Taiqing stood amid Chaos and drew in his horsetail whisk. Xuanhuang Qi returned to his side, falling like a thin, even curtain that kept the surging waves of chaotic energy at bay. The allied armies of more than ten Cosmic Worlds had been wiped out by the Sanqing and the Twelve Ancestral Witches. The Origins of the slain beings settled slowly through the Chaos Void like dark streams gathering together. Taiqing drew them onward with Xuanhuang Qi, weaving them into an ancient pattern that converged on the barrier of the Great Desolation World. The Origins rose and sank as they settled and were pulled forward, finally forming a dark-gold river. It flowed inside the barrier, where the Great Desolation World's web of laws absorbed, digested, and merged with it layer by layer.
"The Origins of these Cosmic Worlds are enough to strengthen the Great Desolation World further." Taiqing's voice echoed through Chaos, neither loud nor soft, yet every expert from the Primordial Wilderness still active on the battlefield heard him clearly. "But the Causality of their invasion did not vanish with their deaths. Their strongest beings are deeply bound to their worlds, just as Hongjun is. As long as those worlds endure, they can keep being reborn within them. Leave them alone, and they will invade again one day."
Taiqing looked across the edge of the Chaos Void toward where those Cosmic Worlds had been. Without their strongest beings, they drifted through Chaos like ancient buildings stripped of their supporting pillars. Fine cracks spread from the edges of their webs of laws, like fractures radiating from points of impact across mirrors struck again and again. As the cracks crept toward each world's core, its Law Structure loosened. The worlds were like worm-eaten trees: intact on the outside, hollow within. Taiqing's