Chapter 1071: War's Outcome

## Chapter 1072: The Fruits of Battle

Three golden Saint Apes attacked together, their cultivation pushed to the peak, simultaneously activating three Imperial Armaments which descended. Who in this era could possibly withstand such a might?

Even a reincarnated deity would suffer defeat!

Great Saint Kun Zhou's skull shattered. Blood and brain matter splattered high, a mix of red and white, like a blooming peach blossom.

A piercing shriek echoed through the dark sky down to the earth, making all beings tremble.

A Great Saint had fallen, blood spraying. Even with an ancient Imperial Armament within him, it was impossible to defy fate; with three Imperial Armaments present, the outcome was already sealed.

Ranked among the strongest mortals of this era, even a piece of his snow-white bone would have been a treasure, capable of being refined into a peerless Saint artifact. Yet, nothing remained.

Under the attack of the Imperial Armaments, his body first shattered, blood splattering everywhere. Then, he began to burn, turning into a pile of ashes, his body and spirit utterly annihilated.

The old clan chiefs from the Fire Qilin Cave, Primitive Lake, and Blood Phoenix Mountain all changed their expressions, opening their mouths but finding it hard to say anything.

The Fighting Saint King was too decisive, swift and resolute, taking the initiative to kill Great Saint Kun Zhou and forcibly creating a fait accompli. Who could possibly argue for a dead man?

"Ding-ling-dong!"

A pleasant bell sound rang out. A cluster of purple light shot up from the annihilated void; this was the ultimate Imperial Armament from within Kun Zhou, now revealing itself.

"It's the Myriad Dragon Bell!"

In the Central Domain, everyone was startled. Sure enough, it also involved another incredibly powerful ancient Imperial Clan.

"It's the ancient Imperial Armament of Myriad Dragon Nest!"

This was a strange weapon, formed by a string of purple divine bells. It was shaped like a purple true dragon, each purple bell resembling a segment of a dragon's spine, with immortal light flowing from them, capable of suppressing the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands.

"Ding-ling-dong!"

The bell's sound was like celestial music; even though they were infinitely far away, its sound still reached the earth, making people's souls feel as if they would leave their bodies.

The Fighting Saint King, holding his black divine iron rod, almost struck down, and his other Dao body, holding the Demon-Subduing Pestle, also nearly made a move.

"Swoosh!"

The purple-gold Myriad Dragon Bell shook, disappearing in an instant, tearing open the sky, and plunging into the distant, blurred figure standing amidst the Dao traces. This was the Great Saint from Myriad Dragon Nest.

The Fighting Saint King ultimately did not try to seize it, because all ancient Imperial Armaments contain a divine spirit of an ancient Great Emperor and cannot be subdued. While they could suppress it temporarily with three Imperial Armaments, they couldn't suppress it forever; forcibly keeping it would inevitably lead to disaster and death!

The sky quieted down. No one spoke. Great Saint Kun Zhou's death was now a reality.

The Fighting Saint King's expression was indifferent. Now he had nothing to fear; with three Imperial Armaments in hand, he could even ruthlessly wipe out a powerful Imperial Clan without issue.

"They didn't come early, they didn't come late, but they had to come at this moment..." He naturally understood the mindset of these people.

Some were biased, wanting to take sides. Others, who hadn't appeared earlier, wanted to gauge his true cultivation and Kun Zhou's. And of course, there were also those who genuinely considered the bigger picture, unwilling to see lives suffer.

"The Saint King should have vented some of his anger by now," said the old clan chief of Fire Qilin Cave.

"If we had appeared too early, it certainly wouldn't have served any purpose," the old clan chief of Blood Phoenix Mountain spoke. "It was better to let you fight it out, to vent some of the resentment in your hearts."

The Fighting Saint King said nothing. He stared at Golden King, three Imperial Armaments pointing remotely forward, his killing intent undiminished.

The atmosphere grew tense. Everyone's expression changed; the three golden Saint Apes were now no benevolent Buddhas. Standing with three ancient Imperial Armaments, everyone was wary of them.

"Saint King, please spare his life," Great Saint Huntuo said.

Golden King's face was ashen. Kun Zhou's death before his eyes made his heart pound, causing him to break out in a cold sweat as he clutched his Golden Mace tightly.

"Golden King, didn't you say you'd trade life for life? Why don't you quickly take out the Divine Marrow?" the old clan chief of Primitive Lake said.

