Otherworldly Evil Monarch

“Eh? What do you mean by that?” Jun Moxie asked with shock.

“I just had a sudden feeling, that’s all. Right here is where the Nine Nether First Young Master erected an incomparably huge mountain!” The Nine Nether Fourteenth Young Master pointed at the land under his feet. “And he also set up this incredibly powerful seal that even after 10,000 years, the Outsiders’ Half-Sages could not pass. What kind of amazing ability is that?”

Laughing self mockingly, he continued. “I, the Nine Nether Fourteenth Young Master, have always been called the number one expert under the heavens… Keke, only now, did I find out that those words are nothing but the soundest slaps, constantly hitting against my face! What right do I have to take the title of the number one expert in this world? Like a frog in a well, I never knew how unfathomably large the world was!

“It took me an intense battle to take down a mere Half-Sage. But the Nine Nether First Young Master only needed to make a seal, and it was able to keep them sealed up for over 10,000 years! Even until now, the seal exists, working its magic for eternity…”

The Nine Nether Fourteenth Young Master sighed heavily and suddenly stopped talking. He looked towards the distance, his expression heavy.

“You’re saying that you wish to stay here to comprehend the great Dao? To chase after the Nine Nether First Young Master’s realm?!” Jun Moxie fell silent for a long time and asked.

“Exactly.” The Nine Nether Fourteenth Young Master took a few steps in the air and nodded. “With our cultivation, if we went to the main continent and fought with those normal people… how boring would that be!

“Only at this place is there a trace of our Nine Nethers Tribe’s highest mark of achievement!” The Nine Nether Fourteenth Young Master looked emotionally at the land under his feet. A moment later, he raised his head and spoke seriously. “As long as I stay here, I can feel the distance between me and my predecessor! This place will serve as my greatest motivation to achieve the highest strength… Other than this, going out to fight and contend against the normal people would not yield anything.”

“You seem to have neglected one matter,” Jun Moxie said with furrowed brows. “To deal with that undying monster Zhan Kuang, we still need an expert like you! Now that Gu Han has already fallen, are you expecting me to deal with that freak Zhan Kuang alone?”

“Aren’t you the best at dealing with freaks? With your current cultivation, and those strange abilities at your disposal… dealing with Zhan Kuang shouldn’t be anything too difficult! I don’t think there’ll be any problems!” The Nine Nether Fourteenth Young Master smiled. “Why do you need to drag me into it?”

“Forget it, since your mind is set, I will not force you.” Jun Moxie lowered his head and sighed. “Only, if you’re ever bored and want to go out for a spin, don’t forget to come to Tian Nan’s Evil Monarch Manor. At that time, I will take out some good wine for you! After knowing each other for so long, we still haven’t had a good drink together! I very much look forward to that day.”

The Nine Nether Fourteenth Young Master chuckled lightly, but didn’t say anything. From the looks of things, he really had no intentions of ever leaving this place.

“I won’t force you,” Jun Moxie said lightly. “But after this matter, I’m prepared to lead the experts on our side past the Pillar of Heavens Mountains and thoroughly wipe out the Outsiders’ nest. If there’s anything they can’t do and requires your help, please do not refuse.”

The Nine Nether Fourteenth Young Master smiled. “That is, of course, natural. At that time, even if you don’t send anyone in, I will still go down myself to completely wipe those freaks out. Such a disgusting race should not exist in this world at all.”

“That’s good then! Deal!” Jun Moxie laughed relaxedly.

“Go on then. Although the Outsiders’ leaders are gone, there are still many loose ends for you to take care of.” The Nine Nether Fourteenth Young Master turned around and stood in the air. Patches of white clouds floated past him, reflecting the calmness in his eyes.

Jun Moxie smiled lightly. “Hearing you say that we won’t meet again definitely feels somewhat depressing. You’ve said before that you would have a battle with me. Why, are we not going to fight anymore? I was looking forward to that battle very much!”

“If you didn’t use that power of water, fire, lightning, wind, and clouds, even though you’d broken through, you’re still not an opponent for me. Even those two Outsiders experts would not necessarily be something you can defeat.”

The Nine Nether Fourteenth Young Master spoke lightly. “But there’s no way you won’t use those strange abilities, right?! The conclusion is simple. There’s no meaning in fighting you! Since it’s a meaningless battle, it’s better to not fight!”

“Haha, what a good meaningless battle; what a good better to not fight!” Jun Moxie laughed aloud, and cupped his fists together. “In that case, Brother Fourteenth, Jun Moxie will be bidding my farewell!”

The Nine Nether Fourteenth Young Master smiled lightly, waved, and his black figure suddenly dropped from the sky like a meteor. In a flash, he disappeared among the countless rocks below. Leaving directly, he actually did not leave behind a single word.

Jun Moxie sighed and looked into the distance. He knew that with this farewell today, they really might never meet again in the future. Although he was happy for the Nine Nether Fourteenth Young Master’s desire to seek the Dao, he still felt a faint melancholy in his heart…

A sword cry rang out, and the Blood of Yellow Flame appeared in the air, drawing a long sword ray which didn’t dissipate for a long time.

