I am a living immortal.

Chapter 541 After the War

Cang uttered his final wish.

Before his body completely dissipated, a trace of faith came to the Holy Lord. It seemed that this sentence was sincere.

"I received your prayer."

Even after Cang's death, the stone dice in his hand persisted. It fell to the ground and rolled several times, its runes undimmed. It seemed this magical artifact wasn't Cang's own. The Sage Lord waved his hand, and the stone dice flew before him. A closer look revealed it wasn't stone, but the skeleton of some creature. Within the dice lay a shimmering, translucent marrow.

It also contains an unimaginable amount of vitality.

It is a rare treasure, but no one knows what kind of creature it is. Just this one thing shows that it has such a huge vitality, which even the Holy Lord has never seen before.

No, he seemed to have seen it, not before, but just now...

Looking at the giant beast that had fallen to the ground, the power in the dice seemed to share the same origin as the beast. Furthermore, when the Saint Lord approached, he discovered that the beast seemed to be only a juvenile.

"this......"

When he approached with the dice in hand, the beast lost its previous brutality and instead treated him kindly, just like his own parents. All of this was because of the dice in his hand.

No wonder such a behemoth could be controlled by Cang. And the behemoth valued the dice far more than one could imagine. Even after the Saint King slashed it with a knife, a blow that nearly took its life, it still felt a sense of closeness to the person holding the dice.

It's really magical.

Actually, Cang was also quite remarkable. This great demon, who had lived for who knows how long, clearly yearned for life, even willing to be the dog of his enemies. It was the enemies, and Cang's words before his death were filled with resentment, resentment towards the gods.

He could have begged for mercy but died instantly.

The Saint King didn't understand before, but now he understands after he devoured that ray of faith. He has always been looking for an opportunity for revenge, so he has to live, do whatever it takes to survive, even if it means living in humiliation under the eyes of his enemies. As long as he is alive, there is a chance.

But living with humiliation for hundreds of years is too tiring.

The Holy Lord's appearance gave Cang hope, a hope of ending the gods' reign. So he bravely faced death, even offering his final aid, the behemoth before him. Though only a juvenile, it possessed strength rivaling even the greatest demons. If it grew to full size, its potential would be immeasurable. Just like the dice in his hand, even a single point possessed immense vitality.

It is both help and a plea for shelter.

The Holy Lord stroked the scales of the giant beast, and bit by bit, his strength merged into the beast's body. The scars on its body healed quickly, and it was so comfortable that its compound eyes narrowed.

At this moment, the survivors of Si Shui City approached the Holy King.

The giant beast sensed the approach of other auras, suddenly opened its eyes, and entered an attacking state, with the air flowing around it becoming much faster.

"Who are you?" asked an elder.

The survivors were in very poor condition, their armor shattered and most of them wounded. However, those who had managed to come closer were already in the best condition. Most of them stood still, their long swords dripping with blood, waiting for someone to notify them of the end of the war.

In reality, these people had already lost consciousness, relying solely on instinct and their last breath to hang on. Perhaps the moment they heard the war was over, their breath dissipated and they died.

"Now is not the time to talk about this, right? It doesn't matter who I am. What's important is you and them." The Holy Lord pointed at the people standing alone.

The elder immediately realized that the most important thing now was to hold on to this breath and not let it dissipate.

Sishui City had seen many storms and waves before. As soon as the war ended, they mobilized immediately. Some collected the bodies, some repaired the city walls, some treated the wounded, and some prepared medicinal herbs. This was no stranger to such a scene, so they knew what to do. Bowl after bowl of medicinal herbs were sent out of the city and forced into the mouths of the unconscious survivors.

These medicinal decoctions, having undergone thousands of evolutions, have long since matured, possessing the power to calm the soul, heal wounds, replenish qi, blood, and spirit. Now it all depends on the willpower of these individuals. In fact, at this point, most people can make it. If they do, they will undergo a comprehensive transformation, both physically and mentally, becoming true warriors.

Of course, there will be a small number of people who cannot survive, and the final result is death.

The whole city of Surabaya is busy.

Even outside the city, people were collecting the corpses, blood, and bones of the monsters. Those who died in battle carved monuments and wrote inscriptions on them, their names forever etched on the city walls.

The Sage King walked through the city. This city didn't look like one that had just experienced war. Amidst the bustle, one could see a thriving scene. The shadow of war seemed to have dissipated at its end, and the people, without time to mourn, marched forward into the future.

And the dead also guard the city in a special way.

Looking up at the magnificent city walls, white shadows gazed into the distance from the top. Busy people were unaware that this was a watch, waiting for the next crisis to arrive. They would serve as the last line of defense and fight for the city of Surabaya once again.

Many people were unaware they were saved by the Saint. He stood out in the city, and almost everyone who passed by glanced at him, but his gentle demeanor was comforting. Those who knew him held him in awe.

They knew that the person in front of them was extraordinary, and although they didn't know what to do, they didn't dare to disturb him.

The Saint King had traveled throughout Sishui City for the past few days, then returned to his starting point. Several elders had already arrived before him. While it was unknown what this deity's intentions were, it was true that he had saved Sishui City, and he was incredibly powerful. The behemoths and demons that had crushed them couldn't even withstand a single blow from him.

Such a being came to Si Shui City, there must be a reason for it.

"I'm sorry, I've been too busy these days and haven't been able to entertain you properly. Please forgive me." An elder said cautiously.

"Haha, no need to be so reserved." The Saint Lord could sense the uneasiness of those present. Indeed, no one could ignore such a favor. All they could do was to do their utmost to satisfy it. But it was clear the man before them was after more than a simple gift, and they wouldn't refuse. At worst, they could return the life they had saved. Having lived these extra days was a win.

The Holy Lord didn't know what these people in front of him were thinking. If he knew, he would definitely be amazed. After all, this kind of thought process is not something that ordinary people can possess.