Chapter 138
While Feng Yin and the others battled the Peacock King on the Azure Dragon Platform, demonic qi surged into the heavens outside the Nine Nether Purgatory above Purple Moon Mountain. The power of the Demonic Beasts from the Purgatory continuously tore at the remnants of the seal, attempting to break free and return to the world. Countless Immortal Generals and demon soldiers stood ready with long halberds in hand. They watched as the white-robed Divine Lord walked step by step into that treacherous demonic qi until he vanished from sight.
Within the demonic qi, Yuan Qi, wielding the Primordial Spirit Sword, flew straight toward the Nine Nether Purgatory. He stopped before the Purgatory's precarious gates. The Primordial Chaos Power emanating from the Primordial Spirit Sword seeped out. The rampaging Demonic Beasts inside the Nine Nether Purgatory sensed the most domineering and pure divine power in all of heaven and earth and suddenly let out timid wails, retreating several steps back into the Purgatory in unison.
The grave expression on Yuan Qi's face eased slightly. He closed his eyes, and the Primordial Chaos Power began to radiate from his body, point by point, like a sky full of fireworks, resolutely spreading to cover the crumbling seal outside the Purgatory.
The color drained from his face, and his pupils turned a pale, indistinct shade. The hand holding the sword, hidden in his sleeve, became nearly transparent.
The seal outside the Nine Nether Purgatory had been cast by Tian Qi at the height of his power. Back then, merely a crack in it had cost Feng Ran half a lifetime of divine power. Now, to completely repair the shattered grand formation and stop the restless Demonic Beasts from breaking out, Yuan Qi, with a lifespan of barely a thousand years, would have to sacrifice his Chaos Origin to the formation.
But he was the God of Chaos. Once the Chaos Origin disappeared, he would meet the same end as Shang Gu over sixty thousand years ago.
Soul Scattered and Spirit Dispersed, his godhood difficult to preserve!
Just as the Primordial Chaos Power was about to cover the Purgatory's gate and repair the seal, two beams of divine power, one red and one green, shot out from within the Purgatory, blocking Yuan Qi from using his Primordial Chaos Power to fix the seal.
These two streams of divine power were incredibly familiar. Yuan Qi opened his eyes in disbelief and saw Bi Bo flying straight toward him!
The Water Condensation Divine Beast flew at an unprecedented speed toward the white-robed Divine Lord he hadn't seen in a thousand years. With one paw, he kicked the Primordial Spirit Sword out of Yuan Qi's hand, his panicked howls nearly drowning out the roars of the Demonic Beasts in the Purgatory.
"No, no, no! A Qi, you can't offer up your Chaos Origin! You'll die, you'll die!"
Bi Bo circled Yuan Qi in terror, his large eyes crimson and his small wings trembling uncontrollably, afraid that if he had been even a second later, Yuan Qi would have become a sacrifice for the Purgatory's grand formation.
The three-headed fire dragon, having assumed human form, stood silently not far away. Seeing a flash of bewildered suspicion in Yuan Qi's eyes, he swept a hand over Yuan Qi's, his expression suddenly faltering. As if understanding something, he let out a soft sigh.
The Primordial Spirit Sword, kicked away by Bi Bo, silently flew back to Yuan Qi's side, remaining motionless.
Outside the seal of the Nine Nether Purgatory, for a moment, only Bi Bo's frantic, ceaseless figure remained.
Yuan Qi looked at Bi Bo's small, trembling body, a hint of warmth appearing in his eyes. He extended a hand toward Bi Bo. Bi Bo's eyes grew even redder, and he leaped into Yuan Qi's embrace, just like all those years they had depended on each other in Clear Pond Palace.
"A Qi..."
Before Bi Bo could say anything more, Yuan Qi stroked his little head and looked at him. "This past thousand years, have you been well?"
Bi Bo gazed at the somewhat unfamiliar young man before him, rubbed his little wings against his chest, and nodded.
