A Breath Scatters the Dark Matter, Purifying the Sea of Boundaries
Four Spiritual Sense, filled with trembling and fear, still echoed wildly in Qin Feng's sea of consciousness, humbled to the dust.
"Senior! Spare me!"
"We are willing to be your slaves and servants, loyal for eternity! We only beg for your mercy!"
"We were wrong! We were really wrong!"
The four Dark Emperors, who once looked down upon the ages and regarded the Immortal King as an ant, were now like four chicks with their necks pinched, unable to utter a sound except to beg in the most humble manner.
The deep-seated fear made them want to tear out their very souls to prove their loyalty and obedience.
However, Qin Feng ignored their pleas for mercy.
He simply turned around slowly, no longer looking at the four Dark Emperors who had been reduced to statues, but instead focusing his gaze on Willow God, a gentle smile playing on his lips.
"Look, isn't it much quieter now?"
Willow God stared blankly at the man before her.
Then look at those four ugly and comical figures frozen in time and space in the distance.
A tremendous storm raged in her heart.
These four Dark Emperors are the ultimate nightmare for her, and for all the powerful beings of the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands throughout countless eras.
To fight against them, countless heroes and warriors perished on the battlefield, and countless brilliant civilizations turned to dust.
She herself, in order to protect the heavens, defied all ages, leaving behind that lonely figure on the dam that has endured for countless years.
But now, these four sources of nightmares, who are practically immortal, don't even deserve to be looked at by this man.
With just one word, they were stripped of everything.
What an incredible and incomprehensible power this is!
Qin Feng seemed to see through her thoughts, and spoke with a smile. His voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable warmth.
"Weren't they your enemies?"
He pointed to the four statues, his tone as casual as if he were asking what he wanted for dinner.
"It's up to you to handle."
One sentence made Willow God's body tremble slightly.
Leave it to me to handle?
Her gaze slowly fell upon the four faces, distorted with fear and humiliation.
Azure Emperor, Hong Emperor, Feather Emperor, the World-Ending Old Man...
Familiar yet unfamiliar faces stirred up images buried deep within her memory.
She thought of her old friends who fought alongside her but ultimately shed their blood in the Sea of Boundaries.
I recalled the charred willow stump above Stone Village, its solitary struggle for rebirth amidst lightning.
It reminded me of the solitary figure, unrivaled through the ages, alone with his sword, facing the endless darkness with tragic grandeur and unwavering resolve.
Endless years, endless loneliness, endless battles... it all seems to have started because of them.
In the past, she might have acted without hesitation, using the most ruthless methods to completely annihilate them, in order to comfort the departed spirits.
But now...
Looking at their humble and pleading posture, Willow God felt no pleasure whatsoever, and even her desire for revenge faded.
Yes, what's the point?
Hatred stems from equal strength and the despair of being unable to overcome it.
But when this man appeared, the so-called ultimate darkness, the so-called eternal black hand, all became a joke.
Would a dragon hold a grudge against an ant that once bit it?
When perspectives and levels of understanding are completely different, so-called hatred loses its meaning.
They no longer deserve it.
The Willow God's eyes, which had been cold and aloof for millennia, gradually returned to calm. All the turmoil and the past were completely soothed in this moment.
She shook her head gently, yet with unwavering determination.
They don't deserve salvation.
Her voice was soft, yet it carried an unprecedented sense of relief.
"They don't deserve to die by my hand."
Willow God raised her head and looked at Qin Feng. For the first time, her beautiful eyes were filled with a light of dependence and trust.
"Please, my husband, purify this filth."
Hearing this answer, Qin Feng nodded in satisfaction.
He knew that from this moment on, Willow God had truly let go of all the burdens of the past and completely integrated into this family.
"Good."
Qin Feng responded, slowly turned around, and faced the imprisoned darkness once more.
For the first time, his gaze truly fell upon the four Dark Emperors.
The four emperors trembled violently the moment they met that gaze.
They saw no murderous intent, no judgment, in that gaze; they saw only... an indifference as if a god were looking down upon dust.
It's over.
This was the last thought that flashed through their minds.
Qin Feng did not make any earth-shattering moves.
He simply took a deep breath.
Then, facing forward, it was slowly blown out.
call--
That was a breath of air.
A Chaos Qi aura, devoid of any killing intent or fluctuations of any laws, yet supremely pure and unparalleled.
This aura, like a gentle spring breeze, softly swept across that imprisoned world.
It swept across that dark furnace, powerful enough to refine the heavens.
That terrifying weapon, formed from the life fruits of four Quasi-Immortal Emperor, didn't even cause a ripple. It was like ice and snow melting and green smoke dissipating, completely disintegrating from structure to concept, returning to nothingness.
The spring breeze continues to move forward.
It brushed past the Azure Emperor, the Great Hong Emperor, the Feather Emperor, and the World-Ending Old Man.
The four Dark Emperors, their bodies frozen in place, ugly and stiff, showed no struggle, no screams, and not even a trace of energy dissipation under the influence of that aura.
They are like paintings on the beach, easily erased by the gentle touch of the waves.
Their physical bodies, their Primordial Spirit, their Dao fruits, all traces of their existence in this world, the imprints they left on the River of Time...
Everything was completely wiped away from the conceptual level and from the very root of existence by this gentle breath.
It was as if they had never been born.
It was as if this ancient darkness and turmoil were nothing but a dream.
This "purifying wind" did not stop there.
It swept across the entire Ultimate Ancient Land, reaching the ancient dam that had separated them for eternity, and entering the vast Sea of Boundaries known as the tomb of the Immortal King.
Miracles are happening wherever they go.
That dark matter, which had eroded countless eras and even Quasi-Immortal Emperor could not escape, and which was capable of assimilating everything, was as fragile as paper in the face of this aura.
They were decomposed, purified, and their properties reversed, transforming from the end of destruction into the beginning of creation.
The endless darkness transformed into the purest and most primal life energy and spirituality.
The ancient, lifeless Sea of Boundaries began to radiate unprecedented vitality.
Glug... Glug...
The once lifeless sea began to bubble, the purest spiritual energy boiling within it.
New islands slowly rose from the seabed, and the first spiritual herb sprouted and the first fairy flower bloomed on them.
In the sea, new life began to emerge. Bathed in the spirit of creation, they opened their eyes in bewilderment, curiously observing this brand-new world.
A brand new world, full of endless possibilities and hope, was quietly born with this one breath.
After doing all this, Qin Feng seemed to simply dust off his sleeves, his face showing no emotion whatsoever.
He turned around and, quite naturally, took Willow God's hand in one hand and Nuwa's hand in the other.
The two stunningly beautiful goddesses, one aloof and the other pure and holy, obediently let him lead them, the warmth from his palms giving them an unprecedented sense of security.
Qin Feng looked at the vibrant new world before him and spoke with a smile.
"Alright, this place is clean now."
He paused, seemingly deep in thought, then a smile of interest appeared on his face.
"Let's go see the next world. I've heard there's a place called ' Dou Qi Continent '."
"The Exotic Fire there should make the meat of ferocious beasts roasted there taste quite good."
As soon as the words were spoken, the Immortal Alliance, which had been gleaming in the darkness, flashed and vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed.
Only in this newly born and thoroughly purified world did an eternal myth about creation and purification remain.