Survival for All: I can deconstruct projections and synthesize everything.

The Holy Spirit Clan's sacred grounds are now deathly silent.

Those surviving members of the Holy Spirit Clan, looking at their devastated homeland and the mountains of corpses piled up, were filled with grief and despair.

Pale blue blood stained the entire sacred site, and the air was filled with a strong stench of blood.

In this battle that lasted three days and three nights, nearly 90% of the hundreds of thousands of Holy Spirit Clan members were lost.

Those golden wings that once soared over the holy land are now reduced to just a handful, standing out in the gray mist with a profound sense of loneliness.

And those middle and high-ranking leaders, those generals who led their people in bloody battles, all perished in the fighting.

Sheng Hui stood at the highest point of the holy land, his silvery-white eyes sweeping over the land he had protected for countless years, a deep weariness and sorrow flashing in his eyes.

He was still injured, and the dent in his chest caused by the Dark Erosion had not fully healed, causing a sharp pain with every breath.

But his gaze remained fixed on the dead members of his clan.

"Elder..." a young voice sounded behind him.

Sheng Hui turned his head and saw a young Holy Spirit warrior standing behind him.

This warrior looks quite young, and his wings are only light gold, indicating that his strength is only around the fifth rank.

But in his eyes shone a firmness beyond his years.

"Have the statistics come out yet?" Sheng Hui asked, his voice hoarse and tired.

The young soldier nodded, his eyes slightly reddening.

"Elder, we...we have lost nearly 90% of our people."

"The original 570,000 people have now been reduced to less than 50,000."

"Moreover, all the generals, all the city lords, all the army commanders... all died in battle."

"Those who are still alive are mostly ordinary members of the tribe, and a few... and a few children..."

His voice grew softer and softer until it almost turned into a sob.

Sheng Hui's body trembled violently.

He knew the losses would be severe, but he didn't expect them to be this severe.

Nearly 90%...

This number was even more terrifying than he had anticipated.

Among those who died were his comrades-in-arms, his descendants, and children he had watched grow up.

But now, they are all dead.

Saint Flame walked to Saint Radiance's side. His face was still pale. Although the frost power in his body had been dispelled by Lin Xiao's miniature universe power, the aftereffects would take a long time to recover.

"Brother, what should we do?" he asked, his voice tinged with confusion.

The Holy Spirit Clan has survived in the Misty World for countless years and has experienced countless sieges, but never before has it been as devastating as this.

In the past, although there were losses each time, at least the middle and upper levels were still there, and at least the foundation of the community was still there.

But this time, almost all of the middle and senior management were wiped out.

Without generals, without city lords, and without those experienced leaders, the Holy Spirit Clan was like a ship without a helmsman, drifting in the fog.

Holy Light also came over. Although his consciousness was still a little blurry, his eyes were very clear.

"Brother, we have to make a choice."

He paused, then continued, "In our current state, we simply cannot survive independently in the Misty World."

"Next time, if the Misty World sends another ninth-tier being, we won't even have the ability to resist."

Sheng Hui remained silent.

He knew that what the Holy Light said was true.

The Holy Spirit Clan, let alone a ninth-tier enemy, could be completely annihilated even by an eighth-tier enemy.

Although the three elders are still alive, their injuries will take at least several months to heal.

The ordinary members of the tribe were simply no match for any organized attack.

"Where is Alliance Leader Lin Xiao?" Sheng Hui asked.

Saint Flame pointed to the outer perimeter of the holy land: "He's there, healing the wounds of our people."

Sheng Hui nodded and walked towards Lin Xiao.

On the outskirts of the holy land, Lin Xiao was sitting cross-legged on the ground, the power of the miniature universe flowing around him, and seven-colored light enveloping the still-living members of the Holy Spirit Clan.

Those clansmen were all wounded; some were corroded by the power of the mist, some were frozen by the power of frost, and some were severely injured by soul attacks.

Lin Xiao's Myriad Realities True Self Rule operated at full power, repairing those injuries one by one.

Corroded skin becomes smooth again, frozen blood begins to flow again, and a severely wounded soul slowly regains its clarity.

The faces of the tribespeople changed from pale to rosy, from despair to hope.

They looked at Lin Xiao with eyes full of gratitude and awe.

This leader from the Eternal Alliance not only saved their lives but also helped treat their injuries.

They will never forget this kindness.

Sheng Hui walked to Lin Xiao's side and bowed deeply.

"Alliance Leader Lin Xiao, thank you for saving our people."

"If you hadn't arrived in time, our Holy Spirit Clan would probably already be..."

He didn't continue, but his meaning was already quite clear.

Lin Xiao opened her eyes, looked at Sheng Hui, and shook her head slightly.

"You're welcome. You've helped us before. If it weren't for you holding back the ninth-tier beings in the Mist World, the Eternal Alliance might have been breached long ago."

