The curtain fell!

Zhou Ming looked at Hongjun, and at this shattered world, and nodded calmly.

"Can."

One word summed up his attitude.

Hongjun said no more. He and Zhou Ming exchanged a glance, and in a flash, they appeared on the shattered Primordial Wilderness sky.

They stood amidst endless Chaos, looking down at the world below, now completely reduced to ruins.

"Let's get started."

As soon as Hongjun finished speaking, he made the first move.

He gently tossed the Creation Jade Tome in his hand, and the tablet instantly shone brightly.

The Three Thousand Great Dao Laws flowed out from it, transforming into an invisible giant net that spread towards the Depths of Chaos.

Zhou Ming did not hesitate either.

He reached out his hand and made a loose grasping motion towards the shattered earth.

Boom!

Those enormous Primordial Fragments, torn apart by the Saint's power and floating in the Chaos, seemed to be drawn together by an invisible force, slowly converging towards the center.

"Combine!"

Under the immense power of the two, the shattered world began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After an unknown amount of time, when the last Spatial Rift was closed and the last wisp of Chaos Qi was transformed into Innate Spiritual Qi, the great undertaking of rebuilding the Primordial Wilderness was finally completed.

Looking down at the completely transformed world, Hongjun slowly retrieved the Creation Jade Tome.

He turned his head and looked at Zhou Ming.

"After Primordial Wilderness rebirth, the World Membrane was fragile, its Origin Essence severely damaged, and it could no longer withstand the torment of Saint- level power."

"Fellow Daoist and Houtu, you must not act rashly in the Primordial Wilderness in the future."

Zhou Ming nodded calmly.

"I see."

Seeing that he had agreed, Hongjun said no more.

With a casual wave of his hand, the fragments of the Investiture of the Gods scattered in the void, as well as the God-Beating Whip, all flew into his hand and disappeared.

He glanced one last time at the remaining disciples of the Clarify Sect and Interception Sect below, whose expressions varied, and left with a detached remark.

"You all, proceed to the Heavenly Court as soon as possible and await orders."

As soon as he finished speaking, the figure of Hongjun's Avatar slowly faded away and eventually disappeared completely.

With his departure, the overwhelming pressure that had been pressing down on everyone finally dissipated.

Zhou Ming's figure descended from the Nine Heavens Above, and he looked at Tongtian, who had a complicated expression.

"Fellow Daoist, let's go."

The Tongtian Sect Master snapped out of his daze and nodded solemnly to Zhou Ming.

"Good."

Then, he spoke again, somewhat hesitantly.

"Please wait a moment, fellow Daoist, while I give my disciples a few words of explanation."

Zhou Ming nodded, without urging him.

The Tongtian Sect Master turned around and walked towards the group of disciples who were gathered together, their expressions filled with sorrow.

He flipped his hand and took out a jade bottle, handing it to Wu.

"Fellow Daoist, within this are the True Spirit of my unfortunate disciples who perished."

"I implore you, fellow Daoist, to take the trouble to send them into Reincarnation, giving them a chance to start over."

Wu accepted the jade bottle and nodded solemnly.

"Rest assured, fellow Daoist, I will certainly handle this matter properly."

Thank you.

The Tongtian Sect Master finally breathed a sigh of relief. He turned his head and looked at the Saint Mother Jinling, the Saint Mother Wudang, the Sanxiao, and others.

Looking at these few remaining core disciples, his heart, which had just gained freedom, was once again filled with a deep sense of guilt and reluctance.

"Jinling, Guiling, Wudang, Yunxiao..."

He called out their names one by one, his voice filled with unprecedented exhaustion.

"Master..."

When Saint Mother Jinling and the others saw Tongtian covered in blood, his aura weakened, and Tongtian his Saint majesty gone, they couldn't help but choke up.

The Tongtian Sect Master waved his hand, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"Why are you crying?"

"I'm perfectly fine, aren't I?"

"But... I will no longer be able to protect you in the future."

His words carried an endless sense of desolation and loneliness.

"From this day forward, my Interception Sect will have no more Saint."

"You must no longer act as you have in the past, doing whatever you please or acting on impulse."

Think thrice before you act.

He looked at his most prized disciple Saint Mother Jinling.

"Jinling, you have a strong temper. In the future, you should listen more to Yunxiao and the others' opinions and avoid acting impulsively."

The Saint Mother Jinling, fighting back tears, kowtowed deeply.

"Disciple will humbly follow Master's teachings!"

He then looked up at the Yunxiao.

"Yunxiao, you are meticulous. From now on, the Interception Sect will help Jinling continue the Interception Sect's Dao Lineage."

Yunxiao's eyes were red-rimmed, and he bowed deeply.

"Disciple will certainly not fail Master's expectations."

The Tongtian Sect Master looked at each of them one by one and gave his final instructions.

He knew that this departure would be for many years, and there would be no hope of ever seeing each other again.

All he could do for them were these final words of advice.

"Remember, staying alive is more important than anything else."

"As long as our Dao Lineage survives, our Interception Sect still has hope."

After saying all this, he seemed to have used up all his strength.

He took one last, deep look at his disciples who had accompanied him for countless years, then abruptly turned away, without a trace of lingering affection.

"Fellow Daoist Zhou Ming, let's go."

Zhou Ming nodded, and the two of them vanished into the sky as two streaks of light.

As they left, the others present also began to say their goodbyes.

Taiqing and Primordial Lord exchanged a glance, both seeing endless desolation and resentment on each other's faces. Without uttering a word, they transformed into two beams of clear light and returned to their respective Dao Field.

Nuwa nodded slightly to Wu and then turned and returned to the Empress Wa's Palace.

With smiles on their faces, Jieyin and Zhunti bowed to the crowd, then rode on auspicious clouds, returning to the West with satisfaction.

This time, they made a fortune and were the biggest winners.

Wu looked at Wen Zhong, whose expression was equally complicated, among the group of Jie Sect Disciple.

Grand Tutor.

Upon Wen Zhong immediately stepped forward and bowed.

"Your the King."

Wu shook his head.

You no longer need to call me the King.

"The Dao Ancestor has already Imperial Edict those under the Saint's tutelage must no longer interfere in the affairs of the Human Clan."

"Staying among the Human Clan will only restrict your actions and will not benefit your cultivation."

"Then follow your master's guidance and cultivate diligently; perhaps that is your best destiny."

Wen Zhong's body trembled. He looked at Wu, his tiger-like eyes filled with reluctance.

He understood that the King was thinking of him.

He bowed deeply to Wu, his voice choked with emotion.

"Your subject... Wen Zhong thanks Your the King!"

He bowed deeply, and when he raised his head again, Wu's figure had already disappeared.

Everyone has left.

Only the remaining disciples of the Interception Sect, such as the Saint Mother Jinling, the Saint Mother Wudang, and the Sanxiao, stood alone on this devastated land.

Everyone's gaze instinctively fell upon the Saint Mother Jinling.

Master has passed away.

From now on, what will become of them?

As the gazes of the crowd gathered, the Saint Mother Jinling glanced at the land that had buried countless fellow disciples, then looked up at the sky, which had regained its clarity.

Looking at the familiar yet sorrowful faces around him, he spoke slowly after a long while, his voice hoarse but unusually firm.

Let's go back to Golden Ao Island first.