His A Qi was a youth who never grew up; he had never seen A Qi look like this. The eyes of the Water Condensation Divine Beast, who had lived for tens of thousands of years, were red-rimmed, filled with heartache.
"That's good." Yuan Qi patted his Water Condensation Divine Beast in relief. "Bi Bo, be good. Go to San Huo."
The Water Condensation Divine Beast abruptly looked up, his small claws gripping Yuan Qi's sleeve tightly. "No, I know you want to use your Chaos Origin to repair the Purgatory's seal. A Qi, you can't..."
"Only I can." Yuan Qi lifted Bi Bo's small body, his eyes fixed on him.
Because the Primordial Chaos Power had vanished, the Demonic Beasts in the Purgatory, which had already retreated, began to charge the seal again with renewed roars. Cracks spread across the seal one after another.
Yuan Qi glanced at the precarious seal, then looked at Bi Bo.
"Forget the Three Realms, right now there are a hundred thousand immortal soldiers and demon generals outside Purple Moon Mountain. If the ancient Demonic Beasts break out of the Nine Nether Purgatory, they will all die in battle here. Right now, in the entire Three Realms, only the Primordial Chaos Power can seal the Nine Nether Purgatory in Tian Qi's place." Yuan Qi said slowly, "Bi Bo, beyond the seal lie a hundred thousand lives and the entire Three Realms."
"No! If we can't find Tian Qi, we'll go back to the Divine Realm! There are still the Ancient True Gods, Blazing Sun True God, didn't your Father God come back to life? They can all seal the Purgatory! Let's go back! Right now!" Bi Bo shape-shifted into human form and grabbed Yuan Qi, about to fly into the air, but when he reached for Yuan Qi's wrist, he grasped at empty air.
He looked down at Yuan Qi's transparent wrist and froze.
"What's wrong with you?" Bi Bo looked up in a panic, only then realizing that it wasn't just his wrist; Yuan Qi's entire body was becoming more and more transparent. He reached out to touch Yuan Qi, but his hand passed through his body without any resistance.
"The Primordial Spirit Sword's power is growing weaker and weaker. It can no longer support my soul's physical form."
The white-robed Divine Lord lowered his eyes, looking at his own transparent body, and spoke slowly.
Bi Bo stared at him in disbelief.
What did that mean? A soul's physical form... could it be that the one before him was...
Bi Bo's hand, frozen in mid-air, began to tremble. He wanted to touch Yuan Qi, but he didn't dare to touch him again.
"Bi Bo, Divine Lord Yuan Qi is already gone." San Huo, unable to watch any longer, walked over and pulled Bi Bo away.
"Let go of me! What do you mean, gone!" The Water Condensation Divine Beast flung San Huo's hand away and pointed at Yuan Qi, his usually crisp and clear youthful voice coming out hoarse. "He's right here, perfectly fine!"
"That is only a soul body, not the living him." San Huo's hand was like an iron clamp, gripping Bi Bo's wrist tightly as he spoke with difficulty. "You are a Water Condensation Divine Beast. Whether the person before you is alive or dead, you can see it more clearly than anyone."
Bi Bo stared fixedly at the soul body before him, his eyes crimson. "What happened? When... when on earth did you become like this! You are the God of Chaos, who could harm you, who could kill you!"
"I don't have time to tell you," Yuan Qi sighed. He looked at San Huo. "Take Bi Bo and leave."
San Huo nodded. Bi Bo refused to comply, roaring as he tried to lunge at Yuan Qi. "You're only a soul body left, how can you repair the seal? Come back to the Divine Realm with me, the Ancient True Gods can definitely save you!"
San Huo held him tightly.
"The Primordial Spirit Sword's Chaos Power is too weak. Without the origin of my soul, it cannot seal the Nine Nether Purgatory."
Yuan Qi stopped in his tracks, not looking back.
The Primordial Spirit Sword transformed into its blade form, circling his hand.
He looked down at the Divine Artifact that had used its divine power to create a form for him for a thousand years, and was now accompanying him to his death. He gently stroked its blade and sighed.