"We are allies on the same front, so it's only right that we help each other."

Sheng Hui took a deep breath, a resolute glint in his eyes.

"Alliance Leader Lin Xiao, I have a request."

Lin Xiao's brow twitched slightly: "Go ahead."

Sheng Hui gritted his teeth and made the decision he had been thinking about for a long time.

"We, the Holy Spirit race, wish to join the Eternal Alliance."

Lin Xiao's expression hardened slightly.

He hadn't expected Sheng Hui to make such a decision.

The Holy Spirit Clan is an ancient race with a history spanning countless years. Their pride and self-respect have allowed them to survive independently in the Misty World for so long.

Even in the most difficult times, they did not bow to any power.

But now, they have proactively proposed to join the Eternal Alliance.

This indicates that Holy Radiance has realized that the Holy Spirit Clan is on the verge of life and death.

If they do not seek refuge, only destruction awaits them.

"Are you sure?" Lin Xiao asked, the Omniscient Rule operating at full power, analyzing every emotional fluctuation of Sheng Hui.

Sheng Hui nodded, a resolute glint in his eyes.

"I'm sure."

"The Holy Spirit Clan is no longer capable of surviving independently."

"Ninety percent of our people have been lost, all the middle and high-ranking officers have died in battle, and only the three of us old guys are still holding on."

"If we remain outside, we will surely die the next time the Mist World attacks."

"By then, the Holy Spirit Clan will have truly and completely disappeared."

He paused, then continued, "But if we join the Eternal Alliance, at least our people can survive, and at least our bloodline can continue."

"Moreover, I can tell that you are a trustworthy person."

"We, the Holy Spirit Clan, will never forget your kindness in risking your life to save us."

Lin Xiao fell silent.

The Omniscient Rule told him that Sheng Hui was telling the truth.

There was no falsehood, no scheming, only pure sincerity.

This is the final choice made by an old man who had nowhere else to turn, in order to ensure the continuation of his community.

"Okay." Lin Xiao nodded, her voice calm and firm.

"From this day forward, the Holy Spirit Race is part of the Eternal Alliance."

"I will create a new home for you in a miniature universe, a place free from mist and corruption, where there is only safety and peace."

"Your people can rest and rebuild their homes there."

A tear glistened in Sheng Hui's eyes.

He bowed deeply once again.

"Thank you, Alliance Leader Lin Xiao."

"The Holy Spirit Clan will never forget your kindness."

Lin Xiao shook her head: "No need to thank me. From now on, we are family."

He stood up, and the miniature universe unfolded at full power.

Seven-colored light surged from his body, condensing into a huge passage in the void.

At the end of the passage lies a blank area in a miniature universe.

There were no stars, no nebulae, only a pure space.

Lin Xiao plans to create a new home for the Holy Spirit Clan there.

"Let your people enter the passage," he said. "I will lead you to your new home."

Sheng Hui nodded, turned around, and looked at the surviving members of his clan.

His voice resonated in the consciousness of every member of his tribe, firm and powerful.

"Fellow citizens, from this day forward, our Holy Spirit Clan will be incorporated into the Eternal Alliance."

"We will enter Alliance Leader Lin Xiao's miniature universe to rebuild our home there."

"There is no fog, no corrosion there, only safety and hope."

"I know this is a difficult decision, but it's our only chance to survive."

"I assure you, one day we will return to this land and reclaim everything that is rightfully ours."

The tribespeople fell silent.

Then, one by one, they stood up.

Hope was rekindled in their eyes.

They stepped into the passageway and headed towards their new home.

Holy Radiance, Holy Flame, and Holy Light stood at the entrance of the passage, watching the backs of their clansmen, a complex light flashing in their eyes.

They didn't know whether the decision was right or wrong.

But they knew it was the only option at the moment.

"Let's go," Sheng Hui said softly, stepping into the passage.

Holy flame and holy light followed closely behind.

As Lin Xiao watched their retreating figures, the power of the miniature universe quietly began to operate, creating a new home for the Holy Spirit Clan.

Golden holy light gathered in his palm, transforming into buildings, forests, and rivers.

That was the new home he prepared for the Holy Spirit Clan, a place without war, without death, only peace and hope.

An hour later, all the surviving members of the Holy Spirit Clan entered the miniature universe.

Lin Xiao took a deep breath, and the miniature universe contracted and merged into his body.

Then, he turned around and flew towards the Eternal Alliance.

Behind them, the territory of the Holy Spirit Clan fell into complete silence.

Those once prosperous cities and bustling streets are now nothing but ruins and corpses.

A gray mist slowly rolled in, engulfing everything.

The Holy Spirit Clan, an ancient race that had survived for countless years in the Misty World, has now left their homeland.

But they did not perish.

They are just waiting, waiting for the day when they can return to this land.

Within Lin Xiao's miniature universe, a new Holy Spirit race is slowly being born.