to rest.
Just at this moment.
A supreme pressure enveloped Chen Sheng, like the Star Sea reversing, expanding forcefully.
In an instant, it shrouded the entire Ning City.
The world seemed to press mute.
All wails, sobs, cries for help ceased simultaneously.
Countless gazes, as though drawn by an Invisible Power, fixated uniformly on the figure standing atop the ruins.
"Daoist Master!"
"Celestial King!"
"We are saved!"
The voices echoed through the wilderness, revering as if to a deity.
The Golden Wu Warriors and guardian warriors were greatly shocked, their expressions solemn, all stepping forward quickly, kneeling on one knee, with postures like guns, their voices filled with utmost respect, resounding throughout the heavens:
"We pay our respects to the Celestial King! With the Celestial King’s divine prowess, the demons are decapitated, we are fortunate not to have failed!"
Bai Gongming in the distance was shaken to the core, his actions suddenly halted, he looked at the figure, fervor swirling in his eyes.
Though he was merely a core disciple, he was yet unworthy to approach the Celestial King.
He regarded those warriors with envy in his eyes.
Chen Sheng slightly nodded, his gaze calm, overlooking all beings.
He could clearly perceive, through the baptism of this battle, the faith in the hearts of surviving disciples and believers, growing purer and more steadfast, burning fiercely like sacred fire.
In every pair of eyes he touched with his gaze, there was awe, worship, dependence!
The sole light in the darkness!
The sole hope in desperation!
Chen Sheng’s gaze softly swept over Bai Gongming and the others.
Noting those who remained composed amidst the danger in this battle, sacrificing themselves for rescue, whose loyalty was beyond doubt, recording them in his heart.
Sifting through sands in a torrent, refining gold through fierce fire.
A battle such as this, these individuals will undoubtedly become the backbone of the Supreme Dao and be of great use in the future.
After a moment of silence.
Chen Sheng slowly spoke.
His voice was not loud, yet carried a majesty traversing heaven and earth, piercing to the soul.
Clearly transmitted to every ear, whether above ground, underground, near or far, none were left out.
"Believers."
"The descended demons have been completely annihilated by this king, from henceforth, this world will be free of such threats."
"Do not mourn those who died unfortunate deaths, they have already departed to the Celestial Pure Land, escaping earthly woes, attaining eternal peace."
As the word fell, the heavens seemed to resonate, carrying a certain magic, making all who heard feel calm and reassured!
The grieving believers gradually ceased their tears, despair replaced by a faint glimmer.
The child with the hoarse cry, bewildered, raised his head, looking towards Chen Sheng, light reigniting in his eyes.
The severely injured old woman wept like rain, struggled to bow, continually expressing her gratitude:
"Thank you, Celestial King... Thank you, Celestial King..."
Chen Sheng’s gaze once more swept the shattered remnants, his voice steady, imbued with irrefutable strength:
"Ning City, though destroyed, faith remains."
"Homes will surely be rebuilt, so that you may return to tranquility."
As his words concluded, he lightly uttered a word, his voice reaching Jiuxiao:
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