"A pity about your sixty thousand years of cultivation."
The Primordial Spirit Sword let out a faint hum, responding to him with resolve.
Yuan Qi stood firm before the seal of the Nine Nether Purgatory's gate, the Primordial Spirit Sword enveloping him in a silvery-white divine light. His body grew increasingly transparent. A scorching flame was born from his transparent palm, about to merge with the Primordial Spirit Sword.
Bi Bo understood that it was the last wisp of Yuan Qi's soul that existed in the world. He frantically pushed at San Huo, about to charge in Yuan Qi's direction, but was held back firmly by San Huo. The Water Condensation Divine Beast's divine power struck San Huo, but San Huo remained silent, enduring Bi Bo's power without ever letting go.
Large tears streamed down Bi Bo's face. He suddenly looked toward the depths of the Purgatory.
"Please, save him! I know you can end all of this! Please, seal the Purgatory, save A Qi! Don't let his soul be annihilated! Please!"
His eyes were filled with a final sliver of hope and prayer. But from the depths of the Purgatory, aside from the roars of Demonic Beasts, no one answered him.
He could only watch as Yuan Qi's soul merged with the Primordial Spirit Sword, watch as his powerful and vast Primordial Chaos Power tore through the sky and shook the world, watch as he transformed into soul stars that scattered across the Nine Nether Purgatory's barrier, watch as the Demonic Beasts that were about to tear the seal apart retreated in unwilling fear, and also watch as the silvery-white flame before the seal grew more and more ethereal.
"If you just let your soul be scattered and dispersed like this, what about us! What are we supposed to do!"
Bi Bo practically shrieked, yelling in despair at the flame that was about to be extinguished.
"We don't know anything, we still don't know anything!"
"Great Marsh Mountain, Bi Bo. Everything you want to know is there."
The dazzling Chaos soul stars faded into nothingness, point by point. In all of heaven and earth, only this one empty sentence echoed in Bi Bo's ears.
He dazedly raised his hand to catch those scattered soul stars, but before he could even touch them, they had already turned to dust.
Yuan Qi was dead, the soul stars gone forever.
Outside the Nine Nether Purgatory, the Primordial Chaos Power illuminated the land. The demonic power dissipated, and the turbidity was swept clean. The purple moon once again shone over the Demon Realm, radiating a gentle moonlight and vitality.
The immortal soldiers and demon generals guarding outside Purple Moon Mountain looked at each other and suddenly erupted in cheers of post-calamity survival. But they soon stopped. Everyone quietly watched as the Primordial Chaos Power slowly vanished, the excitement on their faces gradually replaced by sorrow and silence.
Within the seal, their Divine Lord Yuan Qi never came out again.
The Primordial Chaos Power formed from Yuan Qi's soul power not only shook the Demon Realm but also trembled the Heavenly Palace's Azure Dragon Platform thousands of miles away.
The moment the Primordial Chaos Power appeared above the Heavenly Palace, the color of Feng Yin's pupils changed. She glanced at Feng Ran, whose expression had suddenly turned to one of great alarm. Completely disregarding the injuries from the recent battle, she slashed her Heavenly Favor Sword toward the sky, using all her divine power to tear open a spatial rift, and disappeared from the Azure Dragon Platform without a word. The only one with enough divine power to catch up to that spatial rift and go with her was Hong Yi.
Yan Shuang watched Hong Yi's disappearing figure, a look of loneliness in her eyes.
By the time the other immortals came to their senses, the Phoenix Sovereign and the Demon Emperor had already vanished. They all turned to look at Feng Ran.
Feng Ran's gaze sharpened as she looked at Qing Qiong beside her. "Send this Sovereign to Purple Moon Mountain in the Demon Realm."
Qing Qiong pursed his lips and snorted. He hadn't forgotten that Feng Ran had just threatened him, causing him to lose an opportunity to devour power.
"Mu Guang saved your life. From now on, the debt of gratitude you owe the Heavenly Palace and the Immortal Tribe is wiped clean."
