Yang Feng stood in mid-air, looking down at the three Celestial Ancestors, and sneered.
His words, like a sharp blade, pierced deeply into Cao Ying's heart.
But now you have to look up to me...
"Ah!! I'm not reconciled!"
After saying this, Cao Ying was sucked into the array eye in the sky and suffered endless darkness. The remaining two Celestial Ancestors were no exception.
Within an hour, this area had become a barren wasteland, devoid of weeds.
The era of civilization of the Celestial Race has come to a complete end.
Of course, there were also remnants wandering outside, but Yang Feng regarded them as ants and did not intend to pay them any attention.
When the cultivators from all around arrived at the scene, they witnessed a scene they would never forget: the main city of the Celestial Race had been razed to the ground!
"Yang Feng, why is it that no matter where you go, you are always the most outstanding person?"
Lin Yoona stood at a distance, watching his battle with the Blade of Judgment and the setting up of the ultimate killing formation.
Above the sky, the dark clouds receded, leaving only the golden dawn.
"The rise of humanity is inevitable!"
"The Celestial Race has been destroyed!"
"So terrifying! Humans must never provoke them, or they will only bring about annihilation!"
Things are different now than they used to be.
People of different races around them discussed among themselves, looking up at Yang Feng in the sky, who seemed like an unparalleled war god, invincible to all.
The martial arts world and the Western continent are about to undergo a dramatic change!
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A week later, the Celestial Race was wiped out, and their main city was razed to the ground. This news spread throughout the entire Western Continent at speed comparable to the internet.
boiling!
Shocking!
A group of people who did not believe the facts rushed to the main city of the Celestial Race, only to find a desolate place.
Everyone was covered in cold sweat.
They feared that their race would be the next to be wiped out.
Yang Feng stood atop Xuanyuan City, his eyes like those of an emperor, his scarlet robes like raging fire.
"The rise of humanity cannot rely on me alone, but on everyone. Here is a cultivation technique called 'Mortal Cultivation Immortal Technique'. No matter how poor one's talent is, one can cultivate this technique. Moreover, this technique can be cultivated to a legendary realm that is even more powerful than the Tribulation Transcending Realm: the Shattering Realm!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd below erupted in jubilation.
No matter how poor one's natural talent is, one can cultivate, which means that ordinary people like them can also cultivate.
"Moreover, this cultivation technique can only be practiced by humans. I hope you can pass it down. I am not from this world and will eventually have to leave."
Yang Feng said calmly, glancing at Lin Yoona standing beside him.
Since she began cultivating, her skin has become even whiter and more beautiful than before, like fine jade.
Upon hearing that Yang Feng was leaving, everyone immediately began to discuss among themselves, their faces filled with anxiety.
What if other races attack them again after he leaves?
"Don't worry, I have already set up defensive formations, concealment formations, and spirit-gathering formations in Xuanyuan City. These can keep you safe for a hundred years. However, if you are still in the same situation a hundred years from now, then I can't help you."
Goodbye, everyone.
Yang Feng took Lin Yoona's small hand, turned around, and flew towards the sky.
A magnificent rainbow streaked across the sky above Xuanyuan City, and all the humans rushed to see them off.
Thus, in the center of Xuanyuan City, a colossal stone statue appeared, and this statue was none other than Yang Feng, the man who had once led their human race to rise to prominence...
On a quiet, deserted mountain peak.
Yang Feng and Lin Yoona stood at the highest point, gazing at the distant sunset.
"Aren't you going to go find her?"
After a long silence, Yoona spoke up, breaking the awkward silence.
Over the past few days, she has learned some things; it turns out that in the far east, there is an Eastern Continent.
The girl he once loved most was an empress from the Eastern Continent.
Yang Feng shook his head, a self-deprecating smile on his face, and said, "I'm not going. She's destined to be that empress, revered by all."
"She and I can never go back to the way things were."
From the moment she drew her sword against him, their fate, like a dilapidated bridge, collapsed.
Yang Feng longed to go back to the past, but unfortunately, everything was gone and he couldn't let down those who loved him.