The Great Battle Ends, the Three Ancestors Swear to Suppress the Forbidden Zone!

After settling and arranging their clans, the Three Ancestors simultaneously transformed into their true forms, soaring into the sky. Their colossal bodies blotted out the sun and moon as they swore a blood oath to the Heavenly Dao.

Ancestral Dragon's golden draconic body coiled through the void, faint Merit Golden Light swirling around his horns. His voice was majestic and heavy, echoing across the Primordial Wilderness. "Heavenly Dao above! I, Ancestral Dragon, ignited the war of the Three Clans out of personal ambition, plunging the Primordial Wilderness's living beings into misery—my sins are grave! I vow to use my crippled body to suppress the sea eyes of the Four Seas, never to leave for eternity. The Dragon Clan shall retreat to the Four Seas, guard each sea eye, and dissolve the violent qi of the water veins! May the Heavenly Dao witness this!"

Primordial Phoenix's fiery red phoenix body followed close behind, her phoenix feathers trembling faintly in the twilight glow. Her clear cry carried a trace of reluctance. "Heavenly Dao above! I, Primordial Phoenix, sparked this war, burdening my clan with karmic destruction! I vow to go to the southern Primordial Wilderness, suppress the Immortal Volcano, and dissolve the calamity of its molten fires. The Phoenix Clan shall retreat to the Immortal Volcano, guard every volcano, and never again interfere in the affairs of the Primordial Wilderness! May the Heavenly Dao witness this!"

First Qilin's Mysterious Yellow Earth-colored scaled body brought up the rear, Mysterious Yellow Earth Qi churning beneath his hooves. His deep voice resounded through heaven and earth. "Heavenly Dao above! I, First Qilin, greedily coveted hegemony, plunging the Primordial Wilderness into war! I vow to use my crippled body to suppress the Earth Veins of the Primordial Wilderness, calming their turbulence. The Qilin Clan shall transform into auspicious beasts; henceforth, wherever a Qilin treads, blessings shall descend, to atone for our sins! May the Heavenly Dao witness this!"

The moment the oaths fell, golden merit poured down from the sky once more. This merit was several times greater than what had been distributed to them before, cascading like sweet rain into the bodies of the Three Ancestors. Their auras surged, their strength growing. Though they remained at the peak of the Golden Immortal of the Origin, they were now infinitely close to the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal of the Origin. Even their injuries had fully healed. Scales gleamed more brilliantly, phoenix feathers blazed with golden flames, and Earth Vein runes surfaced on the Qilin's armor.

Yet this boost in power came with eternal bondage. Ancestral Dragon's draconic body was pulled by an invisible force toward the sea eye of the East Sea. As Primordial Phoenix flew toward the Immortal Volcano, heaven and earth resonated, and two eggs dropped from beneath her belly. One was five-colored in shape, the other bore the colors of yin and yang. She hastily set up a primordial formation to safely place the eggs at a spiritual vein node before reluctantly continuing onward. First Qilin's scaled body slowly sank into the ground, merging with the Earth Veins of the Primordial Wilderness, becoming their eternal guardian.

No living being envied their breakthrough, for from this moment on, though the Three Ancestors possessed power nearing the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal of the Origin, they had forever lost their freedom, trapped in their sealed domains until the day their Karmic Debt dissipated.

With the departure of the Three Ancestors, the remnants of the Dragon Clan, Phoenix Clan, Qilin Clan, and their affiliated clans also withdrew from Cangwu Plain, flying toward their respective places of seclusion. As for the spiritual treasures left on the battlefield, they only took a portion, leaving most behind. As the saying goes, "The innocent man bears no guilt, but the possession of jade is his crime." In their prime, they could have taken all these innate and acquired spiritual treasures without anyone daring to object. But now, weakened and depleted, they had no right to claim everything—even though most of these treasures were originally theirs. So after retrieving a few symbolic and important pieces, they left the rest behind.

