"The atmosphere here is suffocating, so dull!" the Ninth Nether Fourteenth Young Master snorted, "This Young Master is going out for a stroll."

Without waiting for anyone's reply, his figure flashed, disappearing with a "swoosh."

"Just who is this guy? He leaves without even asking for leave—totally undisciplined! If my third uncle were the commander this time, he'd surely cleave him in two!" Jun Mo Xie grumbled, frowning. Everyone looked up at the sky as if they hadn't heard a word. You're actually counting on the Ninth Nether Fourteenth Young Master for organization and discipline!? You might as well try to get a rooster to lay eggs; it would be easier. The mere fact that this fellow had come here without causing further chaos was already a tremendous compliment to the Allied Continental Forces, a truly unexpected delight!

Even if Jun Wu Yi were leading the army, could he really kill this man? Stop dreaming; what kind of blade could possibly slay this one?!

"Alright, everyone go back and prepare," Jun Mo Xie waved his hand. "I have only one requirement: the personnel from the Three Great Sacred Lands must be held back until the precise moment to strike! We will jointly determine that critical juncture; when the time comes, communication will be simple—a single, long shout will suffice!" Gu Han nodded, saying no more, and rose to his feet, leading the contingent from the Three Great Sacred Lands out.

Mo Wu Dao walked last. As he was about to step out, he suddenly turned his head, fixing an intense stare upon Jun Mo Xie.

"Lord of Jun Residence, I have something to say," Mo Wu Dao stated gravely.

"Say it," Jun Mo Xie replied.

Mo Wu Dao was not Gu Han. Given Jun Mo Xie’s current strength, he hadn't bothered taking Mo Wu Dao seriously for a long time. As for the strategies and schemes Mo Wu Dao often devised, they were utterly useless in the current battlefield situation. Young Master Jun simply couldn't be bothered to acknowledge him much, but since they were now allied, he had to exchange a few civilities despite his reluctance!

"Because of you, my only brother died. My fate and yours were already set to be irreconcilable!" Mo Wu Dao’s gaze sharpened into a fierce lightning strike fixed on Jun Mo Xie’s face, an expression of genuine sorrow crossing his features. He continued, "However, my life is destined never to have the chance for revenge."

"It's not just you; even against Zhan Kuang, the villain who destroyed the foundations of the Three Great Sacred Lands, we no longer have the opportunity for retribution!"

"Not only do we lack the opportunity; instead, I must sincerely pray to Heaven..." Mo Wu Dao’s cheek muscles twitched in pain, as if summoning all his strength, he said bitterly, "...that Heaven might shield you and grant you a long life! Because if you die, this continent will truly have no hope left! It is deeply ironic! Yet, such is the helplessness of worldly affairs!"

Praying to Heaven to protect the very man who was his mortal enemy—the one he should never have associated with...

What kind of feeling was that?

Jun Mo Xie might never need to regard Mo Wu Dao as a threat, but at this moment, Jun Mo Xie clearly saw the profound suffering of the man before him!

"I will live. I will live for a long time," Jun Mo Xie's previously dismissive gaze refocused at this moment, softening slightly. No matter what, the sentiment expressed was worthy of respect.

"It may be too late to say these things now, and they are entirely futile, but I must still say them today. For some of the things I did in the past, I offer my deepest apologies to Venerable Mei and all the Xuan Beasts of the Heaven’s Punishment Forest."

Mo Wu Dao managed a wry smile, then lifted his head, declaring loudly, "Seeing today's events, I concede that I was wrong back then, but I do not regret it! If time could flow backward, and I could do it all over again—if I hadn't known the situation would evolve into this dire crisis, and if I hadn't known the Heaven Pillar Mountain would collapse... I would still make those same choices!" "I do not regret! Nor am I without remorse!" Mo Wu Dao affirmed.

"At this moment, you need not apologize to me, for I will not forgive you! Just as you have no regrets and no remorse!" Mei Xue Yan said coolly. "As former sworn enemies and today's allies, the only thing I can offer you is this: I wish you a safe journey ahead!" That safe journey, of course, meant the road to the underworld.

Though Mei Xue Yan did not state it explicitly, Mo Wu Dao understood perfectly!

"One last thing!" Mo Wu Dao stood tall, looking directly into Jun Mo Xie’s eyes, shouting, "I know you were never satisfied with many of the actions taken by us Three Great Sacred Lands, and you never held us in high regard! You thought we were all seeking false fame and acting conceitedly... But I must tell you, even if we erred in many things, even if we harmed many people, our sole original intention was one thing only! That was to defend this continent, to protect all living beings!" "Even in death, even if we were wrong, no one can strip away the glory that our Sacred Lands have upheld!"

Mo Wu Dao finished, his eyes shining, and strode out with his head held high.