Although it was to hide his identity, the reason Qing Qiong, as a demon god, had stayed in the Heavenly Palace was also due to the life-saving grace of Mu Guang back then.
His brow raised, his handsome eyes narrowing into crescents. With a smile, he waved his hand and conjured the Gate of Nothingness from the Nine Palaces Tower, gesturing to Feng Ran.
"Let's go, Your Majesty, Celestial Emperor. Let's go see our Divine Realm's Little Divine Lord."
The sky above the solemn Purple Moon Mountain was split open by a sword. When the phoenix flame silhouette landed outside the Nine Nether Purgatory, her eyes saw only the dissipating soul stars in the sky and Bi Bo, kneeling on the ground with his head bowed, utterly silent.
Feng Yin pressed her lips together, gazing at the gradually annihilating soul stars. It was as if she understood something, yet was unwilling to believe it.
How could it be possible? He was the most powerful God of Chaos in the Three Realms. Merely resealing the Nine Nether Purgatory, how could it end with...
She remained silent. It wasn't until the space was torn open again and Feng Ran and Qing Qiong landed behind her on the wind that she walked over to Bi Bo.
"What happened here?" She paused for a very, very long time before hoarsely asking another question, "Where is Yuan Qi?"
No one answered her. Not Bi Bo, not San Huo.
So Feng Yin turned her head and looked at Feng Ran. There was no surprise in her Master Sovereign's eyes as she looked at the scene before her, only grief. A grief that she had faintly sensed all along but had never seen clearly.
They would use the position of Celestial Emperor to lure out Hua Mo and his daughter at the Azure Dragon Platform in the Heavenly Palace. Yuan Qi would lead a hundred thousand immortal soldiers to execute Qing Li and seal the Nine Nether Purgatory.
These were the words Feng Ran had spoken to Feng Yin the day before the battle of the Nine Palaces Tower.
Yuan Qi possessed the Primordial Chaos Power and was the only person who could reseal the Nine Nether Purgatory. With his divine power, Qing Li was no match for him, and resealing the Purgatory would at most consume half of his divine power.
Feng Yin just looked at Feng Ran like that, waiting for her to speak.
"If A Qi's divine power could have sealed the Nine Nether Purgatory, then a thousand years ago, it wouldn't have been me who exhausted my divine power to forcibly seal this place."
A sigh escaped, and Feng Ran finally spoke.
"Then who was it that sealed the Purgatory?" Feng Yin pointed a hand at the now-calm Nine Nether Purgatory behind her.
"It was the Primordial Spirit Sword. The Primordial Spirit Sword was formed from Primordial Chaos Power. It cultivated for sixty thousand years at the foot of Great Marsh Mountain, and a thousand years ago, when Yuan Qi ascended to godhood, it also advanced to become a Divine Artifact."
"The Primordial Spirit Sword..." Feng Yin shook her head. "Impossible. If even the Primordial Spirit Sword could seal this place, why couldn't Yuan Qi?"
"If it was the Primordial Spirit Sword that sealed the Nine Nether Purgatory..." Feng Yin slowly clenched her hands inside her sleeves. "Then where did he go?"
"Although the Primordial Spirit Sword possesses Primordial Chaos Power, it cannot seal this place with its blade-body alone. It also needs the origin soul of the God of Chaos. Only when the two merge into one can they truly seal the Nine Nether Purgatory." Feng Ran avoided Feng Yin's eyes. "Ayin, Yuan Qi... he was long gone."
Feng Yin's pair of phoenix eyes were instantly stained with blood-red. She abruptly raised her head to look at the soul stars in the sky that had almost completely dissipated, finally understanding what they were.
That was Yuan Qi's soul. His annihilated soul.
She stared blankly at the sky full of soul stars, her eyes a void.
"What do you mean, 'long gone'?" She turned her head blankly and looked at everyone. "Hasn't he been here, perfectly fine, all this time?"
No one answered Feng Yin, until a figure walked up to her.
