Chapter 618

Chapter 618: Revival of Spiritual Energy

"You stay."

The Primordial Dao God’s gaze fell upon the Epochal Celestial Lord.

The Epochal Celestial Lord’s body stiffened.

Their steps halted abruptly, all eyes converging on the Epochal Celestial Lord.

"Senior, what are your orders?" The Epochal Celestial Lord forced a strained smile onto his face.

"I wish to see your past."

The Primordial Dao God stated calmly.

"Senior…" The Epochal Celestial Lord paled in shock. The implication was clear: his soul was to be searched.

Swish!

With a mere thought, the Purifying World Mysterious Light Mirror appeared in his hand. His body dissolved into a streak of light, vanishing into the mirror itself. Countless beams of mysterious light erupted, splitting into millions, fleeing in countless directions.

"He’s definitely guilty," Emperor Ling frowned.

"Can you truly escape before me?" The Primordial Dao God swept his hand through the void, as if reversing time itself. The countless beams of mysterious light flew into his palm, reassembling back into the Purifying World Mysterious Light Mirror.

"Senior, since arriving in the yang realm, I have been utterly law-abiding, committing no wrongs! Please show leniency!" the Epochal Celestial Lord begged.

Their pupils contracted sharply.

That single sentence revealed an incredibly significant fact.

The Epochal Celestial Lord was not from the yang realm.

Naturally, there was another possibility: the true Epochal Celestial Lord had long been slain, and his body now housed another primordial spirit.

"If that’s true… wouldn’t he be like the Azure Dragon and Vermilion Bird?" The Chaotic Ancient God felt a chill. The eeriness of those beings within the disaster soil was still vivid before their eyes.

Ignoring the plea, the Primordial Dao God pointed a finger directly at the Purifying World Mysterious Light Mirror.

Wuu…

A ripple spread across the smooth mirror surface.

The Epochal Celestial Lord ceased struggling.

Moments later, the Primordial Dao God withdrew his finger, a slight frown creasing his brow. "I searched your soul to verify an answer. Since it wasn’t you, I won’t trouble you further."

"Go!"

The Primordial Dao God flicked his finger. The Purifying World Mysterious Light Mirror vanished into the depths of Time and Space.

They exchanged bewildered glances.

Dao One’s power was undeniably displayed.

Dealing with a Dao Ancestor was as easy as turning his palm for him.

"Senior, we shall take our leave as well," they said with clasped fists, bowing respectfully. Not daring to linger another moment.

The Dao Ancestor Taiyi stored away the Celestial Cauldron of Chaos, pondered for a moment, and asked, "Daoist brother, I wished to ask you a question. Between the Master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion and ourselves, is he friend or foe?"

"Neither foe nor friend."

The Primordial Dao God smiled faintly. "It is said among the world that he is a swindler, yet I cannot perceive the true roots of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion, nor should I hastily judge him."

"My thanks for dispelling this doubt, Daoist brother." The Dao Ancestor Taiyi clasped his hands in gratitude before turning and departing.

The Xuan Ancestor sighed. "The Dao Ancestor Taiyi is extraordinarily gifted by nature, yet remains unable to Ascend to Dao One. By inquiring after our master, he most likely wishes to visit Heaven’s Secret Pavilion and beseech its Master for aid."

"Not even the Master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion could aid him."

The Primordial Dao God spoke calmly.

"Master," the Xuan Ancestor’s gaze flickered with intensity, filled with boundless curiosity toward the mysteries of the Dao One realm, a topic the Primordial Dao God had never expounded upon. "Just how does one truly achieve Ascension to Dao One?"

"That path is forever barred to you in this lifetime."

The Primordial Dao God declared.

"……"

The corner of the Xuan Ancestor’s mouth twitched faintly.

The Primordial Dao God stood with his hands clasped behind his back, gazing toward the Evil Sea.

Roar! Roar!

Though the six had departed, the lingering imprints of their divine powers still churned violently over the Evil Sea.

However, without an intact epochal treasure imposing its might—relying only on a fragmented set of such treasures—it had become exceedingly difficult to suppress the sea’s baleful, corruptive energy.

"The malice of heaven and earth… to think it could grow this potent…" The Xuan Ancestor murmured, awed and disquieted.

"Wallowin’ in sorrow all the time—utterly devoid of ambition."

The Primordial Dao God rebuked him sharply.

"Master, Disciple Qin remains locked within the past Time and Space…" The Xuan Ancestor retorted with a hint of defiance, "After devoting his entire life to cultivation… his ultimate desire was merely to return to the past… to cherish domestic trivialities over grand Dao…!"

"A worthless lot… the whole pack of ‘em…!"

The Primordial Dao God snorted coldly.

The two returned to the world of the Pure Land.

"Confirmed?" The Faceless Celestial Sovereign queried languidly.

"Hm."

The Primordial Dao God nodded. "It was unquestionably those dispatched by the God Sovereign."

"The God Sovereign has never believed in fate, only in his own power. Dispatching disciples into the yang realm to thwart the merging of the two realms aligns perfectly with his nature."

"Quite a ruthless young man, this one—no sooner had he entered the yang realm than he slew the Epochal Celestial Lord and seized his position." The Faceless Celestial Sovereign gave a derisive laugh. "Believing that capturing a mere shard of the True Spirit from the Book of Fortune can halt the merger… how utterly naïve."

"That matter holds little consequence."

The Primordial Dao God’s voice lowered, resonant and solemnly urgent. "The crucial question remains: who was the shadow manipulating the Azure Dragon and Vermilion Bird?"

As these words fell.

