The entire sect is obsessed with love, but I'm the only one who's truly insane.

This battle between the spirit realm and the demon realm lasted for a full five years.

People from various sects have come and gone in waves, but the Supreme Sect has remained consistent.

On many nights when demons howled, cultivators from many sects and clans on duty had seen a tiny yet resolute ray of light on the front lines.

Gradually, people learned that he was none other than Lin Du Zhenren, the current leader of array formations, representing the highest level of array formations and the solidity and longevity of the last line of defense in the spirit world.

But no one knew who the person following behind Master Lin Du was.

It was probably some reclusive great master, or some said it was a spirit beast contracted by Master Lin Du. The man had silver hair, wore a simple robe, and carried a lantern. He was never absent.

"I wonder if my eldest daughter even recognizes me anymore." Mu Chen said this for the hundredth time in one day. "When will all the demons die out?"

Qiu Ling just smiled as she touched a small brocade pouch. Lin Du knew that it contained some letters sent by her junior apprentice.

It wasn't that one of them couldn't stay in the sect, but the child firmly refused, saying that he could cultivate in seclusion and that he could keep his grandmaster in the library company, so there was nothing to worry about.

In five years, not a single person from the Supreme Sect turned back.

"I wonder if the fields behind the mountain are all overgrown with weeds," Mo Lin said out of the blue.

Summer didn't say anything, "The herb field doesn't know how, but we happen to have some that we can use."

"That's true." Mo Lin scratched his head. "After the final battle, we can go back and collect herbs; we've used them all up."

Over the years, the various alliances have been coordinating resources. Herbs, array stones, refining materials, and fortress materials are all sent from behind, so they don't need to worry too much.

Many chambers of commerce and families took the lead in donating supplies, which ensured that they had no worries.

Xia Tian hummed in response, without pointing anything out.

The gates of the Supreme Sect have been completely closed for five years.

There was only a young boy and an old man who lived in seclusion in the mountains.

No one wants this war to end again, the gates to reopen, and the world to be at peace.

Chu Guanmeng never complained about what she wanted to eat. Every time, the old man from the Tongtian Sect would come over and cook something special for her, complaining that he couldn't have any serious conversations with those people while he cooked something for her.

The old man comes every few days, and he has been doing this for five years. Occasionally he doesn't come, it's because someone in the sect has been injured.

Even with such a fragmented Tongtian Sect, it hadn't been there for five years.

Quan Jiangren also came to the front line three years ago. At first, he only helped treat some monsters that were missing arms or legs or had damaged internal organs in the fortress of the demon race. He found a rag and had a monkey hold it up to "reconnect severed limbs and create artificial limbs". Later, he gradually began to treat the spiritual practitioners in Zhongzhou.

At first, the fat old man pretended not to know Quan Jiangren. But after Quan Jiangren helped a junior disciple of the Tongtian Sect attach a metal hand, the old man gradually revealed his true colors and started chatting with people whenever he had free time.

The young disciple lost his right hand but gained a mechanical hand that wasn't afraid of getting burned and could directly lift the hot stove. He was overjoyed and was the first to rush up to grab the freshly boiled iron pot, proudly showing off his newbie skills.

As Sheng Yan watched, he suddenly smiled, turned around, and met Xia Tianwu's smiling gaze.

Chu Guanmeng's shout came from the side, "Wow! That's amazing! Lin Du at your age wouldn't even want to lift a hot soup bowl!"

Lin Du, who actually didn't want to take the medicine at all, crossed his arms and didn't say anything. He turned his head and looked at Sheng Yan's complicated yet relieved smile, and smiled along with her.

Life goes on, and new hope and fulfillment will emerge from hardship and loss.

The final battle lasted longer than they had imagined.

The original plan was to rotate three teams, but no one was willing to leave the field, and it eventually turned into a deadly battle that lasted day and night.

For ten whole days, no one retreated.

They finally reached the heart of the demon realm, where the demon palace was located.

It wasn't until some demons knelt down, kowtowed, and begged for mercy that Lin Du suddenly realized that they were probably... really going to win.

Lin Du finished off the kneeling demon with a single blow, then turned around and suddenly noticed a cultivator who felt reluctant to stop.

She raised her right hand expressionlessly, and an ice blade pierced through the demon's embryo.

The cultivator suddenly came to his senses, but still couldn't find the person who had actually made the move.

He was about to move forward when he was startled and broke out in a cold sweat, because next to the gradually dissipating demon corpse was the Earth Demon Thorn that the sect elders had repeatedly emphasized to be careful of.

If he takes just one step away, he will fall into the trap.

Suddenly someone shouted, "We won!!! The Great Demon is dead!!! By annihilating the remaining demons, we've all won!!"

The cultivator looked up and saw a crimson flag hanging on the tallest building in the Demon Realm.

"Spiritual practice has triumphed!! The demon realm has been wiped out!!!"

"We won! We won! We won! Charge!"

Yuan Ye put his hands on his hips, listening to the almost venting and excited shouts from below the tower, then turned to look at Ni Jinxuan triumphantly, "See, I was right! A war needs banners."

The presence of banners signifies the dawn of victory and a sense of belonging among the people.

