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Chapter 418 The End
Within the Pure Yang Myriad Realms Map, the Ascension Platform atop Zhongshan Mountain has now transformed into an independent Daoist temple. Xu Qing's will imprint floats silently, its radiance restrained, yet it seems to be the absolute core of this new world.

Below the stage, Feng Wu, Xu Xuanhu, and Changchunzi and Yuyangzi, who had just been rescued and whose primordial spirits were dim, all looked solemn and waited quietly for his words.

In the center of the dojo, a faint, ice-blue ball of light, like a candle flickering in the wind, was enveloped by a gentle, chaotic current of energy and floated quietly.

Within that ball of light lay Xu Qingzhu's true spirit, which had fallen into its deepest slumber. Wrapped around it were wisps of withered, rust-like Dao principles of annihilation, a supreme curse originating from the combined power of three ancient celestial giants, relentlessly erasing the last traces of her existence.

“Husband…” Feng Wu gazed at the ball of light, her eyes filled with sorrow, “Qingzhu…”

Xu Qing's will sent a gentle wave of energy, soothing her mind: "Don't worry, Awu, with me here, Qingzhu will not truly perish. However, this injury is not an ordinary injury of the Great Dao, but is tainted with the original imprint of an ancient celestial giant, and ordinary methods are not enough to eradicate it."

Everyone present felt a chill run down their spines. The power of even a wisp of the primordial imprint of an existence that could not be erased by time was terrifying beyond the comprehension of ordinary Great Luo Immortals.

"Father, what method do you intend to use to save my little sister?" Xu Xuanhu stepped forward, his voice steady. He now wields the Eight Trigrams Furnace, his cultivation advancing daily. The aura of a primordial ancestral witch flows around him, combining with his indestructible bloodline to create a unique domineering majesty.

"As long as Qingzhu's true spirit is included in the Investiture of the Gods, her immortal body can be reshaped. Although her future path will be cut off, her life can be preserved."

This is indeed the safest and most direct method at present. Given Xu Qing's current status and the potential of the Pure Yang Myriad Realms Map, as long as the Investiture of the Gods is successfully completed, bestowing upon a deity who will forever enjoy the fortune of the Heavenly Court will be a piece of cake.

Xu Xuanhu was taken aback upon hearing this, "This... I'm afraid it won't work."

Although he hadn't spent much time with Xu Qingzhu, Xu Xuanhu knew her temperament well; if he cut off her path forward, it would be no different from death.

Xu Qing nodded slightly: "I know Qingzhu's thoughts, so we will not take this route."

He said it lightly.

But Changchunzi and the others could fully appreciate the weight of those words.

The difficulty of bypassing the Investiture of the Gods to rescue Xu Qingzhu is unimaginable.

Even if one were to endure countless trials and tribulations, success would still be difficult.

Daojun's willingness to choose the difficult path over the easy one for his daughter is truly moving.

This also shows that Xu Qing's humanity still outweighs his moral principles.

I really don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing.

"Then... what does Father intend to do?" Xu Xuanhu asked.

"Your father has his own plans." In Xu Qing's mind, the endless cycle of the Great Dao of Taiyi appeared. With absolute calculation power and insight into cause and effect, he clearly deduced a path full of endless dangers, yet containing a glimmer of hope, and even capable of enabling his daughter to be reborn from the ashes.

"The innate willow branch, the three-light divine pure bottle... Guanyin Bodhisattva..." When these names flowed from Xu Qing's Daoist thoughts, both Changchunzi and Yuyangzi's expressions changed slightly.

"Daojun, you mustn't!" Changchunzi exclaimed urgently. "Although Guanyin is known for her compassion, her cultivation is unfathomable. She was already an indestructible being long before the Taiyi Era. Her Daoist temple, the Purple Bamboo Grove, is independent of the Great Void, forming its own realm. Legend has it that the Pure Bottle was bestowed by the Primordial Heavenly Venerable on the Treasure Distribution Rock, containing a portion of chaos that can contain all things; the Willow Branch Dew is condensed by fusing the Three Lights Divine Water with her supreme Buddhist vows, a single drop of which can revive the dead, heal flesh and bones, and rebuild one's Dao foundation. How could she easily reveal such a supreme treasure to others?"

Xu Qing glanced at Changchunzi meaningfully, "Fellow Daoist Changchun, how do you know so much about these things?"