The last trace of mocking amusement vanished entirely from the Faceless Celestial Sovereign’s aura.

“At the dawn of heaven and earth, only the God Sovereign reigned supreme in the realm of the mind, utterly unparalleled with no possibility of a second emerging.”

“Yet now, one has appeared mastering power identical to the God Sovereign’s, a matter warranting deep reflection.”

Xuan Ancestor felt his heart shudder.

“The figure they fear most remains the true culprit who devoured the Witch Master.”

Primordial Dao God turned his gaze toward Faceless Celestial Sovereign.

Their eyes met, a silent understanding seeming to pass between them.

His brow furrowed ever so slightly.

…

Shh-Shh!

Day by day, time marched forward.

The Evil Sea ceaselessly eroded the power of the six Dao Ancestors.

The Eighty-one Formation Flags finally shattered; Epochal Celestial Lord’s divine power was broken. Next, Emperor Ling’s ninety-nine layered domains were also relentlessly consumed.

Yet, this one defensive power held firm for a remarkable seven days.

“This individual forged the Three Yuan Proof, enabling direct ascension to Dao Ancestor. In the future, he holds the greatest potential to attain Dao One,” Faceless Celestial Sovereign observed the Evil Sea from above, a light laugh escaping him.

“And do you think I am unaware?”

Primordial Dao God’s eyes held a deep, somber light. “Regrettable… truly regrettable…”

A look of utter bewilderment crossed Xuan Ancestor’s face.

He dearly wished he could pry open the minds of Primordial Dao God and Faceless Celestial Sovereign, to pour out the thicket of confusion in his own thoughts and emerge with a single, clear explanation.

He stealthily glanced at Shenjie.

Yet Shenjie remained perfectly composed, her expression a picture of serene understanding—clearly she was privy to the truth behind these words.

Another half-month passed.

The divine powers of Dao Ancestor Taiyi, the Chaotic Ancient God, and the Leader of the Dao Clan all dwindled into nothingness. Only a single chessboard remained, using the universe itself as the game, sealing the Evil Sea within a contained space-time.

Four days later.

Malign intent overwhelmed the board, its squares darkened by black pieces. Qi Ancestor’s divine power, too, was finally broken.

Boom! Crash! Roar!

Freed from the six Dao Ancestors’ resisting power, the Evil Sea surged. Malignant thoughts churned, howling and shrieking as they coalesced into world-shaking, heaven-touching fiends of immense evil.

A tide of resentment and wicked Qi engulfed heaven and earth, surging forth to invade the world of the Pure Land.

The disaster soil of the First Epoch seemed filled with viscous, heavy ink.

Upon this ruined soil, the dark shadow itself writhed like ink, drawing strength from the Evil Sea, growing robust, visibly covering the Epoch of Disaster Soil at a startling pace.

Those witnessing this scene wore expressions flickering with shifting thoughts.

“From this moment onward, the ninth era, too, comes to an end.”

Standing firm above the primordial chaos, Dao Ancestor Taiyi gazed distantly at the tumultuous Evil Sea, a complex surge of emotions rising within him.

Emperor Ling’s primordial spirit stood towering between heaven and earth, silently gazing at the Cold Light Immortal Domain without uttering a word.

In the Heaven’s Secret Pavilion.

Ye Xu was also observing this grand spectacle destined to be recorded in the annals of history.

"The fusion of yin and yang finally begins," Ye Xu murmured.

"The Master’s chance to profit is also here," Mu Fanyin added from beside him.

Ye Xu’s eyes held no ripples.

"Notify Yi Tianxing. Mobilize the power of the Tianxia Divine Empire. Focus primarily on the seventy-two immortal domains surrounding it and prepare to settle the refugees," Ye Xu said.

Hearing this, a flicker of surprise passed through Mu Fanyin’s eyes.

"As for the disaster relief efforts, I will handle them," Ye Xu added.

"As you command," Mu Fanyin nodded, then flew towards the Tianxia Imperial Palace.

"What I can do, for now, is only this much," Ye Xu thought to himself.

Boom!

Under the gaze of myriad beings, an earth-shattering roar reverberated through the Vast Time and Space.

In that instant.

Centered on the Cold Light Immortal Domain, numerous immortal domains were jolted by the immense sound, triggering unprecedented earthquakes. The earth cracked, mountains crumbled, and stars fell from the heavens.

Heavenly fire flowed, thunder rolled mightily.

Countless common people cried out in despair.

Lives suffered, wallowing in misery.

Xuan Ancestor’s gaze pierced the old spacetime, catching sight of a massive shadowy realm colliding fiercely with the yang realm as if drawn together by magnetism.

KRAKOOM!

In the unseen depths.

A sound of the Dao echoed across heaven and earth.

From the edge of the Cold Light Immortal Domain, vast and immense spiritual energy surged forth—from beneath the earth, from the void, from rivers and seas—billowing outwards in all directions.

"Master, what is happening?" Xuan Ancestor asked, astonished.

"The merging of the two realms signifies the completion of cosmic rules. Heaven and earth will naturally undergo transformation," the Primordial Dao God explained serenely. "The world is returning to its origin; the spiritual energy of that primordial time was the most abundant."

"The revival of spiritual energy?"

The phrase popped into Xuan Ancestor’s mind.

"Merely a fleeting prosperity before the end times," Shenjie perceived it clearly.

"What day is it today?"

Xuan Ancestor inquired.

Shenjie’s eyelashes fluttered slightly as she too realized, "From the day I left the Heaven’s Secret Pavilion… today marks exactly thirty-six days."

"Precisely the hour of Zi."