It was more than just a simple strip of cloth.

Ni Jinxuan retracted the whip from which she had been holding the flag. "Alright, alright, go! Let's go and wipe out the evil spirits!"

During this final cleanup, everyone was on the verge of exhaustion, yet they were also extremely excited. Even if they only had the strength to walk, they wanted to measure the land with their feet and clean it one last time.

The demon realm, which had accumulated over hundreds of thousands of years, was finally wiped out one by one.

Lin Du held the Floating Life Fan, standing in a dark and mottled rocky area. He spread his divine sense outwards, and it seemed as if he heard countless resentments and despair.

Wei Zhi appeared out of nowhere and said, "There's something I want to give you; it might be useful."

He looked into her somewhat unfocused gray eyes. "Chu Guanmeng told me that you can sense the intense seven emotions in the world and the greed, anger, and ignorance that have become the three poisons, and that you will be trapped in them for a period of time. She asked me if I had any solutions."

Lin Du snapped out of his daze, shook his head, and tried to shake off the resentment and the three poisons that filled his consciousness. "It's strange. Originally, demons were formed from the accumulation of the three poisons over time. I didn't react to this before."

But in these three years, I've become increasingly aware of it.

Although this resulted in a significant increase in her ability to damage demons, the aftereffects also placed a considerable burden on her consciousness.

"It's better to be blind. If we weren't blind, the higher our cultivation level, the farther and more we could see."

She chuckled self-deprecatingly, "Perhaps it's because the sun is about to rise in the demon realm."

"Here, wear this and it should restore your purity." Wei Zhi opened his hand, revealing a round, jade-colored bead in his palm.

Lin Du lowered his eyes, looked around for a while, and said uncertainly, "I don't seem to remember any high monk who died on the battlefield and was cremated on the spot."

Wei Zhi withdrew his hand, speechless, and said, "I'm dead."

Lin Du asked suspiciously, "You can even have relics?"

Wei Zhi stared at her without saying a word.

Lin Du continued to probe, "You wouldn't have removed the Buddha's relics you sealed away, would you?"

Wei Zhi continued to stare at her, but still did not answer.

Lin Du understood and answered the question himself, "It wasn't dismantled, but you went to the Ten Thousand Demon Cave and found this relic whose power wasn't sealed, so you brought it back?"

Wei Zhi finally spoke, "Yes, my relic can break through all karmic obstacles and mental barriers. I think you need it."

"You just gave it to me like that?" Lin Du raised her hand and pressed her slightly throbbing temples. Actually, it wasn't a necessity; she could just go back and copy scriptures.

"It's yours." Wei Zhi placed the relic back in front of her. "Without you, there would be no relic that carries the great meaning of purity, and I don't need it now."

"It's not a deal," he added. "And there shouldn't be a deal."

Lin Du paused for a long time before reaching out, and the jade-colored bead fell from Wei Zhi's hand into her palm.

Chu Guanmeng suddenly appeared out of nowhere and said excitedly, "This can be tied to a red string! That way you won't want to be blind."

Lin Du glanced at the clueless ball of fur, raised his eyebrows slightly, and lowered his head to think about how to attach the beads.

"I'll do it."

Lin Du glanced at the red string on her wrist, the string she had tied herself around her wrist.

Using her divine sense, she manipulated the red rope into the air. When Wei Zhi raised her hand, she found that the red rope was somewhat unwilling to be touched. So she had to use her spiritual power to forcefully tie a strange knot in the red rope from a distance, and secure the relic with the red rope.

As soon as it was secured, the red string with the relic quickly coiled around Lin Du's wrist.

"Alright." Wei Zhi withdrew his hand, his fingertips showing clear blood from where the red rope had cut them.

Clearly, when they first met, the red rope struck sharply, yet the man's hand didn't even tremble slightly.

Lin Du withdrew his gaze. "Thank you."

Wei Zhi shook his head and said nothing more.

This perception of the seven emotions often serves as an aid to Lin Du, but along with this aid comes a heavy burden. His consciousness, filled with intense resentment and complex emotions, makes it more difficult for him to think rationally and make correct judgments and reactions than usual.

Fortunately, Lin Du has always been steadfast and will not be affected; it is merely a minor inconvenience on his path of cultivation that has troubled him for a long time.

Lin Du only needs to go back and rest for a while, and the problem will resolve itself.

But now, it can be done immediately, as if a heavy burden has been lifted.

Lin Du calmly released his divine sense, which spread outward like a vast ocean to most of the demon realm, searching for and eliminating the remaining evil spirits one by one.

Along the way, many exhausted spiritual practitioners could be seen sitting down on the spot, looking up at the sky.

Today, a sliver of light briefly broke through the darkness above the demon realm, which had been suppressed by demonic energy accumulated over hundreds of thousands of years.

Amidst the rolling, thick clouds, only a sliver of light shines through, but that light will eventually illuminate the entire earth once more.

From then on, the war between spirits and demons came to a complete end. The evil spirits that had plagued the spirit world and harmed countless spiritual practitioners disappeared without a trace. The world was free of demons, and peace was finally established for all generations.