Changchunzi was taken aback and couldn't help but wonder, "How do I know so much?"

He suddenly felt that something was strange about him.

Xu Qing did not continue the discussion, but said in a deep voice, "Qingzhu's Dao injury can only be healed by this item. Only by using the supreme vitality of the willow branch dew to wash away the mark of annihilation in her true spirit, and then using the chaotic energy in the pure bottle to reshape her Dao body, can her foundation be fully restored, and even... surpass her former self."

What he didn't say was that, in his deduction, this was an elaborate, pre-planned conspiracy against him. Guanzizai, perhaps, had been waiting for him to come to him from the very beginning.

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Meanwhile, deep within the Purple Bamboo Forest, atop Luojia Mountain.

Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva is holding a willow branch, gently dipping it into the Three Lights Divine Water in the vase, and transforming a newly born lotus root incarnation full of spirituality. Its appearance is strikingly similar to Xu Qingzhu's.

Beside him, the Great God of the Three Altars Sea Assembly, with a blade of grass dangling from his mouth and a pair of large, dark eyes, stared at Guanyin with a bored expression and said casually, "Bodhisattva, if you want to deal with this person, why go through all this trouble? Let my second brother and I join forces, and we'll even help you conquer the Heavenly Realm."

As he spoke, he moved closer to Guan Zizai and tugged at Guan Zizai's sleeve: "Why don't you let me out?"

Guanzizai patted Nezha's hand with a willow branch and smiled, "Nezha, I finally managed to revive you, so I won't let you go out to die again. Just stay in the Purple Bamboo Forest."

Nezha's face immediately fell. "Then you might as well not have saved me at all."

Guanzizai laughed and said, "You naughty child, be more patient. When the immeasurable calamity begins, you will have a chance to show your talents."

Nezha asked, "How long will we have to wait?"

"Less than four hundred years."

Guanzizai leisurely said.

He then looked toward the ancient celestial realm and silently thought, "Manifest Saint True Lord, you did not heed this humble monk's words and returned to the celestial realm, and even took the initiative to get involved in the great calamity. I'm afraid you will perish again in this era. I wonder if there will be another Black Mountain Ancestor to pull you out of the boundless sea of ​​suffering."

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The Taixu Dao Sect, this solitary, crystal-clear island suspended in chaos, is now shrouded in an unprecedented gloom. In the past, it was like the most solitary and purest dream in the vast universe, its landscape woven from the laws of "illusion" and "reality." Its palaces and pavilions appeared and disappeared amidst the clouds; a single step could traverse ten thousand miles of void, yet a single step felt as if one had never left the same place. This was the foundation of the Taixu Dao Sect—to see one's true self, transcending worldly concerns, between illusion and reality.

However, today, this transcendent pure land is firmly trapped by a massive mortal barrier filled with worldly affairs, love, hate, and grudges. It is the "Three Thousand Mortal World Array," the supreme treasure of the Bodhi Dao Sect, transformed from the Seven Treasures Tree.

Outside the grand formation stood the overwhelming army of the Supreme Dao Sect, led by the Formless Daoist. Their aura was entirely different from before; it was no longer the tranquil and inactive Daoist spirit, but rather carried a cold and domineering pressure originating from an ancient celestial giant. Inside the formation, the Heavenly River Dao Sect's mountain gate had long since been reduced to ruins, the remaining stellar power flickering weakly in the void like shattered starlight, recounting the devastating annihilation that had occurred not long ago.

At this moment, the immense power of the Three Thousand Mortal World Array was continuously permeating the protective array of the Taixu Dao Sect. The originally ethereal and unpredictable protective barrier, a mixture of illusion and reality, began to become "real" under the erosion of worldly desires. The originally illusory clouds and mist gradually condensed into a viscous, colorful miasma imbued with the aura of emotions and desires; the originally clear cries of cranes were now mixed with the cries of lovesick men and women; even the spiritual flowers and exotic herbs within the sect, condensed from pure Dao principles, began to grow uncontrollably, blooming with strange and gaudy flowers, emitting a cloyingly sweet fragrance that disturbed the mind.

