As the Court Master of the Desolate Border's Ancestral Court, Marquis Ziyang could be said to be the most powerful person in the entire Desolate Border. Furthermore, as an Elder of the Eastern Emperor's Palace in the Human World's Eastern Wasteland, his status did not need to be mentioned. Even the patriarch of the Legendary Marquis Division would not be taken seriously by him.
However, it was different today. At this moment, the Desolate Border's Human Race gathered in front of the ancient bronze city was densely packed. With so many warriors gathered, the atmosphere was somewhat depressing.
Ever since the Gu Yuan Tribe entered the Heavenly River Space, all the bloody battles had been witnessed by countless humans in the entire Desolate Border. Hundreds of thousands of warriors fought against the Blood Clan, and hundreds of thousands of old warriors sacrificed their lives just to break the Blood Clan's offensive momentum.
In the end, the Gu Yuan Tribe's warriors attacked the Blood Clan's Void Floating Island. The Blood Clan counterattacked with all their might. They did not hesitate to self-destruct and perish together with the Gu Yuan Tribe's warriors. Countless warriors died under the Blood Clan's counterattack.
After a bloody battle, even though the Blood Clan was destroyed, it was still a pyrrhic victory. Many warriors of the Gu Yuan Tribe died. This was a battle for the entire Desolate Border's Human Race. Even an ordinary warrior could tell this clearly.
Now that the warriors had returned, they could not personally bathe in blood, so they came to pay their respects and pay their respects.
Rumble!
The gates of the ancient bronze city opened, and an even thicker smell of blood rushed towards the crowd. This smell of blood was mixed with a faint sandalwood scent.
Under Xiao Chen's lead, the Venerables and the Great Elder of the Gu Yuan Tribe walked out of the ancient city. Their footsteps carried a thick murderous aura. This was the murderous aura that had not dissipated after experiencing bloody battles.
After Xiao Chen were the Hall Masters, Great Elder Tie Shi, Second Elder Lin Shan, and Third Elder Xiao Qin. Among the three of them, Second Elder Lin Shan had used the essence condensed from the Blood Clan's bones to advance to the Venerable Realm. The Great Elder was at the Fourth Heaven of the Heavenly Building Realm, while the Third Elder was only at the Third Heaven of the Heavenly Building Realm.
Other than Second Elder Lin Shan, the First Elder and the Third Elder had not personally participated in the Bloody Battle. However, the contributions of the two Elders could not be erased.
During the bloody battle, they had to support the tribe's operations and allocate all kinds of strategic resources. There was no room for mistakes.
Behind the three elders were the three Hall Masters of the Combat Master Hall. Ding Shan was already a Highness, and the two Vice Hall Masters, Xiao Wangliang and Mu Wuya, had their left arm severed at the shoulder whereas their face was still slightly pale. Clearly, they had yet to fully recover from their injuries, and the two of them were still unable to make use of the essence of the blood ocean to advance to Highness realm.
The Martial Arts Hall's Tie Wen, the Guard Hall's Huang Liang, the Hundred Grass Pinching Flowers and Mu Qing, and the Divine Weapon Xiao Lin. As for the Divine Weapon Hall's Deputy Hall Master Xi Ming, he had fallen during the bloody battle.
Behind them were the Venerables of the Gu Yuan Tribe, Xue Sha, Shi Ya, the five Qiu Brothers, Feng Yu, Falling Cloud Mountain, Wan Tianxing, Lin Yue, and the others. At this moment, these warriors had more or less recovered from their injuries, and their auras were fluctuating.
But even though he was injured, the many cultivators could still feel an extremely dense baleful aura in front of them.
"After fighting for more than ten days, the blood of millions of our tribesmen turned cold, and we finally annihilated the rampaging Blood Race and won the bloody battle for our desolate border. Our Gu Yuan Tribe did not let down the great trust of the desolate border, and we did not disgrace the glory of the human race!"
Xiao Chen walked up to Marquis Ziyang and the other experts of the Ancestral Court, cupped his fists and shouted in a deep voice.
"Now that the Gu Yuan Tribe has annihilated the Blood Race and returned victorious, we report to the Desolate Border's Human Ancestral Court Lord!"
"Gu Yuan Tribe has returned victorious, we report to the Desolate Border's Human Ancestral Court Lord!"
Immediately after, the many elders and Venerables behind Xiao Chen shouted in unison, and there was an indescribable atmosphere.
Accompanied by this roar, the surrounding martial artists trembled all over.
Looking at the many warriors of the Gu Yuan Tribe in front of him, Marquis Ziyang seemed to be at a loss for words. He nodded heavily, and then the atmosphere seemed to freeze.
"The Gu Yuan Tribe has bathed in blood for our desolate border. Marquis has led the people of the Ancestral Court to pay respects to the fallen warriors of our Human Race."
Finally, after several breaths of silence, Marquis Ziyang's voice sounded again. With his strength, he could naturally hear the suppressed cries in the ancient bronze city.
"We are ashamed that we did not dare to fight against the foreign races. Today, we want to pay respects to the fallen warriors of the Human Race. We hope that Patriarch Xiao will allow us to do so!"
"The warriors of the Gu Yuan Tribe have fought for our desolate border, so we are here to show our sincerity!"
As soon as Marquis Ziyang's voice fell, the many warriors who had rushed over spoke one after another.
