The massacre lasted for three days and nights.

The area around the Divine Mountain turned into a fish market slaughterhouse, with foul fish and shrimp, and a stench reaching the sky.

At the end of the killing, the cultivators had already stopped, but the Blue Mountain natives continued relentlessly, making sure to finish off every member of the Sea Clan, leaving no injured behind.

They had a deep hatred from seven years ago, a grudge of hundreds of thousands of lives; the future no longer mattered. As long as they protected the Yuan Magnetic Divine Mountain, it would be difficult for Cultivation Power to invade the island en masse again.

Three days later, the main battlefield of the Divine Mountain was cleared. Humans, full of pride, began to pursue in all directions from the mountain's center; there would always be some who slipped through the net, some who were lucky, and some who ran fast. Extirpating them to the greatest extent was crucial to ensuring long-term stability in the Southwest.

The disciples had all gone off to chase them down, leaving only a few old Masters standing before the Divine Mountain Temple, sighing endlessly. They had envisioned countless endings, but never dared to imagine the final outcome would be like this. The Lizhi Sea Clan had not only had their backbone broken but had also been devoured completely, needing centuries to recover, if ever.

They began to question if they had gone too far.

"Amitabha, actually, in the long run, the Sea Clan should have been part of the Jinxiu Cultivation Realm. In the transformations to come after Heaven Creation, they might have even been allies to us humans. But now, it's hopeless," Master Gaochang expressed with some melancholy.

Master Taihao agreed somewhat, "Breaking their backbone is one thing, but it's a pity about the little sea demons. With the Lizhi deep sea without a master, it will again become a place of dispute. Ocean's End, the sects, and pirates might not find peace either."

Master Xiao disagreed, "Gentlemen, your sympathy stems from the fact that they never landed on the continental shelf. If they did, you might not think this way. It's a matter of necessity; we just didn't expect it to be so easy, which is fate. If it wasn't so easy, it would have been another kind of trouble. Which would you choose?"

Master Xu snorted, "Humans love to court trouble. No matter the result, don't be fooled by a monk's compassion; during the demon slaying, he didn't show an ounce of it. I, a sword cultivator, had stopped, yet he was still fiercely battling, declaring war with fervor. The battle ended, and he changed face so quickly…"

All the Masters laughed heartily. In the end, everyone was very satisfied with the result. This battle secured that there would be no demon menace in the Southwest for centuries, which was the most important outcome.

Because of this battle, the Dushan Sword Lineage's leadership position in the Southwest was acknowledged. Everyone completely put aside the influence of the Wu Sect, a glorious victory carrying benefits to the Sword Sect.

No alliance is forged by words alone; only interest binds, and the greatest interest is the war dividend.

What the Sword Sect didn't gain at the Dushan Grand Ceremony, it unexpectedly received through the Battle of Blue Mountain. Relatively speaking, such an alliance was more reliable.

Of course, the role Tianfeng Daoist played in this campaign was crucial. He inexplicably became the most prominent figure in this battle, and everyone thought, isn't it normal for a person associated with The Three Pure Ones?

Master Xu, sharp-eyed, spotted someone from a distance, "Fairy, wait, have you seen Tianfeng, or our Sect Hierarch?"

From afar, Fairy Hong Xiu approached, showing signs of disarray despite her usual care for her appearance. In this ground warfare, many skills were useless; even opening storage rings like Treasure Gourds was impossible, and there were no clothes to change into. Among all present, no one maintained their cultivator's demeanor, all with bared chests and tattered garments, leaving no one to mock another.

Smoothing her disheveled hair, she replied irritably, "I don't know! That Hou Niao never showed up. Tianfeng was always entangled with the Bamboo Mantid, saying he wanted to have a good talk with it. In the ensuing chaos, I lost sight of them.

In the pit filled with hundreds of Sea Clan members, I was terribly hounded; how could I have the time to mind them?"

The Fairy was resentful. The three of them were in hiding, but the other two had no mercy, one sneaking around like a ground rat for the Golden Spirit Pearl, the other turning into a furious brute not ceasing until capturing the original cause of offense—is it just for the Bamboo Mantid's few extra words hurting his wounded pride?

Even now, she hadn't figured out how the Yuan Magnetic Divine Mountain restored itself. She could be sure no one invaded; everything occurred naturally, silently as if an unseen hand was at play. Such power was beyond her imagination, so she naturally dismissed the idea of Hou Niao's involvement.

The guy had a sharp enough sword, but in terms of Daoist Methods, he was far less capable than her or Tianfeng, simply not on the same level; she suspected other mysterious forces were at play, but she had no leads yet.

Master Xu nodded, not too worried, knowing perfectly well his Sect Hierarch's abilities. In close combat holding a sword, few could withstand a few bouts, let alone the clumsy original Sea Clan members, all without limbs, reduced to biting or sweeping with tails…

A group of Masters and several Blue Mountain Saintesses headed towards the Heavenly Pit, the most critical and vulnerable point of the Divine Mountain.

Inside were corpses scattered everywhere, with a foul odor, as the low ground prevented wind from blowing through, saturating the air with a noxious stench, almost enough to make one faint.

No one backed away from the dreadful smell. The cultivators wanted to uncover the truth, while the Blue Mountain natives feared they might seize any treasures, driving the beast from the lair.

The deeper they went, the more they found themselves inexplicably halting in front of a massive cavern, where, from a distance, three beams of light intermingled, dazzling yet not blinding, as if a force of nature was flowing.

These were three Treasure Beads: one yellow, one blue, and one gold.

"Amitabha! These are the Earth, Water, and Gold Spiritual Pearls, indeed destined for Jinxiu..." Even for someone as shameless as Master Jishi, he couldn't bring himself to claim they were meant for him.

Master Xiao sighed, "Such wondrous transformation, finalized here. I understand now, it was not any individual that aided us but the mighty force of nature. The Sea Clan used the Golden Spirit Pearl improperly, drawing the other two. Thus came their defeat at sea. This is nature correcting itself, and we merely happened to be present."

This was a good explanation, one in line with Daoist teachings. Even Fairy Hong Xiu had to acknowledge this point. Her only curiosity now was, if the credit was due to the Earth and Water Pearls, what role did Hou Niao play in it all?

Was it merely napping underground?

This surely didn't fit his character, leaving her feeling she was missing something, yet unable to pinpoint a clue.

The Masters lingered for quite some time, reluctant to leave. They knew too well these three Treasure Beads weren't theirs to take, much like how possessing the Golden Spirit Pearl led the Sea Clan to annihilation.

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