This place had become a chaotic, blood-soaked battlefield!

No need to think about it: after this war, most of the Supreme Martial halls would definitely hide themselves at once, lie dormant and nurse their wounds, refusing to give their opponents any chance to hunt them.

...

The Golden List was shattered, and the New List came to support it, helping it resist the corrosion from those twisted faces in the great mist—those were the embodiment of rules, the tangible carriers of order.

"For you all!"

The Golden List spoke. Those Big Medicines it had been simmering earlier turned into streaks of flowing light, flying in all directions to heal everyone who had fallen to the ground.

Not only that, it also distributed all kinds of rewards, sending them before each and every person.

In truth, if they couldn't escape this place, many of them would die, and some rewards didn't need to be issued at all, but it fulfilled its promise in advance.

It was not the Tao List; it had complex emotional fluctuations and wasn't so cold, not purely rational.

Nourished by the medicinal power, Qin Ming's body rapidly recovered, the fatigue gone. He didn't receive any extra treasure medicine.

The Golden List reminded him that his Fifth Realm True Form Tribulation would most likely be terrifying; it would be best to temper himself well, to avoid stepping onto a dead end where body and soul were both annihilated.

"This is…" Qin Ming was astonished. At the final moment, the Golden List sent him a piece of Exotic Gold, the size of a palm and quite thick.

If he used this to forge Weapons, there should be no problem crafting a Short Blade as long as his forearm.

In fact, doing so was too extravagant. No one would be willing to do that. Many Weapons could be large or small at will and weren't cast at their true proportions; even peak Earth Immortals had to calculate carefully.

Qin Ming's heart trembled. He knew very well that with his Combat Merits he absolutely could not redeem such a large piece of Exotic Gold—he was far from it.

After all, at the Otherworld auction houses, even a Exotic Gold the size of a fingertip was worth a fortune. For such a large piece in front of him, how many Day Gold would it be worth? It was impossible to estimate!

"This is compensation from the New List and me to you," the Golden List said weakly.

There was no need for many words; Qin Ming understood.

He saw that the New List had also been torn apart, reduced to fragments.

Qin Ming was very worried. Were these two Lists going to be destroyed?

The Golden List said, "After this battle, if we are not dead, we will likely have to sleep for a very long time. If fate allows… perhaps we will meet again."

At the same time it transmitted its voice, asking, "What Weapons do you want to forge it into?"

"A blade!" Qin Ming blurted out. In this situation, if he had to keep fighting, he wanted to charge into battle with a blade in hand. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

With a flash of brilliant Immortal Light, a Short Blade as long as his forearm appeared in Qin Ming's hand. Its whole body was lustrous white, warm like the finest mutton-fat jade—this was an Exotic Gold Blade, made from the best material in the world.

The Golden List transmitted its voice: "You… should go. After all, you have all done your best. I will try to escort you away."

It sent corresponding Primordial Qi, Xuanhuang Qi and the like to the Earth Immortals. Although the amounts were small, it was barely enough for them to use; in the end, it had not broken its promise.

The others all received the Combat Merits rewards they were due.

In an instant, the Golden List seethed. Dozens, then hundreds of fragments forcibly gathered together, lifting everyone up, wrapping and protecting them with Tao Patterns as it tore through the great mist, intending to leave.

However, it was intercepted.

"Tao List, help me, fulfill the contract!" the Golden List said weakly.

In the end, a group of people were wrapped in all kinds of flowing-light fragments, blasted out of this Earth Realm, and shot into a "Heavenly Chasm," heading toward the Yujing Territory.

However, on their way back, one small shadow after another appeared, intercepting them along the route.

A colossal thing—the Immortal Blood Calamity. After being torn apart in the past, it had formed many fragments, which were now appearing one by one.

In those Yin Fog were one vivid figure after another, reproduced as though real.

With a clang, Qin Ming drew his blade, ready to fight a blood-soaked battle on the way home! At his side, Tang Yushang and Bai Meng were also prepared for a life-and-death war.