Inside the core hall of the Taixu Dao Sect—the "Taixu Palace"—the atmosphere was so heavy it was almost palpable. Sect Master Lingxu Zhenren sat on a throne carved from "Void Crystal Stone." Her face was serene, and her plain white Daoist robe was spotless. However, her usually calm and undisturbed eyes now reflected the terrifying scene of dark clouds looming over the mountain-protecting formation.

Beneath her, dozens of her direct disciples sat cross-legged, each forcibly calming their minds and fully circulating the "Great Void Formless Heart Method," attempting to use their pure Daoist hearts to resist the pervasive erosion of worldly desires. However, even with their steadfast Daoist hearts, they couldn't help but feel restless and agitated, fine beads of sweat appearing on their foreheads. Some even had their Daoist robes fluttering without wind, and their internal energy was already showing signs of disorder.

"Sect Master, the Bodhi Dao Sect's 'Three Thousand Red Dusts' is most adept at corrupting the Dao heart. Our Daoist method of transforming the illusory into the real has become nourishment for the enemy under the erosion of worldly thoughts. The mountain-protecting formation... is about to collapse." An old Daoist with white hair and beard spoke with difficulty. He was the sect's Grand Elder, but at this moment, his voice was filled with a deep sense of powerlessness.

Lingxu Zhenren did not answer; her gaze seemed to pierce through the mortal realm array, looking towards the distant void. She knew this was only the beginning.

The siege by the Bodhi Dao Sect was merely paving the way for their real killing move.

Sure enough, just as the light of the mountain-protecting formation dimmed to its lowest point, a cold, emotionless decree resounded throughout this space and time.

"Attack!" With Wuxiang Daoren's command, the densely packed Taishang Dao Sect cultivators behind him attacked simultaneously. What they unleashed were not ordinary flying swords or magical treasures, but streaks of gray divine light filled with the Daoist aura of "ruthlessness" and "annihilation."

Supreme, Ruthless Divine Light!

This divine light did not directly destroy matter, but rather targeted "existence" itself. Wherever the light reached, the "real" aspect of the protective barrier of the Taixu Dao Sect, which was a mixture of reality and illusion, was forcibly stripped away and erased, leaving only pure "illusion".

Crack! Like fragile glass struck by a heavy hammer, the protective array that had lost its "solid" support collapsed with a roar! For the first time, the entire secret realm of the Taixu Dao Sect was so naked and unprotected, exposed to the enemy's attack.

"Kill!" The battle cries shook the heavens and the earth. The cultivators of the Supreme Dao Sect, like tigers descending the mountain, transformed into a destructive torrent and rushed into this tranquil Daoist holy land.

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The Land of Illusion, the Northern Heavenly Gate.

That ancient, unchanging monument, seemingly forged from the backbone of the universe, trembled slightly at that moment.

Above the illusory river, the barefoot and disheveled Zhenwu Emperor slowly opened his eyes, which had been closed for a long time. There was no earth-shattering divine light, no world-destroying pressure.

His eyes initially held a hint of bewilderment, as if he had just awakened, but that bewilderment quickly transformed into an endless depth, as if reflecting the vast panorama of the universe's birth and death, and the changing of eras. The palm strike that Shakyamuni had left in his body, containing the power of cause and effect and the Daoist essence of annihilation, clung to him like a maggot in the bone, still residing deep within his Daoist body, casting an indelible shadow over his indestructible origin.

However, at that very moment, an even stronger and more resolute killing intent pierced through the barrier of the Illusionary Realm and was clearly imprinted on his mind.

He took a step forward, and his figure appeared outside the North Heavenly Gate.

His gaze disregarded the distance of time and space, instantly locking onto everything that was happening at the Taixu Dao Sect. He saw the sky-covering "Three Thousand Red Dust Array," the cold and ruthless "Supreme Ruthless Divine Light," the Taixu Dao Sect disciples fighting a bloody battle and retreating step by step, and even more so... the Wuxiang Daoist standing in front of the army, and the three terrifying auras on his body that were both familiar and unfamiliar, belonging to the giants of the ancient heavenly realm.

In an instant, everything became clear. His heart held no anger, only a cold clarity. "Shakyamuni..." Zhenwu murmured softly, his voice carrying a complex and unfathomable meaning, "You hurt me not to stop me, but... for this moment."

"Why?" Even with Zhenwu's Dao heart, which had witnessed countless ages and was accustomed to the changing times, a deep sense of confusion welled up within him at this moment.

