If Xuanyuan Jing knew that in Ye Jingyu's eyes, he was merely a small fry, one could only imagine his reaction.

However, with the death of the Demon Wolf King, the other demonic wolves seemed to lose their backbone, unable to maintain any semblance of dominance. Especially after Ye Jingyu's last strike, which had utterly shattered their morale; once the Wolf King fell, they scattered in every direction.

The dense pack of demonic wolves vanished completely within mere breaths, leaving the vast grassland silent once more.

Gazing at the field littered with corpses, at Ye Jingyu who needed Jiufeng to steady him as he stood, and watching the few others gradually drawing closer to Ye Jingyu, Gui Jianchou snorted coldly, his body dissolving into a streak of light as he bolted into the distance.

His power lagged not only behind Ye Jingyu but also behind Xuanyuan Jing. As one of the top talents among the younger generation, how could he allow himself to fall so far behind? He needed to strive harder!

As for Jiufeng, Gui Jianchou seemed to realize that the moment he attacked the Demon Wolf King without regard for her safety, it was already impossible to win back her heart.

If that was the case, then he should simply forget her...

With Gui Jianchou’s departure, Dugu Qian, Dugu Ruolan, and Dugu Lingtian also prepared to leave, but they were stopped by Ye Jingyu’s voice.

“Where are you heading now?” Ye Jingyu’s voice was not loud, but the scene was so vast and empty that it carried clearly.

“Returning to the Mortal Realm!” Dugu Qian stated flatly.

“Master has already gone. What use is there in you returning to the Mortal Realm now?” Ye Jingyu spoke with deep sorrow.

“What?” This pronouncement struck the three from the Dugu family with utter shock. Gone? What did 'gone' mean? Could it be that the mighty Dugu Bachan had met with misfortune?

Ignoring their astonishment, Ye Jingyu recounted everything that had transpired on the Douhun Continent. When the truth was laid bare, everyone—Dugu Qian and the others, as well as Jiufeng—was stunned. Was this the true objective behind the so-called Douhun Great War?

Even an existence as powerful as Dugu Bachan had fallen, along with the legendary, almost mythical figure, Xuanyuan Jue...

The group remained submerged in shock for a long time, seemingly unable to process such news. It was nearly a quarter of an hour before Dugu Ruolan’s lips finally moved slightly.

“Since the Elder has passed, we must still return to the Mortal Realm. The Dugu family’s legacy cannot be broken; we must ensure the Dugu family’s sword techniques are passed down!”

Seeing the ice-cold Dugu Ruolan, the composed Dugu Qian, and the powerfully assertive Dugu Lingtian, Ye Jingyu nodded gently. Each of them had made their choice, and he neither could nor would stop them.

“If a day comes when you seek vengeance, remember to notify us!” As Dugu Qian turned to leave, she dropped these words. Ye Jingyu naturally agreed. Dugu Bachan was his master, but he was also an elder of their Dugu family; if revenge were to be sought, how could they possibly be excluded?

Soon, only Ye Jingyu and his companions remained on the immense Panbulasi Grassland. Staring at the field of wolf carcasses, Ye Jingyu’s brow furrowed deeply. Why, after such a major commotion, had there been no sign of Luo Ling’er or Zhuge Yishi? Had something truly disastrous happened to them?

While Ye Jingyu and his group were busy slaughtering the demonic wolves, less than a thousand kilometers from this area, there was a gorge filled with blood-red trees, the air around it thick with a dense crimson mist. A man and a woman walked through this bloody haze.

The man was refined, dressed in a white robe, though it was now tattered and torn. The woman was exceptionally beautiful, like a celestial fairy descended to the mortal world; even in such harsh conditions, she showed no sign of decay.

These two were Zhuge Yishi and Zhuge Siyu, who had entered the Panbulasi Grassland, only to be led by a pack of demonic wolves into this strange forest.

From the outside, the forest did not appear large, but once they entered, they discovered it was frighteningly expansive. They had walked for three days and three nights and still had not exited the woods. Moreover, the surrounding blood mist grew thicker and thicker, completely interfering with their divine senses, rendering them unable to extend outwards.

“Sister, perhaps we should rest for a bit. I feel like this forest is some kind of formation. If we continue blindly like this, we’ll eventually be worked to death!” Zhuge Yishi, walking in front, suddenly stopped and spoke to his elder sister.

Zhuge Siyu surveyed their surroundings with her clear, bright eyes and gently nodded.

Immediately, Zhuge Yishi formed a few hand seals, and clusters of white light appeared before him, soon sinking into the void.

As for Zhuge Siyu, she simply sat down cross-legged and began regulating her breath.

After busy for a while, Zhuge Yishi discovered his soul arts were being severely disrupted here. He couldn't help but frown. If things continued this way, what would he do if danger arose? Would he have to unleash that?

Just as he worried about potential threats, a rustling sound echoed through the jungle. Both their ears instantly perked up...

Zhuge Siyu rose from the ground, a semi-transparent longsword already in her hand, white light flashing along its blade. Her clear eyes were fixed intently on the direction the sound came from.

"Swish... swish..." It was the sound of footsteps disturbing the leaves. As the noise drew closer, their grips tightened on their respective weapons.

Suddenly, a figure burst forth from the foliage. Zhuge Siyu didn't hesitate; the longsword in her hand thrust forward, and a blinding sword light flared before her. Simultaneously, Zhuge Yishi pointed a hand, and lightning materialized from the void, shooting fiercely toward the figure.

But just as their attacks were about to strike the figure, a streak of purple blade light ignited in the void. Bearing an incomparably sharp blade aura, it shattered Zhuge Siyu's sword light and crushed Zhuge Yishi’s lightning, mercilessly slashing toward the two of them...

(Many things have happened recently, and my heart feels quite vexed. My efficiency in writing has been low. I hope everyone can be understanding. You have supported Xingchen for so long; you all know what kind of person Xingchen is! Sigh!)