Gu Changge reached out with his right hand toward the endless mountains and rivers below. He spread his fingers, then gently lifted them.
A vast force of life surged with the motion of his fingertips, showering down like spring rain and enveloping the world.
In the next instant, the dreadful chasms that had split the land open, plunging deep into its core, were smoothed over as if by an unseen hand. They swiftly healed.
The jagged tears in the sky closed, and the shattered laws were woven anew.
The dim sun, moon, and stars shone once more with a warm, brilliant light—purer even than before the calamity.
The creatures wounded by the aftershocks of battle, even those at death’s door, were bathed in a gentle glow. Their injuries healed swiftly, and their depleted vitality was restored.
The innocent lives lost in the flames of war could not be brought back, but their lingering souls found peace. They became nourishment for the world, dispelling the deathly aura that hung over it.
The gloom, fear, and despair in every living heart melted away like mist beneath the sun.
In their place came the clarity and peace of those who had survived a catastrophe, along with awe and gratitude toward the supreme power that had descended upon the world unseen.
“The terrifying pressure above us is gone!”
An old ancestor of a sacred land, his white beard trembling and his cultivation foundation damaged in the calamity, shakily reached out a hand.
Feeling the pure spiritual energy, brimming with life, flowing through the air, he wept.
His once-dull, clouded eyes now shone with renewed light. Even the cultivation bottleneck that had plagued him for years seemed to be loosening.
“My injuries are all healed! Even my old ailments are gone!”
A cultivator who had been gravely wounded in the upheaval was astonished to find himself enveloped in a gentle glow. His injuries healed at a visible pace, and even his cultivation seemed to have advanced slightly.
Among the ruins of countless cities and sects, the survivors helped one another to their feet.
They gazed up at the renewed sky, felt life and strength once more flowing through their bodies, and sensed the boundless, majestic presence that had driven away every shadow and brought peace and warmth to the world.
And yet, this was far from the end.
Gu Changge’s gaze moved slowly across the Ruins of the Fallen Gods, the Abyss of the Buried Gods, the Sea of Reincarnation…
The forbidden zones that had once struck terror into the hearts of all living beings, recorded in ancient texts for countless ages, were now no more than dust to be swept away in his eyes.
“Forbidden zones?”
He spoke as if the matter were trivial.
“From this day forth, this world shall have no more forbidden zones. Disperse!”
The single word “Disperse” rang through the hearts of all who heard it, like a judgment handed down by the Heavenly Dao, bearing an unsurpassed will.
His words became law!
It was as though an invisible yet supreme breeze swept across those desolate lands of death.
The laws and aura of decay, chaos, and ill omen that had gathered above these forbidden grounds for countless ages—
They were forcibly dispelled and replaced by a law far more vast and orderly, brimming with life and the promise of renewal.
Above the Abyss of the Buried Gods, the blood-red fiendish aura that had lingered for ages melted away at a visible pace, like snow set alight.
The resentful spirits that had circled there for countless ages wailed and struggled in vain against the clear radiance. In the end, they transformed into pure vitality.
The poisonous miasma at the bottom of the abyss, capable of corroding even the divine soul, receded like a tide, revealing the pitch-black rocks beneath. In the cracks between them, the first tender green blade of grass broke through the earth.
The cultivator closest to the edge of the Burial God Abyss suddenly looked up at that dead land, now transforming into a place brimming with life.
His voice was distorted by utter shock. “The baleful presence of the Burial God Abyss is gone! It’s completely gone!”
The black vortex in the Godfall Ruins that had devoured everything now resembled a punctured bubble, slowly shrinking before vanishing altogether.
At that moment, miracles that defied all understanding unfolded in every corner of the Xuanhuang Great World.
The ancient forbidden zones once regarded as lands of absolute death—symbols of mortality and despair—collapsed at a single thought from Gu Changge, replaced entirely by new laws brimming with vitality.