He had no deep-seated hatred for Shakyamuni, so why would the other party set up such a vicious trap? His divine sense was frantically deducing, and the causal lines of the past and future of the Great Void Universe were intertwined into a huge network in his eyes. However, Shakyamuni's motives remained a mystery, shrouded in a more distant and immeasurable force.

"Enough." Zhenwu withdrew his thoughts. If he couldn't understand, he wouldn't dwell on it. Since the situation had come to this, further contemplation was pointless. Although he was injured and his Dao body was damaged, he was still Zhenwu! He was the Xuantian Shangdi, who had vanquished demons and shaken the Three Realms! In his eyes, a long-dormant, raging flame of battle ignited. An unparalleled domineering aura, capable of surveying the world and shattering the heavens, erupted from his body!
The entire Taixu Illusionary Realm, where the North Heavenly Gate is located, trembled violently under this aura, and the illusory river stirred up towering waves!

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Within the Taixu Dao Sect, it had already transformed into a blood-red hell on earth.

Lingxu Zhenren held a whisk made of "Taixu Crystal". With each swing, he created large spatial ripples that shifted between reality and illusion, engulfing several elders of the Taishang Dao Sect and strangling them with the power of the void.

But she had fought against many enemies alone, and her body already had several deep wounds that revealed the bone. Her plain white Taoist robe was stained red with blood, like a plum blossom blooming in the snow.

"Form the Void Formless Array!" she shouted sharply, her voice carrying a hint of determination. Upon hearing this, a tragic and heroic glint flashed in the eyes of the remaining disciples of the Void Dao Sect. Without hesitation, they used their bodies as the conduit and their primordial spirits as the array's core, instantly forming a massive, formless array composed of countless illusory runes.

As soon as the great formation was activated, the figures of all the disciples became ethereal and indistinct, as if they had merged into this world. Any magical powers or treasures that dared to attack the formation would be drawn into the endless void and vanish without a trace.

"Little tricks!"

The Daoist Wuxiang sneered, and within his soul, the power of order belonging to the Lord of Xuandu was suddenly activated.

"By imperial decree! Here, illusion is reality, and reality is illusion!" As he spoke, the entire Void Formless Array trembled violently. Those originally illusory runes used to guide attacks instantly solidified into substance!

Meanwhile, the physical bodies of the disciples, who were supposed to be indestructible and supported by the formation, became illusory and transparent.

*Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!* The great formation shattered instantly, and all the disciples who had formed the formation simultaneously coughed up blood, their primordial spirits severely damaged, and they collapsed to the ground, exhausted.

"Lingxu, prepare to die!" The Wuxiang Daoist's eyes flashed with murderous intent. He transformed into a streak of light, aiming directly for Lingxu Zhenren's head. At this critical moment, an indescribable, terrifying pressure, seemingly emanating from the very beginning of the universe, suddenly descended!

The entire battlefield froze at that moment. Every movement, every flow of energy, seemed to have been paused.

A figure with disheveled hair and bare feet, dressed in a tattered Taoist robe, appeared silently in front of Master Lingxu. He did not look at Daoist Wuxiang, but simply extended his finger and gently touched the "Supreme Ruthless Divine Light" that contained the power of the three giants.

There was no earth-shattering explosion; the divine light, which was powerful enough to erase the Great Luo Dao Fruit, was silently annihilated as if it had encountered its nemesis.

“Zhen…Wu…” The sinister smile on Wuxiang Daoren’s face froze, replaced by disbelief, horror, and fear. “Weren’t you…seriously injured?” Zhenwu slowly turned his head, his deep eyes showing no anger, no killing intent, only a calm that had seen through eternity.

"Injured, yes, injured." His voice was calm, yet clearly reached everyone's ears. "But, enough to deal with you all." He slowly raised his hand and gently pressed it down towards the army of the Supreme Dao Sect.

This seemingly effortless press, however, appeared to mobilize the laws of the entire universe. Boom! Centered on his palm, the entire space distorted and collapsed violently, like a lake tossed with a boulder. Those arrogant cultivators of the Supreme Dao Sect, before this irresistible force, were like fragile porcelain, unable even to scream before being crushed, along with their magical treasures and primordial spirits, into the most primitive and meaningless particles.

With just one palm strike, the army of the Supreme Dao Sect was annihilated by more than half!

