Yan Xing shook hands with Luo Xiaowei, and like everyone else, he was filled with questions.
"I am Yan Xing, the leader of the only remaining human race."
"Hello, Brother Yan. We are from another dimension, considered your reinforcements. In the previous world, our group formed a mercenary group called the [Ice Sword Mercenary Group], so these Sky-Slaying tribe members call us the [Ice Sword Mercenary Group]. You can call us that too, if you wish."
Yan Xing was still very puzzled, but it didn't matter. As long as there were reinforcements, it was a good thing. Moreover, the battle just now could be considered a victory, right?
"Wait for me, I'll issue an order."
Yan Xing raised his right hand high and shouted, "Everyone, go and count the number of deceased. Record all those who sacrificed themselves in this battle, and bring their remains back to the [Xuangguang Realm] to erect monuments!"
All the cultivators immediately received the order and began to tally the cultivators who had sacrificed themselves in this battle.
Seeing this scene, the members of the Ice Sword Mercenary Group were filled with solemn respect. This task seemed cumbersome and meaningless, but they knew that it represented the fact that the soul of the human race in this world had not disappeared and was still standing firm.
In the thirteenth cultivation world, the humans in the [Kingdom of Hope] were already quite numb, in a state of waiting for death. Let alone erecting monuments, if you died, no one would even remember you.
The hunting squads led by Zhuang Hongxia, generation after generation, all died on the battlefield. They were all heroes, but people had become too lazy to remember them.
Luo Xiaowei also pursed his lips and said, "Brother Yan, to be honest, seeing our human race still possessing this spirit in such a world, I am very moved!"
Wang Teng also chuckled, "Yes, Brother Yan, based on this detail alone, I can conclude that we have already won this war!"
Yan Xing fell silent for a moment. Should they be considered too optimistic?
But he was proud that what he did was recognized.
"May I ask for your names?"
"Oh, I almost forgot. My name is Luo Xiaowei. I am a sword cultivator, following the path of protection. I am considered the leader of the Ice Sword Mercenary Group, but among us, there is no absolute leader; everyone is a leader."
The others also stepped forward one by one.
"Hello, Brother Yan. My name is Qin Xiaoxiao. I like to wield large axes and hammers."
"Hello, Brother Yan. My name is Wang Teng. I have the bearing of an Emperor and am a body refiner."
"......"
"Chen Xiaohan, poison cultivator."
As Yan Xing, a Celestial King, shook hands with Chen Xiaohan, his heart trembled.
Fortunately, those Sky-Slaying tribe members had retreated quickly. If they had been any slower, and the poison had continued to spread and ferment, he had no doubt that all Sky-Slaying tribe members below the seventh realm would have been annihilated.
A poison cultivator who could cultivate to the middle stage of the Nascent Soul realm was indeed terrifying.
Although their individual combat ability was average, their strategic role on the battlefield surpassed that of any of them.
"Brother Yan, why don't I see any other humans? This sect you are guarding also seems to have no other people."
Yan Xing drew a rift in the void and said, "There is a small world here called the [Xuangguang Realm]. All our cultivators are fighting and cultivating within it."
After speaking, he did not enter and instead led everyone into the underground of the empty shell sect, [Xuangguangmen].
Bai Niandust frowned and crouched down, stroking the ground.
"There is a very powerful formation here, capable of completely blocking the attacks of Celestial Kings."
Yan Xing also said in surprise, "It seems that Daoist Bai has deep research into formations. Yes, beneath this formation is an underground shelter where ordinary people live. They do not need to fight, nor can they fight. Therefore, we exhausted the lives of three Celestial Kings on the verge of death and countless immortals to construct this formation."
Everyone's expression was very solemn.
"But I cannot open it for you to see, because once the formation is completed, it only has one chance to be opened. After opening it, the formation will become invalid."
Li Qingyun was silent for a moment, then said, "After victory, you can bring them out, right?"
"Yes, but the premise is victory."
Yan Xing introduced them to the general situation of this world and then said, "You can go into the [Xuangguang Realm] for a look. I cannot leave because I am the only Celestial King now. I must guard the [Xuangguang Realm] and the underground shelter."
Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then they all looked at Wang Teng.
Wang Teng smiled and said, "Brother Yan, you've worked hard. With this, we don't have to be afraid."
He threw out the golden [Pillar of Heaven] and said, "Old man, I'm counting on you!"
An old man appeared on the [Pillar of Heaven], and then under his control, the [Pillar of Heaven] grew larger and larger, standing tall above [Xuangguangmen].
"Ding—"
A golden shield was erected, firmly protecting the entire [Xuangguangmen], just like the [Kingdom of Hope] back then.
Yan Xing's eyes widened: "Emperor Artifact..."
"It used to be an Emperor Artifact, but it isn't anymore. It can only block the attacks of Celestial Kings, which is slightly worse than this formation. But it's okay. As long as it's attacked, I will sense it. Brother Yan, we can go in together."
......
Xue Qianwei had been silent all along. She had seen many things.
Following behind everyone, she was no longer Madam Xue of Blue Star, nor the Grand Ancestor of Alchemy that everyone praised. She was just a small, inconspicuous fifth-grade alchemist.
The area of the [Xuangguang Realm] was roughly equivalent to that of a country like Xia.
The atmosphere inside was very grand. Not all of them were cultivators; there were also many children.
This was because the cultivators living here also had children.
In this world, they didn't follow the rule of not sending cultivators below the Golden Core stage to the battlefield. As long as one was a cultivator, they had to fight.
Cultivators below the Foundation Establishment stage could choose for themselves, but those above Foundation Establishment had to participate in the battle.
"I don't know how many more years I can hold on. I don't have much confidence myself, but I feel that as long as I am alive, I will lead the last spark of humanity in this world to burn to the end with the Sky-Slaying tribe!"
"What about these injured cultivators?"
"Rest and recover."
"Don't you have anything for treatment? Why are there so many injured?"
Yan Xing sighed helplessly and said, "The entire world is almost plundered. Even if we have alchemists, we don't have more medicinal herbs, so everyone has to rely on themselves for healing..."
Upon hearing this, everyone turned their gaze to Xue Qianwei.
"Madam Xue, didn't you say you cleared out half of the Myriad Fragrance Valley's medicinal herbs?"