Tonight was the longest night in the history of Dahe Market.0

Thousands of rogue cultivators, whether by choice or by circumstance, had been swept into a chaotic battle. No one knew how many had lost decades of cultivation in a single night. Nor could anyone say how many lucky individuals had seized the moment, taking a decisive step forward in their cultivation journey.0

Luo Chen only knew that when the smoke cleared and the first light of dawn crept across the horizon, the ground beneath him was littered with countless corpses.0

Some bodies remained intact, their features still recognizable. Others were so mutilated that, if not for the Poshan Gang's iron token, no one would have known their identities. And this was already considered fortunate.0

The most unfortunate had been obliterated entirely, leaving behind not even bones to piece together, merely traces of scorched earth and shattered stone from spellfire and enchanted weapons.0

Gu Caiyi face paled, the coughing Granny Yuan, Murong Qinglian held in Qin Liangchen's one-armed embrace, and over twenty remaining Qi-Refining cultivators, all of their eyes were on Luo Chen.0

They watched as he crouched down and lifted a white cloth. One familiar face after another emerged from beneath it. At the very front lay a man whose features were all too familiar, his presence still lingering as if his voice could be heard echoing in the wind. Yet the terror and unwillingness frozen in his lifeless eyes, even after an entire night had passed, left those who looked upon him with a deep sense of sorrow.0

"Elder Sikong… may you rest in peace." 3

Luo Chen reached out, gently closing the elder's lifeless eyes. As he stood up, he barely had a moment before Zhou Yuanli stepped forward to report.0

"Last night's battle cost us thirty-one lives in the Alchemy Hall and forty-three in the Medicine Hall. We lost one ninth stage Qi-Refining cultivator, Elder Sikong Shoujia, slain...1