Golden King steeled himself, activating his supreme profound art to open the internal miniature world within his ultimate Imperial Mace, the space where his clan's immortal treasures were stored.

A jade bottle appeared in his palm, over half a foot long. Opening the stopper, brilliant light overflowed, and its fragrance made the expressions of the Great Saints and old clan chiefs present all tremble slightly, feeling completely at ease, as if they were about to ascend to immortality.

"Peerless Divine Marrow!" they all exclaimed.

"This bottle of Divine Marrow is currently the most precious item of my clan; it can extend a Great Saint's life by a thousand years," Golden King said bitterly.

Taking out this bottle felt worse than death to him. This was a divine item he had prepared for breaking through to the next realm, an immortal treasure accumulated by his ancestors, and now he had to hand it over to someone else.

Originally, he only wanted to take out half, to offer 500 years of "lifespan." He hadn't expected the monkey to want to kill him right then, so he had no choice but to give the entire bottle in person.

In this world, life-extending items are extremely rare and sought after, especially for those of the Great Saint level; even precious medicines refined a hundred times would be ineffective.

This bottle of Divine Marrow could extend a Great Saint's life by a thousand years; one can imagine its immense value!

Even the old clan chiefs and Great Saints were somewhat envious. At their cultivation level, they were already very old; who among them wouldn't need more lifespan?

These individuals didn't have many years left to live; lifespan was the biggest obstacle hindering their progress on the path to immortality.

"Swoosh!"

The Fighting Saint King waved a hand, and in an instant, he seized the bottle of Divine Marrow, suppressing it within his black divine iron rod to prevent the loss of its essence.

After giving away this immortal treasure, Golden King felt as if all his strength had been drained. This was like taking half his life; his spirit was listless, and his heart was bleeding.

He knew that in this life, he could only stop here, finding it difficult to advance further. Meanwhile, the Fighting Saint Ape could live for another thousand years because of this, broadening its path to immortality – a clear case of one's loss being another's gain.

With endless bitterness, Golden King put away his ultimate Imperial Mace. He looked as if he had aged a thousand years in an instant; this was truly suffering the consequences of his own actions.

The Fighting Saint King no longer looked at him. His true body and two Dao bodies, carrying three ancient Imperial Armaments, pressed towards the Great Saint of Myriad Dragon Nest, still saying nothing.

"Very well," said the Great Saint of Myriad Dragon Nest. "Although it was to repay Di Que's great favor, it ultimately caused the Saint King to face danger. My clan naturally must also pay a price."

He stood amidst the Dao traces, his figure blurred. A flash of light in his palm revealed an ancient Medicine King, standing half a meter tall, its entire body looking like it was carved from black jade, and its medicinal fragrance was overwhelming.

"Its medicinal age is over a hundred thousand years!" several people exclaimed.

Medicine Kings are rare and hard to find in this era; this one had been sealed since the Primordial Era. By conventional standards, an ancient medicine only truly earns the title of "King" when it reaches eighty or ninety thousand years of growth, yet it's difficult for them to survive past the hundred-thousand-year mark.

"This Medicine King can extend life by three to four hundred years."

Hearing this, the Fighting Saint King unfurled immortal light, seized it, and also sealed it within his black divine iron rod.

Beside him, several old clan chiefs watched eagerly, their eyes filled with intense desire. They were all close to passing away; such a divine plant was truly a life-saving herb for them.

The Fighting Saint King's battle shook the world; not only did he slay Great Saint Kun Zhou, but he also gained an additional thirteen to fourteen hundred years of life, making people admire and sigh in wonder.

The Fighting Saint King did not make another move. It involved two great ancient Imperial Clans, and the mediators were also formidable figures; he, too, had some reservations.

The Myriad Races were full of masters. Although it was rumored there were only a few Great Saints, peerless masters always remained hidden. Until one proved the Dao and became an Emperor, no one dared to claim to be invincible in the world.

Who knew, an unknown Quasi-Emperor might emerge one day!

"This is a great era, with the Myriad Races coexisting," Great Saint Huntuo said. "All we are waiting for is the opening of the path to immortality, hoping to enter the Immortal Realm. We hope all races can cease hostilities."

"That's right," an old clan chief sighed. "Countless eons ago, our ancestors entered this ancient star from other star domains. What they sought, wasn't it precisely 'immortality'? A pity..."

