Historians were actually quite rare in the cultivation world. Partly because many sects and other powers curate rather edited versions of what could barely be called history in their favor.

Minor grievances could be turned into epic scandals that dictated the isolation or extermination of their foes. An innocent traveler is vilified to explain why they were stripped of all their valuables by an older cultivator.

It was not impossible to find greater powers that had more accurate records but it was still best to assume anything that sounded like it was too convenient for the hosting power was likely fiction or highly modified.

Still, some things come along that just flat out cannot be made any more absurd or less dramatic sounding if anyone tried. The fact all Celestials were turned into Fiends likely fell into that category but it was so massive and far reaching it was lost to time.

It was compounded by the punishment from Heaven and Earth to forget them entirely as well. Aside from that exception, the class of Master Tiers or the destruction of the Western Continent were the most consistent pieces of history one could rely on.

Some might attribute reasons or interpret events but the factual recording of what happened could be trusted as the results were plain to see for all.

The final end of the Fiend War was not some climatic battle or truly unprecedented rise of a Heaven blessed child, but physics.

Lind had gambled. He had gambled that liquid harmonic Qi would work similar to water. Water coming out of a hose just flows outward. It might have some power depending on the source and size of the hose, but it just would move at the speed it wished unobstructed.

It changed dramatically once obstacles or pressure was added. What was safe to dunk a head under and get washed could become powerful enough to flay flesh from bone.

Thankfully, he did not need that much power. What he could not do directly, he gambled physics could do for him.

The power came from the state of matter of the Qi rather than forcing it himself. The sprinklers were glorified crop irrigators in concept.

Rather than chucking water randomly, it simply moved outward and overlapped to make sure no area was missed.

He had had to use his Mystery Weapon to quickly condense a storm as a barrier to drive the Fiends into the killing zone, but it worked beyond his wildest dreams.

The design was simple and allowed other 6 elemental cultivators to do the same with their harmonies. It let the liquid form and flow at a gentle rate and only when leaving did it fall under pressure and become impossible to avoid!

There were few if any survivors on the first wave that was hit by it. Those that did, were easily killed due to their mental state. They were thrown so far off kilter by the unexpected method, they could not act as solidly in a unit as they did before.

The waves that followed came months later but it was plenty of time for a mass implementation of the new setup.

It also had unexpected benefits. No one had to be present to trigger it! The Fiends found the breaches with armies waiting as that would be too suspicious but the fighting ground to a halt until after they were wiped out.

A near century followed before Lind was able to modify ships, now that he was freed up, to fly across the Void Ocean once more and wreak havoc.

The Fiends were in worse shape over the Void Ocean than them but they expected the storms as Lind had used before. No one survived to relay the new threat.

A thousand year campaign followed as the simple sprinkler design was sent out across the lower realms. The 6 elementals, once maligned and now on the rise, became critical in the fight against the Fiends.

All the wars, sacrifices, and sheer epochs of tragedy were finally avenged.

It was not some genius tactic or all powerful cultivator that made it possible, it was simply knowledge and application. The nature of the Fiends and their reaction to harmonies were what made victory possible.

Many scholars noted that Heaven and Earth were fair but many had wondered if Fiends had gone beyond the bounds of it. There seemed no way to ever truly eliminate them, yet it had always been there.

Overlooked and underestimated, the 6 elementals had been the solution all along.

Lind stood on the barren Eastern Continent. He was looking at a map of what was left of the land mass. It had once boasted valleys, mountain ranges, and vistas to take the breath away but it was all gray now.

Whole pieces were almost ripped out below sea level in the interior.

The coasts were largely intact but only just. The western side was the worst for obvious reasons.

Many were probably celebrating but the Divine Realm cultivators did not relax. One enemy was still confirmed out there. One had not been found.

The Bastard still survived but he was likely sweating bullets a little. The cover of the war had not given him many opportunities but the new weapon made his attacks even more suicidal.

He had tried to get Lysanna at one point. She was only an Immortal and while guarded, usually not on the front lines. Lind had almost hoped he would get to her as it would be his last act!

Did the Bastard really think he would not protect her from him or any Fiend?

Still, the sprinkler, that Lysanna insisted on calling Fiend Repeller, had already been installed in the Blessed Crimson Range.

It had been now 500 years since the Bastard was seen so the Divine Realm cultivators did not disband. They were actively hunting him.

The issue was he was talented in hiding to an extent even Lind had underestimated. He realized the Bastard may have not just been putting on a show with his normal shadowy visage. He may have been always hiding as his primary ability.

The terror of death had driven the Bastard to shatter the rules of Heaven and Earth. It followed he would hone any skill that ensured survival. His arrogance was only known after he became a Divine Fiend. Before that, very few knew about him. Not even other Fiends had spoken of him but they had to have known him.

Whatever his old names were, they were lost to history. The Bastard would have ensured no traces survived to keep him safe. No past means no leverage or weaknesses to be discovered.

Lind snapped out of his revelry as he pointed at the maps.

"We will implant the 18 Seeds in these positions here and repeat the process in all four primary directions. We will then bury them and step back." The room was filled with Master Tiers.

After the Fiends were essentially wiped out, they focused on healing the ravaged continents. The Northern Continent was recovering on its own but would get a helping hand. The Western Lament, now the Western Sun Islands, would be bridged as possible.

The Southern Continent was in the best shape but still had large tracts of destroyed areas. They were left alone aside from a few infusions of vitality from the Divine Lords.

The Eastern Continent was a disaster. It had been gutted not only by the dark bridge attempt but later the Fiends had stripped it bare of resources for their artifact vessels.

Lind was adapting his tried and true method of elemental Seeds. They would become centers of power for each area and given bland stone and soil to work with.

It would be up to Heaven and Earth after that. It would likely be billions of years before anything like recovery could be applied.

This was also the continent where the Bastard may have left some nasty surprises so the Seeds would act as a purification for that as well. Lind had already had the Harmonic Dragons raze the surface and every accessible area with their breath.

Some areas had shown considerable vile smoke but it was quickly burned away. There were no facilities at all which begged the question where the artifact ships had been built.

It would take time to find a sealed realm, but they could resolve that threat with preparation.

Platforms that were engraved with weavings to sustain their floating positions would have the sprinklers installed. Any Fiend Qi or aura would set them off.

It would also act as a good dose of infusion of energy to the damaged continent.

Every continent was getting them, especially the Western Sun Islands. There were too many isolated islands and not enough people.

Immortals could make most of the materials for the platforms which the Divine Lands had plenty of.

The Master Tiers nodded and gathered the spheres outside. Lind flew up and looked down. For the first time in his life since he met his first one, there were no Fiends. It was hard to describe it.

He knew they still existed in the lower worlds but they were being choked off and eventually, they would cease to be.

Celestials were returning as well. It was as if the removal of the Fiends triggered an explosive return of them. Now that the Eastern Continent was on track, he was truly free.

At last, he could focus on the one remaining goal.

Kill the Bastard.