"You're Ayin?" The youth's clear voice was gone, replaced by a low, hoarse one. "I recognize your soul. So your true form isn't a Water Condensation Beast, but a Fire Phoenix."
When the youth said this, it seemed to carry a deeper meaning.
"Go to Great Marsh Mountain." Bi Bo no longer looked at her, turning to walk in the direction away from Purple Moon Mountain. "All the truths are buried there."
A thousand years ago, the destruction of Great Marsh Mountain and Yuan Qi's ascension to godhood happened on the same day.
From that day on, Great Marsh Mountain was sealed by Yuan Qi's divine power, and no one in the Three Realms dared to set foot there again.
Feng Yin had come here after her Nirvana Rebirth. At that time, she was overcome with the timidity of returning home and turned to leave after just one glance.
This time, when she tore through space from Purple Moon Mountain and landed at the foot of Great Marsh Mountain, she discovered that the divine power that had shrouded the mountain for over a thousand years had dissipated, revealing the mountain gate as it was back then.
The endless stone steps, their edges worn smooth by the years, lay quietly here. She lifted her head to look at an ancient corner of the palace halls on the summit, her blood-red eyes aching with sorrow.
Bi Bo said that all the truths were hidden on Great Marsh Mountain. What was hidden here?
Yuan Qi, in the thousand years of my annihilation and reincarnation, what exactly happened?
Feng Yin retracted her divine power and lifted her foot to walk toward the summit of Great Marsh Mountain, step by step, just like that day many years ago when Yuan Qi had led her down the mountain to experience the world.
Her solitary figure gradually disappeared from everyone's sight. Feng Ran raised a hand, stopping those who wanted to follow.
"Ayin, from this day forth, you are an inner disciple of my Great Marsh Mountain, of the same generation as A Jin. This old Daoist will not take you as a disciple, but I can bear the title of your enlightening master."
"Ayin, your Senior Brother is honest and kind. This time, as you go down the mountain to search for the Little Phoenix Lord's soul, you must look after him well. Don't let others bully him! Your Sect Leader Senior Brother and I will wait for you to return to the mountain."
"Ayin, Ayin, you're back! I saved a big pot of Drunken Jade Dew for you and Little Master Uncle! The mung bean cakes in the kitchen just came out of the steamer, I'll go get them for you!"
The stone steps receded one by one beneath her feet. Those past events that Feng Yin thought she had long forgotten replayed in her eyes, scene by scene.
After a thousand years of reincarnation and countless worldly experiences, she thought that her life as the Water Condensation Beast Ayin had long been buried on the day her soul was scattered at Rakshasa Land. She never expected that after all this time, she had not forgotten a single person on this mountain, nor a single peaceful sunrise and sunset.
At the end of the hundred-zhang stone steps, a person stood.
A dark blue Daoist robe, his features unchanged. It was Qing Yi.
It was as if he had been guarding here all along, waiting for the person who was destined to return one day.
He bowed slightly to Ayin, a gesture directed at both Ayin, the disciple under Master Sovereign Dong Hua of Great Marsh Mountain back then, and the Phoenix Sovereign of today.
Feng Yin stood on the last step, and paused.
Feng Yin had experienced too much in her life. In the past, when she walked alone on the Bridge of Helplessness, carrying memories from lifetime after lifetime, she thought that there was nothing and no one left in the mortal world that could move her.
But she had never expected this day.
The broken palace halls were as ancient as ever, the severed immortal veins were vibrant with life, and immortal beasts galloped and chirped joyfully all over the mountain, exactly the same as the bustling and prosperous Great Marsh Mountain of a thousand years ago.
But none of that mattered.
When her gaze fell upon the figures sitting cross-legged in front of the Upper Water Hall, a bit of life finally returned to her blood-red phoenix eyes.
Xian Shan, Xian Zhu, Qing Yun, Qing Hai... all the disciples of Great Marsh Mountain who had died in that great battle a thousand years ago, her senior brothers, her comrades, not a single one was missing. They were all here, alive.