The entire Xuanhuang Great World seemed to have been completely cleansed and reborn.
The heavens and earth became clearer. The spiritual energy grew purer and more vibrant, while the laws of the Great Dao seemed to become easier to comprehend.
An unprecedented sense of ease and vitality replaced the heavy feeling of being bound by invisible shackles.
The transformation was so clear and profound that it flowed from the very level of the laws into the depths of every living being’s soul.
An overwhelming wave of joy and celebration swept across the entire world like an erupting volcano!
“The forbidden zones are gone! They’re really gone!”
A young cultivator pointed toward the sky, so excited that he could barely speak. Tears mixed with his smile as they streamed down his face.
“There will never be another Dark Turmoil! No more Supreme beings devouring all living creatures!”
“It’s over… The Dark Turmoil… It’s really over!”
“It was the divine one! The heavens! A supreme existence saved us!”
“We bow in gratitude to the heavens! We bow in gratitude to the Savior!”
“Darkness has dispersed; light shall endure forever!”
“May Xuanhuang never perish! May all living beings prosper forever!”
At first, the cries were scattered and choked with sobs. Before long, they converged into orderly prayers and hymns of gratitude, filled with fervor and reverence.
The waves of sound surged like a tide, sweeping across the mountains and rivers, shaking the clouds, and soaring straight into the Ninth Heaven!
An old era shrouded in death, fear, and despair was forever buried with the complete annihilation of the ancient Supremes and the disappearance of the forbidden zones.
In the void, Xuanyangzi and the five Ancestors gazed at the cheering masses below and the forbidden zones that had vanished without a trace. Tears glimmered in their aged eyes.
The Great Emperor of Annihilation looked toward that figure in blue robes, the awe in his heart growing ever deeper.
He had once been a Supreme of a forbidden zone and knew all too well the terrifying foundations concealed within those dead lands. Yet before the Honored Master, everything had vanished like dust.
Gu Changge hovered quietly in the void, gazing at the world reborn with life and at the cheering masses below. His expression remained calm.
To him, this was merely the healing of old scars and the restoration of Xuanhuang to what it should have been.
But to all the living beings of Xuanhuang, it marked the end of an era and the beginning of a new epoch.
However, once the tide of joy and gratitude had slightly subsided, an even greater and more profound question emerged.
Like reefs revealed as the tide receded, it rose in the hearts of the countless living beings of the Xuanhuang Great World:
Who was it?
Who, with supreme divine power, had brought an end to the dark calamity that had claimed even Great Emperors?
Who had, with a mere wave of the hand, healed the wounds of mountains and rivers, swept away the ancient forbidden zones, and bestowed upon this shattered world a rebirth akin to creation itself?
From commoners in mortal kingdoms to patriarchs of sacred lands and sects, all found themselves involuntarily raising their heads in unison.
Their gazes struggled to pierce through layer upon layer of space, searching the highest reaches of the heavens—the direction from which all miracles and overwhelming pressure had first descended.
Yet their eyes could not penetrate the barriers of space, nor could their divine senses reach even the fringes of the battlefield beyond the heavens.
Only a rare few—those of peerless cultivation and keen perception—could vaguely sense that, in that unfathomable depth beyond their sight,
there lingered an immense, indescribable aura that made their very souls tremble.
Remnants of Imperial might still hung in the air, while aftershocks from shattered and disordered laws continued to ripple faintly.
“What... happened beyond the heavens?”
The Holy Lord of an ancient sacred land murmured to himself. His heart was filled with boundless awe and curiosity, yet he did not dare entertain the slightest thought of probing further.
The power of beings at that level was already beyond anything they could comprehend.
Above the Southern Region, Xiao Ruobai, Fang Hanyu, Ling Xi, Xiao Pang, Mo Yu, and the others likewise raised their heads, gazing toward that expanse of void that was gradually settling, yet still sent chills through their hearts.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