"Back then, our ancestors' deductions were flawed, and they missed the path to immortality," the Great Saint of Myriad Dragon Nest nodded. "They placed their hopes on us, hoping our entire race could ascend to immortality. Let there not be continuous warfare at this time."

"If others do not offend me, I will naturally not resort to conflict," the Fighting Saint King's words were short and powerful.

Everyone else nodded. It was best for the Fighting Saint Ape lineage to let this matter pass; otherwise, there would truly be big trouble. They believed no one would want to provoke this monkey now. With one true body, two Dao bodies, and three Imperial Armaments, anyone who faced him would surely cough up blood. Furthermore, the power of faith from Mount Sumeru was like an ocean; who could possibly attack it? This monkey had become its master, making him inherently invincible!

"How about we let this storm dissipate?" Great Saint Huntuo said.

The Fighting Saint King nodded and said, "No problem. You all wait for a moment; I'll go wipe out the Eight Divisions of Gods completely to prevent them from causing trouble again in the future. Cessation of hostilities must be thorough."

With a "swoosh!", the three golden Saint Apes vanished from the battleground beyond the heavens. Great Saint Huntuo was speechless for a moment, and the others were also dumbfounded. Then, they all shouted together: "Show mercy!"

In the Central Region, outside True Sage City, a group of ancient clan powerhouses were all shaken. They had witnessed everything beyond the domain through their all-seeing divine eyes.

The Eight Divisions of Divine Generals turned ashen, each feeling their doomsday had arrived. The few Ancestral Kings' scalps tingled with dread; Kun Zhou was dead, what would become of them?

Great Saint Huntuo and others had come forward to mediate. Just now, they had held onto hope, thinking they could survive. But now, seeing that the Fighting Saint King had already made his decision and wouldn't yield to anyone...

Just like how he first killed Kun Zhou, he was now rushing down to create a fait accompli by eliminating them first.

"Flee!"

Everyone was left with only this thought!

There was simply no way to resist. Were they supposed to wait for a Great Saint wielding Imperial Armaments to come down and wipe them out one by one?

However, to their horror, they discovered there was a peerless grand formation outside True Sage City. Divine Silkworm Princess had prepared in advance, using a divine formation to trap the area.

"No!"

The Eight Divisions of Divine Generals were terrified; they all cried out, as this was tantamount to cutting off their escape route.

"Boom!"

The Fighting Saint King arrived incredibly fast, descending in an instant. He swept the Demon-Subduing Pestle forward; Buddhist light illuminated everything, flesh and blood flew, bone fragments splattered, and the descendants of the Eight Divisions of Divine Generals all screamed, dying in droves.

Even the few Ancient Kings could not escape. Under the weapon of Amitabha Great Emperor, they could only scream loudly before turning into blood and dust!

All the experts of the Myriad Races were silent as cicadas in cold weather; not a single person dared to say more. Even though the Fighting Saint King had become a Buddha, his nature remained as before, domineering and wild. The spirit that swept across the Primordial Era was still present.

The descendants of the Eight Divisions of Divine Generals screamed, but it changed nothing; not a single one could withstand a single blow from the Fighting Saint Ape!

And Divine Silkworm Princess also made a move, saying, "I said it: from today onwards, there will be no more Eight Divisions of Gods in this world. I will always deliver on my word."

Blood stained the sky. Experts from all races fell silent; not a single person dared to speak further, let alone interfere.

In this battle, the Eight Divisions of Gods were wiped out!

"Unless your ancestors revive, and the true Divine Generals return!" Divine Silkworm Princess said, "Otherwise, you can only be pawns in others' hands, acting as accomplices to evil and ruining the glorious name of the former Divine Divisions."

Silver Moon Heavenly King fled. The several Ancestral Kings who had scoffed that the Victorious Fighting Buddha would die in battle and turn into dust also fled; they had left the area when Kun Zhou could no longer contend.

The Fighting Saint King directly tore through space and pursued them. A quarter of an hour later, he brought them all back.

Before the old monkey went to the decisive battle beyond the heavens, he had already left marks on them; it would be useless even if they fled to the ends of the earth, unless they left this ancient star entirely.

"Great Saint of the Fighting Lineage, please be merciful!" an aged voice cried out.

"Pfft!"

The old monkey's hand descended, and the captured Silver Moon Heavenly King instantly turned into a mist of blood, his body and spirit annihilated, erased from existence.

"My elder brother once praised your cultivation talent," he said, "but that doesn't mean I approve of you!"