The pursuit and search by humans for the Sea Clan lasted half a month, and countless members of the Sea Clan were found on Blue Mountain Island, many of whom drowned in the rivers and lakes on the island.

The fact that the Sea Clan drowned is somewhat unbelievable, but it is the truth.

Half a month after the great battle, human cultivators gathered in the south of Blue Mountain Island, preparing to leave.

The natives held a grand farewell ceremony for them, singing and dancing, joyful and exuberant, but the cultivators all understood that it felt more like bidding farewell to a plague; the failure of Yuan Magnetic Divine Mountain made the natives realize the vast gap between themselves and the cultivation creatures, from this perspective, humans and the Sea Clan were no different.

This mortal mindset is easy to understand, but fortunately, humans are not the Sea Clan; they have their own limits of Mortal Cultivation.

The eradication of Blue Mountain natives will continue for a long time; such a large island is impossible to have no survivors. The fact that they show no signs of needing help from human cultivators indicates they would rather bear the cost themselves than let a large group of cultivators stay.

Which is nice, at least now the continent has a relatively good impression.

Tens of thousands of cultivators gathered in the south of the island, preparing to paddle away from Blue Mountain Island on the crude rafts provided by the natives, with a chance to fly a hundred miles away, just like Hou Niao did the previous two times he came here.

Gathering together guards against potential Sea Clan sneak attacks, even if the chance is small; the Lizhi Sea Clan was nearly exterminated, and those remaining fled into the deep sea, scared to linger near Blue Mountain Island.

The sight of tens of thousands on rafts is quite spectacular; each raft has limited capacity, carrying only a dozen people at most, but the natives prepared enough rafts to hasten the departure of cultivators and made a mighty effort.

In this battle, human cultivators numbered nearly fifty thousand, with injuries and losses amounting to less than a few thousand, and actual deaths not even reaching a thousand; considering the Sea Clan numbered nearly two hundred thousand, this loss rate cannot even be described as glorious, but more so a miracle. However, the legendary greatest contributor to this miracle, Tianfeng Daoist, has yet to show up, causing concern.

But tens of thousands cannot pause for one person; almost two months in the field, everyone is eager to return to the Southwest home.

Paddling is unusually difficult because human cultivators carried too much and couldn't put them in Treasure Gourd, could only carry them on their backs, having to discard many items that weren't precious enough.

Everyone reaped a bountiful harvest, tens of thousands of bodies across the mountains, each one full of treasures, such exhilaration.

Countless low-rank cultivators' wealth swelled tremendously; the spoils of war filled them with hope for the future. It can be imagined, if the Sword Sect leads again in slaying demons and exterminating tribes, a call from the heights will surely gather a crowd of followers.

It's an effect beyond words, achievable by just one victory, engraving a memory in their hearts.

Just offshore, someone pointed to the sea, "What is that?"

Everyone fixed their gaze, seeing a Daoist in just shorts furiously paddling in the sea, seemingly dragging something behind them, sharp-eyed ones recognized him, Tianfeng Daoist!

Tianfeng leaped onto Xiao Master's dilapidated raft and threw whatever was in his hands onto the raft, "This thing used to talk a lot, but now it's finally quiet."

It was a bamboo-like object, even from afar Fairy Hong Xiu glanced over, curling her lips, pondering the grievance.

The crowd cheered; this was a complete sea expedition.

Two hundred miles later, the raft began to speed up as cultivators could now briefly use their mana, storing bits and pieces into Treasure Gourd.

The sea was very calm, not a trace of the Sea Clan, likely the future norm in the Lizhi Sea as well.

A few dozen miles later, cultivators began skimming along the sea surface, leaving behind the slow and battered rafts... Then, as the first cultivator ascended skywards, a swarm of cultivators flew up one after another like seabirds hunting on the sea, until everyone ascended to the sky, tower rafts appeared...

In the lead large tower raft, Masters gathered together, though none are expressive people, a relaxed atmosphere seemed to linger.

Everyone looked towards the three key figures in this battle: Tianfeng, Hong Xiu, and Sect Hierarch Hou.

But all three were deeply wary of discussing the events that transpired at the Heavenly Pit, evading the topic, adamantly refusing to admit they engaged in any antics, ultimately attributing the victory to divine providence, crediting the self-correcting ability of nature.

Which basically matched what everyone saw, three Five Elements Pearls just hung there, a fact unable to be erased by anyone; simultaneously, Masters tacitly agreed the Five Elements Pearls couldn't be personally claimed, hence even more so unable to be commanded by anyone.

If someone truly achieved that, wouldn't they control the Five Elements of Jinxiu Continent? Even immortals wouldn't dare claim that.

Only the closest people knew the truth, in fact the real core figure was just one, the one who defied opposition and initiated the ten-thousand-mile aid to Ying Platform, planned the Blue Mountain Island strategy, ultimately aligning heaven, earth, and man.

This battle, the Southwest lost a powerful Wu Sect, but gained an overseas Ying Platform, one gone, one gained, at least the Daoist count remained unchanged.

It also established the Sword Sect's position in the Southwest Cultivation World, to which Hou Niao remained humble.

"Were you guessing, or were you confident?" Old Li still nagged.

"Does it matter? We accomplished the goal, why delve into the process?" Hou Niao generalized, some things can't be spoken.

Old Li insisted, "Of course it matters! If it's always by luck, I doubt the Sword Sect would one day be led astray by you; luck won't always follow you!"

Hou Niao spoke profoundly, "Capital Commandant, why don't you think, why does luck always follow me? Is it truly luck? Or am I doing the most right thing for this era? Going with the flow naturally brings Qi Fortune to one. This isn't my luck, but the Sword Sect's luck, Jinxiu Continent's luck, if I don't act against Heaven, then such fortune will surely follow me, what say you?"

Li Chuping was speechless, "Then, what do you think the next trend is?"

Hou Niao chuckled, "The Southwest demon crisis is over, so naturally it's time for other areas; the continent is a whole, the Southwest doesn't represent all."

"Going to the Northwest or Northern Territory?"

"I haven't decided yet, need to return and examine the specific situation of the demon crises across the continent before making a judgment; but we can first spread the word..."

Old Li understood implicitly, "Then people will be reluctant for the Southwest to take the spotlight and lead initiatives to assist various parts of the continent; after all, they've got the manpower."

Hou Niao smiled, "Precisely, we can't help everyone, even killing ourselves wouldn't accomplish it, it's time some Daoists put in effort."

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