The Taoist Wuxiang was so frightened that he lost his mind. He no longer cared about the will of the giant and turned to flee.

However, a gigantic hand formed from the primordial energy of Xuan Shui had already blocked all his escape routes. "Wu Xiang, you cannot leave."

Zhenwu's voice remained calm, yet it carried the weight of death. "No! Zhenwu! You cannot kill me! I am acting on the Emperor's orders!" Wuxiang Daoren screamed in terror.

"Emperor?" A hint of mockery finally flashed in Zhenwu's eyes. "I, the Emperor, am here. Which Emperor dares to call himself Supreme?" Before he finished speaking, the giant hand of Xuan Shui suddenly clenched.

"Ah..." A shrill scream echoed through the void. The body of the Formless Daoist, along with the three giant imprints contained within his soul, was completely crushed and turned into nothingness.

After Zhenwu finished doing all this, his face paled even more, and a trace of golden blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. Clearly, forcibly activating his power had worsened his injuries.

He looked at the ravaged battlefield, then glanced at the Taixu Dao Sect members who had survived the calamity, and at Lingxu Zhenren whose eyes were filled with gratitude and shock.

Finally, his gaze seemed to pierce through the endless void, landing on the very person who had caused it all. "Shakyamuni..." he murmured, his eyes filled with both fighting spirit and doubt, "What...what do you want to do?"

At this moment, the entire universe seemed to fall into a deeper silence because of his question.

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Ruins of the ancient celestial realm.

Zhenwu arrived here.

A hint of weariness flashed across his face, but he quickly regained his calm and composed demeanor.

"Zhenwu!" He heard a call. The owner of that voice was none other than the current Lord of Xuandu Heaven.

Zhenwu glanced at the other person, then looked at the other two figures beside him. "Primordial Heavenly Demon, Emperor Xingyao!" Zhenwu pronounced their names clearly.

Emperor Xingyao smiled gracefully, "Zhenwu, you really did come. If I hadn't interfered with your fortune with the Great Dao of Destiny, you might not have suffered a blow from Shakyamuni."

Zhenwu nodded slightly: "Not bad."

The Lord of All Demons laughed loudly, "I am no longer called the Primordial Heavenly Demon; I am now the Lord of All Demons. You are injured now. Can the three of us join forces and withstand our attack?"

Zhenwu: "We can't stop it."

The three giants: "..."

They had seen countless opponents, but they had never seen anyone like Zhenwu, who was so composed.

Zhenwu: "Aren't you going to make a move?"

Xuan Du Heavenly Lord: "Zhenwu, if you are willing to hand over the innate Taixu Dao Seed of the Taixu Dao Sect and swear an oath never to step out of the Ancient Heaven Realm, we can let you go."

Zhenwu: "You must know the origin of this Primordial Void Dao Seed. This item was obtained by the Primordial Ancestor when he traveled through the Chaos. He used his supreme power to establish the Taixu Dao Sect, which serves as the foundation of our Jade Void lineage. How is wanting it any different from betraying the sect?"

Xuan Du Heavenly Lord: "Times have changed. Otherwise, how could we have dealt with Xu Qing and the newly established Heavenly Court? Besides, the Primordial Ancestor has long since disappeared. We, who have inherited the Primordial Dao lineage, should naturally consider the future of the Jade Void lineage."

Zhenwu: "I thought you only wanted to deal with me, but it turns out you even included Xu Qing in your scheme. The three of you working together is quite a clever plan."

He looked at the Primordial Heavenly Demon and Emperor Xingyao. "If it weren't for Shakyamuni, your schemes might not have succeeded. It seems you've paid a considerable price."

Zhenwu continued. Emperor Xingyao: "That's right. I had to sacrifice half of my own Great Dao of Destiny to persuade Shakyamuni to take action. Otherwise, given His status, how could He possibly take you seriously?"

Upon hearing this, Zhenwu finally understood. "I see. Then I'll have to see the three of you off myself."

"Zhenwu, you are too arrogant!" Xuandu Heavenly Lord sneered.

Zhenwu: "Then you can give it a try." As soon as he finished speaking, an invisible sword intent suddenly erupted.

For a moment, the three giants felt their Dao Fruits tremble. "This is..." They looked at Zhenwu in disbelief. Zhenwu had actually chosen to "prove the Dao" at this critical moment!
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In the Pure Yang Heavenly Realm, at the Zhongshan Dojo, Xu Qing's will imprinted itself, gazing into the depths of the void. His gaze seemed to pierce through endless time and space, revealing Zhenwu, who was proving his Dao.

