Chapter 803
Ren Xue
"We won! We won!"
Cheers swept across the battlefield like a tsunami, countless Soul Masters raised their weapons, their eyes glistening with tears of excitement. A thousand years of preparation, the sacrifice of countless heroes, had finally brought victory. The Void Overlord was completely purified by Lin Mo's god-level power. Those Void creatures, stripped of their power, fell in droves under Lin Mo's god-level light blades, while the remaining Void creatures scattered and fled like a receding tide.
Zhao Feng sheathed his Sacred Belief Battle Axe, the golden power of belief surrounding him slowly receding. He let out a long breath and turned to look at the exhausted yet excited soldiers behind him. The soldiers of the Zhenxu Army were covered in blood, some even missing arms or legs, yet they still stood tall, their eyes filled with pride. The young students of the Soul Master Academy supported each other, their faces beaming with the joy of surviving a calamity. The Soul Masters from various sects put away their Martial Souls and began treating the wounded and cleaning up the battlefield.
"Commander Zhao Feng, we won!" Su Chen, covered in blood, ran to Zhao Feng. His Radiant Dragon Eagle Martial Soul had been withdrawn, and his golden wings had disappeared, revealing a pair of ordinary wings on his back. But his eyes were still bright and filled with excitement. "The Void Overlord has been defeated by Lord Lin Mo! We have protected the continent!"
Zhao Feng patted Su Chen on the shoulder, a relieved smile on his face: "Yes, we won. The efforts of the past thousand years have not been in vain, and the spirits of the martyrs can rest in peace now."
Su Chen's eyes reddened slightly. He thought of his parents who had sacrificed their lives, and the names on the monument to martyrs. An indescribable emotion welled up in his heart. He took a deep breath, trying hard not to let the tears fall, and nodded solemnly.
Lin Mo slowly descended from mid-air. His Holy Angel Spirit Abyss Dragon Emperor Martial Soul retracted, and his blue-gold interwoven wings dissipated into specks of light. The divine pressure surrounding him gradually subsided. His face was slightly pale, and bloodstains remained at the corner of his mouth. Defeating the Void Overlord had consumed a large amount of his divine power, even using his primordial power, which had placed a considerable burden on his body. However, he still stood tall, his eyes resolute, showing no sign of weakness.
"Lin Mo!" Zhao Feng quickly walked to Lin Mo's side, his eyes full of concern. "Your injury..."
"It's alright." Lin Mo waved his hand, his tone calm but tinged with weariness. "I have completely purified the origin of the Void Ruler. It will not be able to take shape again for a thousand years. This time, we have gained enough time."
“A thousand years…” Zhao Feng repeated the number softly, his eyes deepening. A thousand years is the span of dozens of generations for ordinary people, but for Title Douluo and Limit Douluo, it is merely a segment of their long lives. But Zhao Feng knew that a thousand years of peace was enough for the Douluo Continent to cultivate more outstanding Soul Masters, enough for the Zhenxu Army and the Heroic Academy to grow stronger, and enough for the creatures on this land to thrive and become even more powerful.
“Zhao Feng.” Lin Mo turned to look at Zhao Feng, his eyes filled with a hint of solemnity. “Although the Void Sovereign has been defeated, I can sense that the Void Space has not been completely closed. Although those Void creatures have temporarily retreated, the passage to the Void Space still exists, only temporarily sealed by my divine power. This seal can only last for a hundred years at most.”
Zhao Feng frowned deeply: "A hundred years? Wasn't it supposed to be a thousand years?" "A thousand years refers to the time it takes for the Void Sovereign to reform," Lin Mo explained. "But the passage through the Void Space is a product of the rift in this space. To completely close it, we need to use even greater power, perhaps even the power of a god. I was able to break through to the god level thanks to the support of the Angel's Heart, the Dragon Emperor's Origin, and the power of the beliefs of countless heroes over the past thousand years. This state cannot last, nor can it completely close the passage. After a hundred years, the seal will loosen, and Void creatures will flood in again."
Upon hearing Lin Mo's words, the joy on the faces of the surrounding Soul Masters instantly froze, replaced by deep worry. A hundred years might be a lifetime for ordinary people, but for the development of a world, it's merely a fleeting moment. They had just experienced a brutal battle, countless comrades sacrificed, countless families shattered. Would such a tragedy repeat itself a hundred years later?
"A hundred years it is!" Zhao Feng's voice was as firm as iron. He gripped the Sacred Faith Battle Axe tightly, the runes on its surface shimmering with golden light. "A hundred years is enough time for us to cultivate more powerful individuals, enough time for us to research a way to completely close the void space passage. Lin Mo, you are not alone. We have the entire Douluo Continent as our backing, and the will of our heroes as our guide. A hundred years from now, we will definitely be able to completely eliminate this threat!"
"Well said!" A hoarse yet powerful voice rang out from the crowd. Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw an elderly man with white hair slowly approaching. He wore a white robe and held an ancient scepter, the top of which was inlaid with a fist-sized golden gem, containing a rich power of conviction. The old man had a kind face, but his eyes were sharp as an eagle's, and his body radiated powerful soul energy fluctuations—he was clearly a Limit Douluo.
"Elder Zhou Tianxing of the Heroic Martyrs Academy." Zhao Feng nodded slightly upon seeing the old man, a hint of respect flashing in his eyes. Zhou Tianxing was one of the founding elders of the Heroic Martyrs Academy. He had already become a Title Douluo a thousand years ago. After a thousand years of cultivation, he broke through to the Limit Douluo realm. He had been stationed at the Heroic Martyrs Academy ever since, guarding the monument to heroes and nurturing generation after generation of young soul masters.
"Young friend Lin Mo, Commander Zhao Feng, you have done very well." Zhou Tian walked up to the two men, his aged hand gently stroking the golden gem at the top of the scepter. The power of faith within the gem rippled slightly, as if responding to his touch. "A thousand years of preparation, the sacrifice of countless heroes, have brought us today's victory. Although it is only a temporary victory, this victory is enough to comfort the spirits of the heroes in heaven."
Lin Mo looked at Zhou Tianxing and bowed slightly: "Elder, you flatter me. If it weren't for the countless outstanding Soul Masters cultivated by the Heroic Academy over the past thousand years, if it weren't for the Zhenxu Army's selfless protection over the past thousand years, if it weren't for the unwavering faith of the people of the continent over the past thousand years, I, Lin Mo, alone, even with the strongest power, would not be able to defeat the Void Overlord."
"Alright, stop being so modest," Zhao Feng smiled, turning to look at the battlefield. The exhausted soldiers had begun clearing the battlefield, treating the wounded, and cleaning up the mess. Civilians also flocked to the battlefield, bringing food and medicine to help treat the wounded. Although the entire battlefield was filled with bloodshed and sorrow, it was also brimming with unity and hope.
"Let's go back and rest first," Zhao Feng said. "Although we won this battle, we suffered heavy casualties. Let everyone go back to recover and regain their strength. As for the threat a hundred years from now, we can discuss that later." (End of Chapter)