And in front of everyone, was Yuan Qi, dressed in white with hair as black as ink.
Beside him was a small bamboo box. Inside the box was a small stack of mung bean cakes.
He kept his eyes closed, not opening them even when Feng Yin walked right up to him.
Feng Yin looked at that bamboo box, and a tidal wave of grief and despair suddenly surged in her eyes.
She seemed to understand something, yet she dared not believe it.
In all these years, she had only made mung bean cakes for Yuan Qi once. It was a long, long time ago, when she was still alive as Ayin, in the Heavenly Palace's Sunlit Palace, when she went to beg Yuan Qi for Hong Yi's sake.
On that day, he was also dressed in white, exactly the same as now.
Feng Yin slowly knelt beside Yuan Qi. She reached out to take his hand. It was ice-cold to the bone, devoid of any life.
On the entire summit of Great Marsh Mountain, only the person whose hand she held had not a single trace of life.
Tears that hadn't even fallen on the day her soul was scattered and her spirit dispersed now splashed onto the ground without warning. Feng Yin lowered her head, her hand holding Yuan Qi's beginning to tremble.
"He... he..."
She spoke hoarsely, but even with all her strength, she couldn't manage to say another complete word.
The young man behind her seemed to know what Feng Yin wanted to ask. He slowly walked up behind her, looked at his fellow disciples before the Upper Water Hall, and gently lowered his eyes.
"Your Majesty, my Little Master Uncle... he died a thousand years ago."
On the deathly quiet summit of Great Marsh Mountain, only Qing Yi's voice remained.
"Primordial Chaos Power can retrieve souls for rebirth. Back then, Little Master Uncle used all his divine power to awaken the immortal spirits who died here, allowing Master and our senior brothers' spiritual souls to return to their bodies and cultivate for rebirth. From that day on, he was already..." Qing Yi paused for a long time. "...gone."
Primordial Chaos Power was the only divine power in the world that could reunite souls and bring the dead back to life. But to resurrect all the disciples of Great Marsh Mountain, a little bit of divine power was nowhere near enough. Birth, old age, sickness, and death were the rules of the Three Realms. Even gods could not easily break them, or the price would surely be heavy and unbearable. Back then, Yuan Qi had just ascended to godhood. He had exhausted his heart's blood and divine power just to barely gather the souls of the Great Marsh Mountain immortals and return them to their bodies. A thousand years passed, and the Primordial Chaos Power had been guarding here, waiting for them to awaken. It wasn't until Yuan Qi's last wisp of soul dissipated to seal the Nine Nether Purgatory that the truth sealed away in Great Marsh Mountain was revealed to the Three Realms.
"All these years, Little Master Uncle's body has been a form created by the Primordial Spirit Sword's power. After the battle at Rakshasa Land, his soul was greatly damaged. If not for waiting for you to return, Little Master Uncle would have long since been unable to hold on."
This was the real reason why Feng Ran had sealed the Nine Nether Purgatory a thousand years ago. Yuan Qi had exhausted his divine power to save everyone from Great Marsh Mountain. With his divine power depleted, his life force was severed, and only a single wisp of a True God's soul remained in the world.
Feng Yin closed her eyes.
All these years, whether as Ayin or after her Nirvana Rebirth and awakening her memories, there was one thing she had never been able to let go of.
Back then at Rakshasa Land, when she was gravely injured by Hua Mo and his daughter, scorned and accused by all the immortals, the only one who stood by her side, protecting her and confronting the Immortal Tribe, was Hong Yi.
She had always remembered that day. Yuan Qi stood alone above all the immortals, looking down on her as if she were an ant. It was also from that moment that she felt there was no longer any need for the Water Condensation Beast Ayin to exist in the world.
Her sect was destroyed, her comrades were dead, and even the one person she had depended on regarded her as dust. What was the point of her living?
At Rakshasa Land, she had drawn down the seventh Heavenly Thunder, punishing herself with annihilation, and ended her own life with her own hands.
