Beyond the Spirit Realm, the game that decided the fate of countless living beings finally ended with Chen Chang'an's side pulling off a heaven-shaking reversal.
The victor has the right to make the rules.
Chen Chang'an did not choose destruction or enslavement. He honored the promise made before the game, but in a far more thorough manner—he would preserve the last pure land for this world, awaiting rebirth.
He would open the Spirit Realm and send everyone from the Lower Realm into it.
Then he would seal the Spirit Realm completely.
Once the tribulation power of both the Upper and Lower Realms had completely dissipated, he would merge the Spirit Realm with the now-purified realms once more, forming a new world.
As for how many people in the Upper Realm would perish in this tribulation—that was no longer his concern.
...
The massive Spirit Realm barrier that spanned the void slowly opened under Chen Chang'an's will.
The Heavenly Alliance cultivators, long since prepared, began an unprecedented mass evacuation like migrating worker ants.
Their mission was arduous and urgent. On one hand, they had to bring as many mortals and low-grade cultivators from the Xuan Ying Continent of the Lower Realm into the Spirit Realm before they could be tainted by tribulation power.
On the other hand, they had to fight with everything they had to build sturdy defensive lines at the edge of Central Province, slowing the terrifying tribulation power that continuously seeped from the Ancient Passage of Mount Buzhou, corrupting all spiritual essence and sanity.
This was a long migration, racing against death itself.
Hundreds of years passed in the blink of an eye.
For the living beings within the Spirit Realm, these hundreds of years were a peaceful era of recovery and rebuilding order.
The traces of the Holy Dynasty were gradually erased, and the ideals of Immortal Spirit Valley were implemented. A new era jointly governed by core disciples such as Xiao Chen, Chen Xingcai, Han Yu, Lu Xiaoluo, Li Hanzhou, and Jiang Che slowly began.
But for the world outside the Spirit Realm and the Heavenly Alliance cultivators still holding on desperately, these hundreds of years were an incomparably dark and brutal struggle.
The tribulation power was like an unstoppable grey tide, constantly devouring mountains, rivers, and the land itself. Countless cultivators threw themselves forward to cover the retreat of mortals, to build defensive lines, and to slow the spread of tribulation power, burning through their lives until they finally turned to tribulation ash.
Countless once-prosperous lands had been reduced to lifeless forbidden zones, shrouded in ever-thickening tribulation mist.
Finally, after paying an unimaginable price, the last batch of survivors stepped into the Spirit Realm. The entrance connecting the two realms was now filled with nothing but boundless, roiling greyish-black tribulation power, with no trace of the Xuan Ying Continent's former glory remaining.
Chen Chang'an stood at the peak of the Spirit Realm. His face was pale as paper, his aura weaker than it had ever been.
Forcing the Spirit Realm's borders to expand for hundreds of years to accommodate more living beings, while maintaining its stable operation, had long since severely overdrafted his life essence.
But his eyes remained steadfast.
He slowly raised his hand toward the passage entrance and the Lower Realm void beyond it that had been completely devoured by tribulation power—the void he had once protected—and gently clenched his fist.
"Seal."
His word became law.
Boundless, unparalleled power descended as the Spirit Realm passage that had been open for hundreds of years suddenly contracted and sealed shut!
Dazzling law runes, like the sturdiest of chains, wrapped around layer by layer, completely enveloping and isolating the Spirit Realm.
It formed an independent, safe world egg suspended in the endless void, completely severing all connection with the outside.
From then on, the Spirit Realm existed as its own entity, and the great tribulation of the outside world could no longer erode it in the slightest.
Having done all this, Chen Chang'an's body swayed. A mouthful of golden blood burst forth involuntarily, and his aura instantly withered to its absolute limit.
His life essence was damaged—he had reached his limit.
"Master!"
"Father!"
...
Xiao Chen, Chen Xingcai, Han Yu, Lu Xiaoluo, Li Hanzhou, Jiang Che, Ji Lingxiu, and the others who had long been waiting nearby immediately rushed forward, their faces filled with worry and anxiety.
They had long since reconstructed their physical bodies, restored their cultivation, and were even stronger than before.
Ji Hongli quickly stepped forward and gently supported Chen Chang'an's nearly collapsing body, letting him lean against her chest.
Her eyes were filled with heartache, but she fought back her tears.
Chen Chang'an leaned against the warm embrace of his dao companion, his gaze slowly sweeping across the familiar faces before him. Xiao Chen's steadiness, Han Yu's cold resolve, Chen Xingcai's elegance, Lu Xiaoluo's heroic spirit, Li Hanzhou's determination, Jiang Che's composure, Ji Lingxiu's gentleness...
Each of them was his finest creation, his greatest pride and comfort in this transmigration.
His gaze became incredibly gentle, filled with gratification and trust. On his pale face, he managed to squeeze out a warm smile.
"It's done..."
His voice was extremely weak, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears.
"The mess out there... is finally cleaned up..."
"...the rest... I leave to you..."
His eyelids grew heavier and heavier, as if weighed down by a thousand pounds.
He took one last deep look at everyone, as if carving their appearances into the depths of his soul, then slowly and peacefully closed his eyes. His breathing became long and steady as he fell into a deep slumber to repair his life essence.
At the same time, countless golden lights of virtue converged from all directions, continuously gathering and taking shape, then wrapping around him.
Like a cocoon of light.
Ji Hongli gently held him.
Xiao Chen and the others all dropped to their knees, bowing deeply to their slumbering master.
The sky above the Spirit Realm remained a deep, clear blue.
A new era had already begun, and the heavy responsibility of guarding it had fallen upon the shoulders of the new generation.
They would surely live up to their charge, waiting in this last pure land for the day when they would see the light of day once more and all things would be reborn.
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