This also meant that the ten-thousand-year war of the Three Clans and the War of Dao and Demons had finally come to an end. The sky of the Primordial Wilderness gradually cleared, the golden twilight dispersing, leaving only the faint scent of blood and demonic qi still lingering in the air. And the ground—Cangwu Plain, which had witnessed countless lives and deaths—stood silently, recounting this brutal catastrophe since the Great Calamity of Creation and the Calamity of Ferocious Beasts.

Though traces of blood still hung in the air, everyone understood that no matter what, they had won. Amid their relief, many turned their gazes to the void. There, treasures floated densely, their spiritual light weaving into a brilliant sea of radiance. Even from a distance, one could clearly sense the Dao Rhythm emanating from the spiritual treasures. "Good heavens, there must be at least ten thousand innate spiritual treasures alone, right?" A Golden Immortal of the Origin with a goatee couldn't help rubbing his hands and muttering in awe. His eyes swept over the intact and broken innate spiritual treasures, filled with longing. Though legend said that at the dawn of the Primordial Wilderness, there were 129,600 innate spiritual treasures, that was just a rumor. Even if it were true, spread across the vast Primordial Wilderness, it wasn't much. Not to mention the conflicts, including the Calamity of Ferocious Beasts, that had already destroyed many innate spiritual treasures. How many remained now? No one knew, but before them lay tens of thousands. Many eyes gleamed with greed. A friend of the goateed Golden Immortal, after scanning the scene, exclaimed in awe, "Look at that broken sword—though only half remains, the primordial runes on the hilt still glow. It must be a High-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure! And that cracked mirror—its surface shimmers with Taiyin Spiritual Light. It might be a Taiyin-attribute innate spiritual treasure!" A female cultivator beside him nodded in agreement. "Exactly! What makes innate spiritual treasures better than Houtian Spiritual Treasures is the Innate Undying Spiritual Light within them. Even if shattered into pieces, as long as the spiritual light hasn't dispersed, they can slowly recover. And with the vast number of Houtian Spiritual Treasures, even if damaged, you can patch them up with some spiritual ores and give them to disciples—not bad at all!"

That said, however, the crowd exchanged glances, each looking at the other, but no one dared to make the first move.

After all, two top-tier great powers, Hongjun and Yang Mei, still stood in the arena.

With the principals yet to speak, how could these Rogue Cultivators presume to overstep?

Many secretly cast their gazes toward Hongjun and Yang Mei, their eyes filled with both anticipation and reverence, not even daring to breathe too loudly.

Yang Mei was the first to act. He had never cared for the mundane treasures of the Primordial Wilderness.

After casually picking a few spiritual treasures that resonated with space attributes, he smiled and shook his head.

"These treasures are of no use to this old Daoist. Do as you please."

With that, he stepped aside, idly toying with the space-attribute treasures.

All eyes then turned sharply to Hongjun.

Hongjun did not hesitate. He first raised his hand and drew two treasures radiating dense demonic energy before him.

They were the World Destroying Black Lotus and the God Slaying Spear, left behind after Luohu's self-destruction.

The World Destroying Black Lotus was originally a Top-Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure. Though the demonic patterns on its petals had dimmed by more than half in the explosion, one could still faintly sense the profound defensive Dao Rhythm within.

The God Slaying Spear was even more remarkable. Originally an Innate Supreme Treasure imbued with the Slaughter Law, it had been severely damaged in the great battle, dropping to a Top-Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure after successive self-destructions.

Though seventy percent of the killing demonic patterns on the spear's shaft were shattered, it still exuded a bone-chilling murderous intent, staining the very air with cold.

Seeing this, no one raised any objection. Such ferocious demonic treasures were beyond the ability of ordinary cultivators to refine.

Forcibly using them would only invite demonic backlash; only a great power like Hongjun could suppress them.

Having dealt with the demonic treasures, Hongjun's gaze shifted to another side of the void, where dozens of treasures floated.

These were the relics left behind after the fall of Old Ancestor Yin Yang and Old Ancestor Qiankun.

Perhaps sensing that their former masters had perished, these treasures emitted low hums.

Their spiritual light flickered dimly, as if mourning the departed owners.

After a moment, they drifted unsteadily toward Hongjun, as if acknowledging him as their new master.