Fantasy: I, the Great Celestial Venerable of the Dao

In the end, he was also personally suppressed by Fuxi!

Faced with such a being, even the proud and arrogant gods in the hall could only bow down and submit.

"Let's watch them all first before we talk."

Fuxi's voice was calm and even, yet it conveyed an undeniable will.

"As you command!" the gods answered in unison, none daring to object.

The white light in the bronze mirror gradually faded away.

The image became clear again.

High above, Dao Xuan stood holding his sword, a drop of dark red demonic blood slowly dripping from the tip of the Zhuxian Sword.

Black holes were burned out in the void.

His Taoist robe was mostly torn, revealing his muscular physique covered in wounds, but his back remained as straight as a pine tree.

A hundred miles away, Chonglou knelt in the void, three of his six pairs of demonic wings broken.

A deep, bone-revealing sword wound ran from his left shoulder to his right abdomen.

Demonic blood gushed out like a spring.

But he was laughing, laughing wildly and unrestrainedly.

"Dao... Xuan..." Chonglou's voice was hoarse but full of fighting spirit.

"This sword strike... I will remember it..."

He slowly stood up, and the sword wound on his chest healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, but the Dao wound left by the Immortal Execution Sword was like a malignant sore that clung to his bones.

It was constantly eroding his source of evil.

"Today's battle was not enough." Chonglou stared at Daoxuan with his scarlet eyes.

"When I break through to the next level, I will surely return to Qingyun and fight you to the death!"

Before he could finish speaking, Chonglou transformed into a streak of blood-red light, tearing through the void.

They sped off towards the Demon Realm and disappeared into the horizon in the blink of an eye.

Dao Xuan did not pursue.

His hand holding the sword trembled slightly—not from fear, but from exhaustion.

The full force of the Zhuxian Sword nearly drained seventy percent of his true essence and even backfired on his Dao foundation.

At this moment, his meridians felt as if they were being scorched by raging fire, and his internal organs were groaning in agony.

More importantly, he sensed the pair of eyes watching him.

From the realm of gods.

From that Heavenly Emperor.

"If I pursue Chonglou now, the Heavenly Emperor will surely take the opportunity to strike..." Dao Xuan knew this perfectly well.

"Today's victory is already a stroke of luck."

He took a deep breath and suppressed the surging blood and qi within his body!

The Zhuxian Sword transformed into a stream of light and returned to the Illusion Moon Cave.

Then, with a turn of his body, he transformed into a long blue rainbow and descended towards Qingyun Mountain below.

It's time to end this war.

In the realm of the gods, the great hall was deathly silent.

The gods looked at Dao Xuan's departing figure in the mirror, then at Fu Xi on the throne, and none dared to speak first.

After a long while, Fuxi waved his sleeve, and the bronze mirror vanished without a trace.

His indifferent gaze swept over the gods below, his voice echoing throughout the temple:

"The merging of the six realms is a foregone conclusion; the divine realm will coexist with the beings of the other five realms. What do you all think?"

The gods remained silent, their minds churning with thoughts.

coexist?

With those lowly humans? With those bloodthirsty demons? With those filthy monsters?

We are God!

It is the supreme being!

He should be above all living beings and be worshipped by all spirits!

These thoughts stirred within the minds of the gods, yet none dared to utter them aloud.

Because they had witnessed the battle just now, in which that mortal, wielding that sword, defeated the Demon Lord Chonglou, who had roamed the six realms for countless years.

What if... what if there was more than one such mortal?

What if... there was more than one such sword?

Fuxi took in the expressions of the gods, a barely perceptible hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes.

But then it quickly returned to its calm state.

"This matter will be discussed later."

"Pass down the order to reinforce the divine realm's defenses. No deity may descend to the mortal realm without my decree."

"As you command!" the gods replied in unison.

Fuxi rose, his figure enveloped in divine light, and walked step by step into the depths of the temple, disappearing into endless radiance.

Only after the Heavenly Emperor left did the gods dare to whisper among themselves.

"What does Your Majesty mean by this? Do you truly intend for us to coexist with the lowly commoners of the lower realms?"

"That Dao Xuan... is indeed terrifying. If there were more cultivators like him in the mortal realm, where would the dignity of our divine realm be?"

"What's there to be afraid of? His Majesty's achievements are beyond measure. If he were to truly make a move, Dao Xuan would be nothing more than an ant."

"But why doesn't His Majesty take action?"

This question silenced all the gods once again.

They suddenly realized something—Emperor Fuxi seemed to be wary of something as well.

Dao Xuan was unaware of what the divine realm was discussing.

He transformed into a beam of blue light and descended from the sky, landing in the center of the Cloud Sea Square at Qingyun Mountain.

The moment his feet touched the ground, his Dao Heart trembled violently.

The sight before him made even the most accomplished human being, who had cultivated for hundreds of years and experienced countless life-and-death situations, waver in his resolve.

Dismembered limbs and broken bodies, rivers of blood.

What was once a paradise on earth has now become a hell on earth.

Although the seven main peaks still exist, the mountains are riddled with cracks, and the light curtain of the protective array flickers unpredictably.

The square was piled high with corpses—human cultivators, demon generals, behemoths, and ghost soldiers...

The corpses of various ethnic groups were mixed together, indistinguishable from one another.

Blood stained the white marble plaza, forming a stream.

The blood flowed down the steps, accumulating into pools of blood in the low-lying areas.

Broken swords, tattered armor, and shattered magical artifacts were scattered everywhere, reflecting a desolate light under the blood-red sunset.

The air was thick with an overwhelming stench of blood.

It was a mixture of demonic energy, monster energy, and ghostly energy, forming a nauseatingly complex atmosphere.

What made Dao Xuan even more tremble was those who were still alive.

Disciples of Qingyun Sect, cultivators from various sects, demon warriors, ghost soul cultivators...

Everyone was injured.

Someone had lost an arm and hastily bandaged it with a strip of cloth.

Some had their abdomens pierced, but managed to prolong their lives with their true energy; others were blind and had to stand with the support of their companions.

But they were all looking at Dao Xuan.

Tens of thousands of eyes were fixed on him, their gazes filled with weariness, pain, and sorrow...

But more than anything, it was an almost fanatical worship and trust.

"Greetings, Master (Sect Leader)!"

Tens of thousands of people shouted in unison, their voices hoarse yet resolute, echoing endlessly under the blood-red setting sun.

Dao Xuan's lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he found his throat dry and couldn't utter a single word.

He has cultivated for hundreds of years, weathering many storms, and his Daoist heart is now as firm as a rock.

But at this moment, facing this mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, facing these beings who fought and were wounded for him and for humanity.

For the first time, he felt the inadequacy of language.

He slowly raised his hands, making a gesture of support. This simple gesture brought tears to the eyes of many people.

"You guys...you've worked hard."

Five words, spoken very softly.

But to the ears of the crowd, it sounded like a thunderclap.

In an instant, countless people lowered their heads, biting their lips tightly to keep their tears from falling.

Those tough guys who never uttered a sound even when they lost limbs on the battlefield.

At this moment, however, he almost collapsed because of these five simple words.

Dao Xuan said no more.

He turned around, his voice echoing throughout the Qingyun Mountains: "All Alliance cultivators, listen to my command—cease the pursuit."

They withdrew their troops and returned to the mountain.

Furthermore, all bodies found intact on the battlefield will be transported to Yunhai Square.

The order was given, and everyone was stunned.

Stopping the pursuit is understandable—although the demons were defeated, their main force still exists.

Rushing in rashly could backfire.

But collecting the bodies? And then transporting them to the square?