Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

Hongjun's gaze turned to the west.

The place was originally empty, but now a figure slowly emerged from the depths of the earth.

It was a giant tiger, pure white, with wings on its back.

His body was enormous, and his aura was incredibly sharp.

He emerged from beneath the western earth and walked step by step before Hongjun.

The White Tiger was an extremely powerful being among the beast race during the era of the Three Clans.

It raised its head and looked at Hongjun, its eyes full of helplessness.

Hongjun looked at him and spoke slowly.

"White Tiger, would you be willing to guard the westernmost point and become a sacred beast of the West?"

Faced with the immense pressure emanating from Hongjun, the White Tiger had no choice but to lower its head.

"I do!"

That celestial being descended once more, enveloping the white tiger.

However, the aura it emitted was significantly weaker than that of the Azure Dragon and the Vermilion Bird.

This white tiger was clearly chosen by Heaven to be the guardian of the pillar supporting the heavens in the west, but it did not do so voluntarily.

Hongjun ignored the White Tiger and turned his gaze to the north.

There, another figure was slowly appearing.

It was a giant tortoise, entirely black, with a black snake coiled around its back!

The Black Tortoise is larger than the Azure Dragon, and its aura is more profound than that of the Vermilion Bird.

It crawled out of the North Sea and looked up at Hongjun.

Xuanwu!

He was also a top-tier powerhouse whose cultivation had reached the peak of Quasi-Saint, and was the ancestor of the Northern Sea Path.

His eyes held neither the excitement of the Azure Dragon and Vermilion Bird nor the helplessness of the White Tiger, only tranquility.

Hongjun looked at it and spoke again.

"Xuanwu, are you willing to guard the northernmost point and become the sacred beast of the north?"

Xuanwu glanced at the position in the void that contained endless power of the Heavenly Dao, and then nodded slightly.

"I do!"

The final power of that rank descended once more, enveloping Xuanwu. Xuanwu's aura also shared a mysterious connection with the pillar supporting the sky in the Arctic region.

After merging with the power of that entity, Xuanwu glanced at Hongjun and the group of saints standing in the void, and then stepped on the waves to arrive at the pillar supporting the sky in the North Pole.

The Four Divine Beasts have returned to their rightful places!

From the four extreme regions, four vast auras simultaneously soared into the sky.

The Azure Dragon is in the east, the Vermilion Bird in the south, the White Tiger in the west, and the Black Tortoise in the north.

The Four Divine Beasts guard the four directions.

The four pillars supporting the sky are completely stable, and with the four sacred beasts guarding them, even a saint would find it difficult to destroy them in a short time.

The world finally returned to peace.

After bestowing titles upon the Four Divine Beasts, Hongjun's gaze fell upon the Heavenly Realm.

Ji Meng, Ying Zhao, Gui Che, Bi Fang, and other demon saints were hiding in the Heavenly Court, trembling with fear.

As they gazed at Hongjun's figure manifesting in the void, and at the gazes of those saints, endless fear gripped their hearts.

Hongjun looked at them and remained silent for a moment.

Then he raised his hand and waved it gently!

An invisible yet profound power appeared out of thin air, enveloping the demon saints and the remaining demon race in the celestial realm.

Their figures vanished from the heavens in an instant!

next moment!

All the demons appeared on the devastated land, littered with corpses.

They appeared before all the witch clans at the same time.

Zhu Rong was stunned, Xing Tian and the Nine Phoenixes, and all the surviving members of the Wu tribe were stunned.

As they looked at the demons who had suddenly appeared before them, the flames that had not yet been extinguished in their eyes instantly flared up again.

"kill!"

Xing Tian roared and was about to charge forward.

But at that very moment!

A hand containing boundless power pressed him to the spot.

"Xingtian, do not be presumptuous!" Zhurong's voice rang out.

Although the Ancestral Witch's eyes were flashing with hatred, he was the Ancestral Witch, the pillar of the entire Witch Clan, and he would live for the Witch Clan.

Hongjun looked at Zhurong and nodded slightly once again.

"The great calamity has ended!"

Xing Tian's body froze.

He looked at the demons and saw the fear in their eyes.

A hint of resentment flashed in Xing Tian's eyes.

But he knew that Hongjun had said the Great Tribulation was over, so the war between the Lich King and the Demon King should also end.

But the hatred between the Lich and the Witch races is far from over.

He took a deep breath and retreated back behind Zhu Rong.

When the demon saints saw that Zhu Rong and the other witch clans had not made any move, and when they heard the Dao Ancestor say that the great calamity of witches and demons had ended, they breathed a long sigh of relief.

No, they can't defeat the Witch Clan. After all, they still have many Demon Saints, and when they join forces, they have nothing to fear from Zhu Rong.

However, the images of those ancestral witches self-destructing still flashed through their minds. They worried that Zhu Rong, in his rage, would recklessly burn his own essence and drag them down with him.

Looking at the motionless Wu tribe, they knew that the Lich Calamity had truly ended.

In the void, Hongjun's eyes were gradually filled with indifference, and his figure faded away.

The six sages bowed in the direction in which Hongjun disappeared.

"Respectfully seeing off the teacher!"

Huanglong and the other disciples of the sages also respectfully bowed towards the place where Hongjun disappeared.

"Respectfully bidding farewell to our Grandmaster!"

The figure lingered between heaven and earth, its presence unending for a long time.

As Hongjun's figure disappeared, the immense calamity that had enveloped the primordial world for countless millennia in the boundless void also dissipated completely.

A ray of sunlight pierced through layers of space and fell upon the earth.

The sunlight was warm and gentle, carrying a long-lost vitality.

Then came the second, the third, and countless more.

The sunlight, like golden threads, wove a bright canopy across the sky, giving hope once again to the creatures ravaged by the great calamity.

And what's even more astonishing is...

Suddenly, countless golden lights appeared in the void.

The golden light was dazzling, yet not blinding.

It fell from the endless void, surged from the origin of heaven and earth, and converged in the same direction.

It formed a vast golden sea of ​​clouds.

A sea of ​​merit!

That is a reward from Heaven, a recognition of merit after a great calamity, and the highest praise for the beings who contributed during the calamity.

The golden sea of ​​clouds gathered thicker and thicker, becoming more and more vast.

It enveloped the entire central part of the primordial world, and its golden light fell upon the earth and upon the survivors!

The beings bathed in the golden light of merit felt warm all over, as if all their pain and sorrow had been soothed in that moment.

On the earth, countless living beings raised their heads and looked at the vast cloud of accumulated merit.

Their eyes were filled with shock and awe, as well as a hint of longing.

Because they know that it is a meritorious deed.

That is merit that contains infinite possibilities.

It can enhance one's cultivation, refine magical treasures, offset karmic obstacles, and accomplish all kinds of merits.

But they also knew that the merit did not belong to them.

The witch clan and the demon clan know this best.

They stood on the ravaged land, looking up at the golden sea of ​​clouds above, their eyes filled with complex emotions.

There was envy, resentment, bitterness, and a deep sense of helplessness.

This merit was born from the remains of countless fallen members of their two races.

They faced a great calamity head-on, paying a price that nearly led to the extinction of their race, but they also incurred boundless karmic burdens.

And all this merit has nothing to do with them.