The Blood of Yellow Flame shuttled rapidly through the air, arriving under Jun Moxie’s feet, lifting him up. Looking towards the ruins of the Pillar of Heavens Mountains, he cupped his fists and muttered solemnly in his heart. Take care!

With a shrill sword cry, the Blood of Yellow Flame rose into the air and shot off through the air.

After he left, a black figure appeared among the fallen rocks. Rising into the air, the figure looked towards the disappearing ray of light in the distance, and sighed.

A short moment later, a light voice rang out: “Take care!”

With another flash of black, the figure dove into the cover of the boulders again, not appearing again…

…

When Jun Moxie returned, the battle had already concluded. Even the battlefield had already been cleaned up. The million strong army of the Outsiders had been completely annihilated without a single survivor! As for the continent’s side, it was a glorious grand victory!

But of the brave men who partook in this battle, tens of thousands of them had also been buried here. Some of them didn’t even have a corpse remaining… As for the people from the three Holy Lands, all of them had sacrificed themselves in this bloody war!

Even the reinforcements from the continent who arrived later suffered huge casualties: tens of thousands of people!

The losses that the Xuan Xuan Continent had suffered in this war could not be said to be light!

Large numbers of top tier Xuan cultivators had fallen in this battle, and as a whole, the strength of the continent had dropped greatly. Without tens or hundreds of years, this strength could not be recovered…

A depressing mist hung over the entire battlefield, and the stench of blood filled one’s nostrils with every breath.

A frigid autumn wind blew through the area, signifying the arrival of autumn…

Watching the exhausted eyes of the crowd after the battle, Jun Moxie fell silent for a long time.

Too many heroes had had their eyes closed in this war. How many widows and orphans would there be left behind in the continent now? For the sake of protecting the Xuan Xuan Continent, and the peace and future of their homes, such a large sacrifice was made. In the future, could the lives of these widows and orphans go on properly? Would they be bullied by others? Would they still be treated fairly?

How many men who were pillars of their families fell in this war? Would their disappearance result in the collapse of their entire family, and their eventual demise?

At this moment, Jun Moxie suddenly remembered a poem that his father Jun Wuhui had once recited. “The smoke and flags of war wave unfurled high in the sky; men and horses of ten thousand, charge like a rolling storm; even the most indomitable may die at any time; from then, men may learn to not grief!”

At that moment, Jun Moxie suddenly understood the feelings that Jun Wuhui had when he composed this poem!

This godly general of a general, a legendary figure of history, was undoubtedly feeling exceedingly pessimistic at that moment. There was also an extreme sense of helplessness.

The smoke and flags of war wave unfurled high in the sky; men and horses of ten thousand, charge like a rolling storm.

This sentence seemed exceedingly grand, but how many tears and blood were hidden behind it? Apart from the people involved, who would truly understand? Of the tens of thousands of men and horses that charged like a rolling storm, how many would return safely?

Even the most indomitable may die at any time; from then, men may learn to not grief.

This sentence was talking about the godly general’s exhaustion and abhorrence towards war!

Today, after he’d won the war, Jun Moxie cast his eyes over the continent, standing before the Pillar of Heavens Mountains.

From then, men may learn to not grief!

From now on, there would no longer be any need for any War for Seizing the Heavens!

Pulling the weeds out by the root, eliminating all future troubles!

Jun Moxie looked down at the mist of blood rising up from the battlefield and did not say anything for a long time.

Jun Wuyi, Dugu Zongheng, Murong Fengyun, Mei Xue Yan, and the other generals had just finished recaling the troops. They were now trying to account for the casualties and losses. Everyone’s faces were filled with joy at having survived the war, but there was a deep and heavy grief hidden behind.

Jun Moxie sighed lightly, waved his hand, and returned to the large tent.

Following after him, Mei Xueyan and the rest also entered the tent.

“How is it? What are the general numbers… of our casualties?” Jun Moxie asked in a hoarse voice. “How many of our brothers… died in this war?”

Although Jun Moxie needed to know the answer, he was also afraid to hear it. In both his lives, it was difficult to hear him say the word ‘scared’. But in this moment, the fearless Jun Moxie was truly scared. He was afraid of hearing the answer to this question!

“This is the preliminary report we’ve concluded with. Starting with Tian Fa, the Eight Great Saint Venerables and Eagle King have all fallen. 5,000 Eagle Tribe warriors perished, without any survivors. Of the 5,000 Bear Tribe warriors, 3,000 are dead. Of the 5,000 Crane Tribe warriors, 2,000 are dead. Of the Condor Tribe, 2,000 are dead. The Peng Tribe suffered heavy losses with 4,300 casualties out of 5,000 warriors. The Tiger Tribe lost 1,500 warriors…” Mei Xueyan’s expression was filled with pain as she continued. “Peng King who joined the battle last… died in battle! Yun Biechen, strongest of the Eight Great Masters, died in battle! Blue Master Meng Hongchen and Heavenly Great Master Mo Wen Tian… have also been verified to have died in battle!”

“Apart from that, of everyone on the three Holy Lands’ side, only Qiao Ying is still alive!”

Jun Moxie sucked in a deep breath of air, feeling a wave of dizziness overcome his mind.

The heftiness of their casualties had already far exceeded the expectations of anyone!