Xu Qing's Daoist thoughts transformed into a stream of light, instantly traversing the endless void and descending upon the ruins of the ancient heavenly realm.

The three giants who were attacking Zhenwu all changed their expressions drastically when they saw Xu Qing's Dao avatar descend. "Xu Qing! What are you doing here!"

Xu Qing did not answer, but simply looked at them quietly, her eyes showing neither sorrow nor joy.

He slowly extended his hand, and a scroll unfolded in his palm. Within the scroll was a vast universe in the process of evolution.

It is the Pure Yang Myriad Realms Diagram!
The moment the three giants saw this picture, it was as if they saw their own end.

Their spiritual fruits are being devoured by this image. It is not a contest of power, but an irresistible "convergence" from a higher dimension.

"No!" Three desperate roars echoed throughout the entire universe.

Xu Qing simply watched all of this quietly, as if admiring a preordained masterpiece. Behind him, the extraordinary phenomenon of Zhenwu proving his Dao shone ever brighter. A new era was about to begin.

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The ruins of the ancient celestial realm—Xuandu Heaven, that eternal battlefield composed of distorted spacetime and chaotic currents, seemed to be frozen into a painting at this moment.

The three ancient celestial giants—the Jade Cauldron Daoist Lord of Xuandu, the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons, and the Star Jade Emperor—whose expressions of shock and disbelief were enough to make all the heavens and myriad realms tremble, were now frozen into an eternal sculpture.

They watched as the scroll slowly unfurled in Xu Qing's palm—the Pure Yang Myriad Realms Map.

That was not a simple magical artifact, but a real, breathing, and evolving vast universe! An incomprehensible and irresistible force of "convergence," originating from a higher dimension, emanated from the image. This was not the suppression of laws, nor a confrontation of energy, but a fundamental "devouring" and "unification" from "existence" itself!
"No! This is... the power of creation! The authority that originated the universe!" Xuan Du Heavenly Lord screamed in terror. His Dao Fruit, composed of order and heavenly laws, was like a sandcastle built on a beach, silently collapsing before the tides of the universe, in the face of this power.

The chains of laws that constitute his existence are being forcibly "bound" back into the painting, becoming part of its evolution. "Impossible! How could you possibly control this power!" the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons roared, his demonic flames transforming into billions of ferocious primordial demons, frantically tearing at the invisible binding force.

However, these world-destroying demons, upon touching the chaotic Daoist aura emanating from the painting—a aura containing the cycle of birth and death—melted instantly, like snow meeting the rising sun, transforming into the purest primordial demonic energy, which was then mercilessly absorbed by the painting.

Empress Xingyao was the most vulnerable. The Great Dao of Destiny she wielded seemed utterly pale and powerless before this creative force of "opening" and "unifying." She could see countless futures, but each future pointed to the same end—being devoured! Her river of destiny was being forcibly diverted, its final destination the boundless starry sea depicted in that painting. "Withdraw!" Xu Qing's Daoist avatar uttered a single word, expressionless.

The Pure Yang Myriad Realms Diagram shone brightly, and its binding power surged to its peak in an instant.

The three ancient celestial giants, along with their Dao Fruits powerful enough to suppress an entire region, let out a final, unwilling roar. Their bodies were uncontrollably pulled, twisted, and shrunk, eventually transforming into three streams of light. Like weary birds returning to their forests, they disappeared into the vast cosmic landscape, never to be heard again.

On the scroll, three dim stars, yet containing terrifying energy, appeared, becoming the initial "nourishment" for this nascent universe.

After doing all this, Xu Qing's Daoist avatar also became somewhat illusory.

He turned around and looked at the True Martial Emperor behind him, who was proving his Dao and whose body was surrounded by countless extraordinary phenomena.

At this moment, Zhenwu's extraordinary manifestations of attaining enlightenment have reached their peak.

Behind him was no longer a simple Xuan Tian Dharma Image, but a deep and boundless "Sword Universe" that seemed to contain countless sword techniques.

Every star is an ultimate sword intent; every galaxy is a supreme sword formation.