In all her lives, her greatest sin was that one moment of compassion back then, which led to the destruction of Great Marsh Mountain.
But she didn't know that a long, long time ago, even before she had been annihilated into dust, Yuan Qi had traded his life for everyone on Great Marsh Mountain, washing away her sins and restoring to her a life of innocence and purity.
That divine decree... that divine decree that had descended upon Rakshasa Land...
"Today, this Lord shall personally call down the Nine Heavens' Profound Thunder to strip you of your immortal bones and remove you from the immortal registry. From this day forth, the Lady of Great Marsh Mountain, Ayin, shall no longer be counted among the Three Realms and shall be confined to Mount Qilian! The day Great Marsh Mountain is reborn in the Nine Provinces and Eight Wastelands shall be the day Lady Ayin steps out of Clear Pond Palace."
The day Great Marsh Mountain was reborn was the day she could return to the Three Realms.
What she had once thought was a death warrant was, in fact, the very thing Yuan Qi had used his life to grant her so she could live.
All these years, in Clear Pond Palace, how on earth did you get by?
I made you watch with your own eyes as I was annihilated into dust and ashes, made you wait alone in solitude for a thousand years, made you watch the cold and heartless version of me after my Nirvana Rebirth...
Feng Yin's eyes were bloodshot as she raised a hand to caress Yuan Qi's face.
His eyes were shut tight, never to look at her again.
"I was wrong, A Jin, I was wrong..."
Feng Yin choked on her sobs, large teardrops falling onto Yuan Qi's cold hand.
"I was wrong, I was wrong, come back..."
The instant her hand touched the corner of Yuan Qi's brow, just as it had outside the Nine Nether Purgatory, his body transformed into starlight, dissipating bit by bit before Feng Yin's eyes.
Feng Yin stared blankly at the scene before her, reaching out to grab him, but she couldn't hold on to anything.
His divine power had scattered, his soul had perished, and the Primordial Spirit Sword had met its end with him. There was no Primordial Chaos Power left in the Lower Three Realms that could keep Yuan Qi here.
Those specks of starlight lingered over Great Marsh Mountain for a long time. At the foot of the mountain, the assembled immortals watched the scene. Having already learned the truth from Feng Ran, they sighed, their gazes heavy.
Suddenly, a mournful phoenix cry echoed from the mountain's peak. The immortals looked up to see a fiery red phoenix silhouette soaring straight into the clouds, flying north in the direction of Mount Qilian's Clear Pond Divine Palace.
From that day on, for a long, long time, no one in the Three Realms heard any news of the Phoenix Sovereign.
Later, the Celestial Emperor ascended to the Divine Realm, and by imperial decree, Venerable Yu Feng succeeded him as the new Celestial Emperor.
Then one day, the slumbering immortals on Great Marsh Mountain awoke, and the golden bell on the mountain range was struck. But this time, the largest immortal sect of the Immortal Tribe kept its gates tightly shut, refusing all congratulations from other immortal sects.
Peace returned to the Three Realms, and the wars between immortals and demons ceased. The story of Yuan Qi and Feng Yin, much like that of Shang Gu and Bai Jue in their time, became a new legend in the Three Realms.
A legend with no ending, leaving behind only regret and sorrow.
Purple Moon Mountain, deep within the Nine Nether Purgatory.
On the icy throne, there was still only Profound One.
Like an outsider, he watched the changes in the Three Realms, the rise and fall of the fates of all living beings.
"It's been one hundred and ninety thousand years. Are you still unwilling to leave this Purgatory?"
From the depths of the Purgatory, a familiar voice suddenly rang out.
The Divine Lord with black clothes and red hair landed in the spot where Bi Bo and San Huo had briefly stayed, and looked toward the throne.
"Is this your divine decree? Or the divine decree of the God of Primordial Chaos?"
After a long moment, the Demon God on the throne withdrew his gaze from the world below and looked at Blazing Sun, his expression one of disdain for all living things.
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