You didn't waste any more time with words.
With a single, effortless snap of your fingers, you teleported directly through one of the massive cracks in space that the battle had created — stepping straight into the World of Cultivation.
You appeared high in the sky above a devastated landscape. Mountains had been split in half. Rivers had dried up or changed course. Entire sects and cities lay in ruins, cracked and trembling from the aftershocks of the distant cosmic fight. Countless cultivators — from outer disciples to supreme immortals and ancient emperors — were on their knees or frozen in terror, staring up at the fractured sky where the battle had been visible.
You spoke calmly, your voice carrying across the entire world without effort:
"It looks like the battle caused too much damage to your world."
Then you snapped your fingers once more.
Reality obeyed instantly.
All the destruction vanished in a heartbeat.
Cracked mountains reformed perfectly. Destroyed cities and sects rebuilt themselves in moments — buildings rising intact, walls mending, rivers flowing cleanly again. The ground stopped shaking. The sky sealed itself. Every trace of damage from the cosmic battle was erased as if it had never happened.
The cultivators of the entire world watched in stunned, speechless awe.
Supreme gods, immortal emperors, and peak experts who had lived for tens of thousands of years stood frozen, mouths agape, unable to comprehend what they had just witnessed. A single being had appeared, spoken a few words, and restored their entire damaged world with nothing more than a casual snap.
Whispers began to spread like wildfire:
"Who… who is that?"
"He fixed everything… with one gesture…"
"Such power… even the heavens obey him…"
Many of the highest existences dropped to their knees involuntarily, trembling not from fear of destruction, but from the sheer overwhelming presence of true, unrestricted power.
You didn't stay long.
With another snap, you returned to the shattered void where the First Djinn was still waiting.
The ancient evil being stared at you in silence for a long moment. His crimson eyes no longer held pure mockery. There was now a clear mix of wariness, calculation, and something close to respect.
He finally spoke, his voice lower and more serious than before:
"…You really are different. You just casually repaired an entire world that was cracking apart from the mere aftershocks of your brother's fight… and returned here as if it was nothing. Even the First God would have needed more effort than that."
The First Djinn floated closer, his massive form shrinking slightly so he could look at you more directly.
"I will ask you once, successor. What do you want from me? Do you intend to destroy me like you did that pathetic merged thing… or is there another reason you haven't erased me yet?"
He was no longer laughing.
The void was quiet. The threat on the battlefield had been eliminated. Your companions were safe. The First Djinn now stood before you, waiting for your answer with genuine caution