"On behalf of the warriors of the Gu Yuan Tribe, I thank everyone for your good intentions. However, my Gu Yuan Tribe has just experienced a bloody battle, and the people of the tribe are all mourning. I appreciate everyone's sincerity on behalf of the people of the Gu Yuan Tribe, but the order in the tribe is really chaotic."
Xiao Chen's voice sounded, and he tactfully rejected the many warriors' intention to enter the tribe's mountain city to pay respects. There were too many warriors gathered in front of him.
He also believed that the many warriors had come to pay respects with sincerity, but the Gu Yuan Tribe was already in chaos. If more warriors entered to pay respects, he could not predict the changes that would occur.
Currently, the remains of the millions of warriors of the Gu Yuan Tribe had not been buried. The reason for this was that they were waiting for the Human Race's Ancestral Court. The warriors of the Gu Yuan Tribe had fought for the desolate border. These fallen warriors needed the Ancestral Court to give them the glory they deserved and even the compensation of their widows. This was something that Xiao Chen had to fight for.
It was true that in addition to fighting for the Ancestral Court's reward, the Gu Yuan Tribe would also be rewarded. This was the guilt in Xiao Chen's heart. Too many of these people had been forcibly brought to the battlefield by him.
"Patriarch Xiao, we know that the influx of so many warriors will disturb the rest of the warriors. Can we choose a few elders to enter the ancient city and pay respects on behalf of everyone?"
Although Xiao Chen had rejected these people's requests, there were still elders who stood up and made a request to Xiao Chen.
After pondering for a moment, Xiao Chen said softly, "Alright!"
Soon, Supremacy Zi Yang and the other Ancestral Court powerhouses followed Xiao Chen into the ancient bronze city. Behind the Ancestral Court were the elders elected by everyone. Although they had been elected, there were still more than a thousand of them. They walked into the ancient city just like that.
An indescribable sorrow pervaded the ancient bronze city. The sorrow was mixed with blood, but there was no trace of blood in the hazy atmosphere. There was only a murderous aura.
In the ancient city that used to be full of vitality, there was no other sound apart from the low cries. The smell of sandalwood was faint, and the ashes of burning wooden coins danced in the air.
"This …!"
After entering the city, all the warriors who entered the ancient city could not help but exclaim in shock. They felt a chill run down their spines.
For these warriors who lived in the desolate border, fighting and corpses were common. However, they had never seen a scene of millions of coffins. So many warriors had died. This was enough to match the number of clansmen in a high-grade combat division.
Whoosh!
After a full breath of silence, some warriors finally reacted. Millions of coffins, and each coffin was a monument.
"In the Battle of Providence, my Gu Yuan Tribe had a total of 1,141,734 clansmen who died in battle. They ranged from Venerables at the Sixth Heaven of the Sky Building Realm to ordinary soldiers at the Bone Tempering Realm!"
A voice rang in the ears of many warriors. Although it was calm, everyone could hear a trace of sorrow in the voice.
"Sacrifice!"
The fragrance of sandalwood filled the air. Wooden coins were continuously thrown into the fire cauldron. This was a sign of respect for the fallen warriors.
"The vast human race has been bathed in blood since ancient times. This is a time dyed in blood!"
Ancestor Junmu's eyes were cloudy. It seemed that he was unwilling to see everything clearly at this moment. There was a hint of helplessness in his old voice.
The scene in front of him seemed to remind him of the past. He sighed and said, "Time is like a knife. My Desolate Border has existed for countless years. Not to mention the distant past, even from 50,000 years ago, my Desolate Border has never had a force above the Legend rank. Without the protection of a powerful force, the Desolate Border has been harassed by foreign races!"
"Providence has fallen, the Desolate Border has fallen. Now that providence has risen, the blood of millions of humans have contributed. The Desolate Border needs to remember this!"
The people behind him were also worshipping. The Gu Yuan Tribe had caught up with this era and also paid a great price to win the Battle of Providence for the Desolate Border. This needed to be remembered!
The sandalwood fragrance was faint. Countless wooden coins were continuously thrown into the fire cauldron. Some people even brought their own offerings.
"The Desolate Border will not erase the contributions of the Gu Yuan Tribe. The Ancestral Court will compensate the widows of these warriors with resources."
Soon, Marquis Ziyang's voice rang out. The lord of the Desolate Border's Ancestral Court naturally represented the entire Desolate Border. However, he didn't finish speaking. He paused for a moment before continuing, "The Desolate Border City will establish a Jade Blood Temple to enshrine these fallen warriors."
Then, Marquis Ziyang's voice suddenly became louder. He said to the many martial artists behind him, "Those who fought for my Desolate Border can all enter the Jade Blood Temple and receive endless worship from my Desolate Border."
Outside the bronze ancient city, there were many martial artists who didn't receive permission to enter. However, they didn't leave. Instead, they set up sacrificial tables, lit sandalwood incense, and offered the offerings they prepared to express their respect.
Weng!
Just as countless people were worshipping, the sky was torn apart. An incomparably majestic aura descended. It was a small boat that was less than a meter long, as if it was a wooden boat made of ordinary wood.
There was a figure standing on the wooden boat. He didn't release any aura, but everyone felt as if he was the ruler of this world. It was as if this figure's existence cut off their perception of the world.