A pure, extremely sharp "Great Dao of the Sword," capable of severing cause and effect and destroying all paths, is completely condensing and perfecting within him.

However, just as he was about to take the final step, completely merging this "Sword Universe" with his own Dao Fruit, and becoming the "Sword Dao Ancestor" of Hunyuan Wuji.

But he stopped.

His deep gaze pierced through endless time and space, as if he saw a distant hometown that he missed dearly, and a figure that he could never part with.

An indescribable sadness and melancholy emanated from him.

"Enough... enough..." A long sigh echoed at the North Heavenly Gate.

The True Martial Emperor actually gave up at the very last moment when he was trying to attain the Primordial Chaos!
His nearly perfected "Sword Universe" collapsed with a roar, transforming into billions of the purest sword essences, like a dazzling meteor shower, piercing the void and scattering in all directions.

Among them, the largest and brightest one, carrying his life's martial arts insights and ultimate understanding of "Tai Chi," broke through the barriers of time and space and entered the low-level martial arts world where Xu Qing was, which was undergoing reincarnation.

Meanwhile, the figure of Zhenwu Emperor slowly became transparent in this magnificent "scattered path," eventually turning into a wisp of green smoke and completely dissipating, as if it had never existed.

Only the North Heavenly Gate, which was guarded by the True Martial Emperor for countless ages, and his last words left in the void, prove that this Demon-Slaying Ancestor once came.

"Xu Qing, I want to go to the Human Realm again to take another look..."

Xu Qing watched all of this quietly, her face expressionless.

He knew that Zhenwu had not perished, but had chosen another path. A path... home.

He dispersed all the primordial Dao fruits within him, transforming them into opportunities and scattering them throughout the myriad realms, thus "returning the Dao to Heaven" and owing no more karma.

From that moment on, he was no longer Zhenwu, no longer Xuantian Shangdi, no longer Zhang Sanfeng, no longer Zhang Lata. He was just... a wanderer longing to go home.

That shattered Dao Fruit was his "ticket" home.

"Have a safe journey, Junbao."

Xu Qing spoke softly to the empty void.

He slowly put away the Pure Yang Myriad Realms Map. Within the map, the three stars transformed from the giant's Dao Fruit were being slowly refined by the power of birth and death at the core of the universe, becoming nourishment for his Dao Fruit.

With one step, he returned to the Pure Yang Heavenly Realm, to the Ascension Platform atop Zhongshan Mountain.

All living beings remain, and our homeland still exists.

However, the entire structure of the Taixu Universe has been eternally altered because of him and Zhenwu.

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In the world of low-level martial arts, there is Wudang Mountain.

A young Taoist priest who was practicing Tai Chi suddenly raised his head and looked up at the sky.

A dazzling stream of light ignored the barriers of the world and went straight into his brow.

"Who...am I?" A hint of confusion flashed in Zhang Junbao's eyes, but that confusion quickly transformed into a clear and insightful understanding of everything.

Behind him, a huge, barefoot, Xuan Tian Dharma image flashed by.

He is no longer the Zhenwu of the self; he is simply Zhang Junbao.

Yet... he inherited everything from Zhenwu.

A carefree smile, just like Zhenwu's, curled at the corners of his mouth.

"The clouds and mist of Wudang Mountain, the smoke and glow of Emei Mountain, I'm back again."

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The Pure Yang Heavenly Realm, atop Zhongshan Mountain.

Xu Qing slowly opened his eyes. His indestructible Dao Fruit had been restored to perfection after refining the origins of the three giants, and was even... better than before.

He sensed the vibrant life force and stable laws within the Pure Yang Myriad Realms Diagram, and a smile appeared on his face. He knew that a new era had arrived.

An era that he personally created, belonging to the new Heavenly Court.

He looked at Feng Wu beside him and the children who were diligently cultivating in the distance, his eyes filled with tenderness.

The path to enlightenment is solitary and long.

But with you all here, this longevity has true meaning.

As for that distant, unknowable realm of "Hunyuan," that ultimate Dao that transcends everything...

"No rush, take your time."

Xu Qing smiled, took his wife's hand, and walked together towards the sun bathed in the newborn sunlight.

A beautiful and ethereal young girl appeared.

In the bamboo grove, the Bodhisattva sighed. He was unaware that Xu Qing had visited at some point.

This meticulously planned scheme was already lost before He even made a move. (The End)
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