Watching him leave, a light ignited in the eyes of every member of the Three Great Sacred Lands! Even in death, even if wrong, no one could steal the ten-thousand-year glory the Sacred Lands had stood for!

Suddenly, everyone felt the faith that had vanished within their hearts surge back like a rising tide!

It was only long after the contingent from the Three Great Sacred Lands had gone quite a distance that Jun Mo Xie’s voice drifted back, sounding as if he were pondering aloud: "Though I still hold prejudices against your Sacred Lands even now! Though I have killed many of you, and have grievances with most of you! Though you did many wrong things in the past, ensuring I will never forgive you... yet, at this moment, I apologize for ever doubting your intentions!"

Jun Mo Xie stated solemnly, "I apologize!"

Jun Mo Xie’s utterance of those three words was extraordinarily weighty. Upon hearing them, the people from the Three Great Sacred Lands were deeply moved. They truly could not believe that the dignified Sovereign of Evil would apologize to others, and with such solemnity!

Because of these three words, tears instantly welled up in the eyes of many! Several even choked back heavy sobs, their vision blurring completely!

An apology from the Sovereign of Evil!

Though this Sovereign of Evil had claimed more than once that he paid no heed to the common folk, that their lives were never his responsibility! Yet, at this very moment, the only person who could speak these words on behalf of all living beings was Jun Mo Xie!

Only Jun Mo Xie!

At this instant, this statement from Jun Mo Xie was tantamount to receiving the endorsement of every living soul on the continent!

Truly, his word carried absolute weight!

Mo Wu Dao abruptly turned, and everyone simultaneously stopped, turned, and saluted the great tent with clasped hands!

"We die without regret!" This was the unanimous sentiment of all those belonging to the Three Great Sacred Lands!

Spoken from Mo Wu Dao's lips, though it was only four short words, the complex emotions encapsulated within them were something an ordinary person might not grasp, let alone experience, even after a hundred reincarnations!

Then, the entire group turned in unison and strode away, never looking back.

In the vast sky, the wind whined mournfully...

Half an hour later, Jun Mo Xie sent messengers carrying several thousand simple paper packets.

There was only one instruction, or perhaps a request: Place your personal belongings—nothing excessive or valuable, perhaps just a scrap of cloth or a lock of hair—inside this paper packet; then, on the packet, write down each of your names! And, the single sentence you most wish to say.

Jun Mo Xie did not specify the exact purpose of these packets, but everyone from the Three Great Sacred Lands clearly understood their function and what they were meant to carry. Each person received one packet. At that moment, these packets, so utterly rudimentary that perhaps a dozen could be bought for a single coin in normal times, were now undoubtedly the most precious objects in the eyes of the thousands of experts from the Sacred Lands.

Proof that they had existed; proof that they had exerted themselves in this great battle!

Even their own lives were less significant than these paper packets!

Therefore, everyone reverently took the packets in hand, pressing them to their faces, clutching them to their chests.

The entire camp of the Sacred Lands was steeped in silence and solemnity!

Meanwhile, on the battlefield ahead, the fighting had reached a fever pitch.

Ying Bo Kong's once pure black robes were now dyed crimson with blood. A smear of gore marred his right cheek, and blood occasionally trickled from his head. As for his body, the front, back, and thighs were riddled with countless blade wounds.

But his upright figure still moved like the wind, solitary and proud as an eagle!

At this moment, the standard-issue long saber Ying Bo Kong had wielded was long gone, replaced by a specialized battle knife seized from an alien race member.

Through countless parries and strikes, the high-quality long saber, which could be considered a divine weapon, had long since turned to dust. The blade currently in his hand was already the sixth weapon he had picked up!

Even this current weapon had already become serrated and might not last much longer!

The Eagle God roared softly, leaping suddenly into the air. His left eagle claw hooked down, producing continuous, muffled thuds as over ten skulls were crushed under its magnificent strike. Simultaneously, his right long saber swept across the throats of thirteen alien warriors, the sprayed blood appearing particularly mournful and beautiful, showcasing the most magnificent gleam in the dark night—the final bloom accompanying the fall of lives!

A sudden surge of energy rippled beside him, and a dark shadow materialized abruptly near Ying Bo Kong. Before the figure was fully revealed, a sharp long saber plunged toward his back.

Ying Bo Kong's body twisted unnaturally—as if he had eyes in his back—and without even looking, he trapped the saber meant for his spine under his armpit. He then rapidly retreated, his right hand holding his blade, precisely slicing across the throats of two alien fighters—a male and a female—beside him. At the same time, his left hand slammed violently into the throat of the crazed Blade Ninja behind him, followed by a quick snap of his wrist, and with a flash of steel, the other head of this crazed Blade Ninja dropped off with a muffled 'thud'!

One strike to kill, one attack to guarantee death!

This was the thirteenth crazed Blade Ninja Ying Bo Kong had slain!