A solitary, cold moon hangs in the sky, casting its silvery light upon the silent valley.
Qing Huan slowly opened his eyes. Deep within his eyes, two miniature galaxies seemed to be slowly rotating and merging, eventually returning to calm and transforming into a pure chaotic Tai Chi.
The yin-yang fish phantoms surrounding him emitted a low hum, as if they were living beings reluctant to part, and finally obediently withdrew their powerful Daoist aura, transforming into two streams of light that disappeared into the purple mansion between his eyebrows.
The vortex of spiritual energy in the valley subsided, leaving only wisps of Daoist essence, indicating that Sage- level being had once comprehended the ultimate principles of heaven and earth here.
"The Yin-Yang Rotation, the interplay of movement and stillness, though the Great Dao is arduous, we are fortunate to have attained it."
Qing Huan whispered, the sound echoing faintly in the empty valley before being quickly dispersed by the mountain wind.
He stood up, his dark Daoist robe fluttering without wind, the hem brushing the ground without picking up a single speck of dust.
His gaze turned westward, carrying a hint of barely perceptible solemnity.
"The needs of the Witch Clan are urgent. The ten- Kalpa period is no trivial matter. Very well, let us do our best, for man proposes, God disposes."
As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step forward, and his figure seemed to merge into the void. When he reappeared, he was already thousands of miles away.
With a clear objective: the mysterious and unpredictable Netherworld, located beneath the Netherworld Sea of Blood in the far west of the Primordial Wilderness.
Legends about this place are extremely rare among the beings of the Primordial Wilderness, as if shrouded in an invisible veil, filled with the unknown and taboos.
Qing Huan thought to himself:
"Deep within the netherworld may lie opportunities for life, a turning point for the Witch Clan and even the entire Primordial Wilderness. This journey, though fraught with danger, is one we must undertake."
Traveling westward, traversing hundreds of millions of miles of mountains and rivers.
Qing Huan did not deliberately conceal his whereabouts; he merely swept across the Primordial Earth like a fleeting shadow.
Along the way, all that could be seen was the turmoil and desolation within the demon race.
With clan rules as imposing as mountains, Di Jun and Tai Yi, on Qing Huan's advice, swiftly and decisively reformed the demon race. They saw:
On the desolate plains, a group of ferocious wolf demons, their bodies wreathed in crimson karma, had their demonic markings stripped off and were expelled from their clan.
The alpha wolf roared to the sky, its eyes filled with resentment and hatred, yet it dared not defy the high-ranking Demon Gods who held the Golden Crow Token.
Beside a Jieyin array, several aquatic Magic Power with their magic sealed were pushed and shoved into it. With a flash of light, they would be directly teleported to the vicinity of the Witch Clan Ancestral Land, becoming "tribute" for the Witch Clan warriors to hone their combat skills and even replenish their blood and food.
Even more extreme, before the altar of a certain tribe of ferocious birds, a remnant soul of a Bi Fang with bloodshot eyes and blood-stained wings, dissatisfied with the chieftain's designation of its bloodline as "one with heavy karma" as a sacrifice, lunged at the chieftain without regard for anything.
In an instant, the totem behind the clan leader manifested, and Sky-Burning Fire completely annihilated his remnant soul, without even a wails.
Qing Huan surveyed all of this, his expression as indifferent as ancient ice.
As the Heavenly Venerable of the Demon Clan, he did not intervene.
These expelled and purged demons, who had wantonly slaughtered, were entangled in Karma and burdened with sinful burdens like a malignant tumor, having long since deviated from the path of "Tao" and become a malignant tumor that dragged down the fortune of the entire Demon Race Fortune.
It was clearly perceived that as these "tumors" were removed, the massive cloud of Demon Race Fortune in the sky not only did not dissipate, but became more condensed and pure, faintly revealing a kind of resilience and grandeur after the removal of all impurities.
"It seems that the suggestion I made to my elder brother Di Jun was ultimately the right one. A drastic measure, like a warrior cutting off his own arm or scraping away poison from the bone, is the only way to ensure our continuation."
Having understood the situation, he stopped and sped westward.
I don't know how many mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas we've traversed, or how many spatial barriers we've crossed.
Finally, the view before us opened up—the far west of the primordial Primordial Wilderness!
The sight that came into view stirred a ripple in Qing Huan's heart, even for someone of his level.
Deep in my memory, thousands of Kalpa ago, this place was a barren wasteland stretching for billions of miles, where spiritual energy was so scarce that it was almost depleted, and life was hard to find.
The fierce Dao-Devil War, and the disastrous consequences of Rahula igniting the Western Ancestral Vein, once left this land with heavy scars. But now?
As far as the eye can see, there is only lush greenery!
A vibrant forest covers the once bare rocks, and a clear river meanders through the valley like a jade ribbon, nourishing the newly sprouted plants Immortal Flower on both banks.
With towering peaks and swirling mists, it may not be as blessed with natural beauty and rich in Innate Dao Rhyme as Kunlun or Buzhou in the east, but it still possesses a vibrant and resilient life force.
What struck Qing Huan even more was the atmosphere of the place.
There was none of the tribal warfare and resource plundering that were commonplace on the Eastern Land, nor the tense and deadly atmosphere that currently permeated the demon race.
The creatures here are mostly new-generation Plant Spirits or weak races remnants from the western homeland, each occupying their own territory and choosing to create simple Cave Mansion to cultivate their inner energy.
A rare sense of peace and focus permeated the world.
"What a wonderful prototype of the Western Pure Land!"
Qing Huan swept his Spiritual Sense over it and secretly praised it.
Looking up at the Starry Sky, the ever-turning Great Formation of the Stars, which covers the heavens and earth, is continuously crushing and refining the remains of the chaotic beasts from beyond the realm, transforming them into the purest innate spiritual energy, which is then sprinkled upon the Primordial Earth like sweet rain.
A large portion of it is quietly nourishing this once barren West.
"The concentration of spiritual energy has reached more than three or four times that of Primordial Wilderness primordial era... Although the western ley lines are damaged, with this great replenishment, the recovery speed far exceeds expectations."
Qing Huan silently deduced the outcome.
"At this rate, it may not take ten or twenty thousand Kalpa. With another one or two thousand Kalpa of accumulation, the earth's veins here can be initially and completely repaired."
"At that time..."
His gaze was deep, fixed on the direction of the Purple Cloud Palace Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.
"The Dao Ancestor Hongjun has fully repaid the debts of Karma to the West."
"As for... the claim that Western Sect... Buddhism... are flourishing..."
A barely perceptible smile flickered across Qing Huan's lips, a smile that was anything but benevolent.
"Under the Heavenly Dao, there is its own way. However, confining it to the western border and permanently suppressing its great rise, preventing it from spreading eastward and bewitching the masses, is not necessarily a bad thing for the Primordial Wilderness."
I instinctively lack a fondness for the Western path, which is known for its concepts of Karma, nirvana, and salvation. However, I am clear-headed and understand that Heavenly Mandate, so I only need to go with the flow and draw a line.
A myriad of thoughts flashed through my mind like lightning.
Qing Huan withdrew his gaze, no longer paying attention to the evolution of the western ley lines.
With a slight thought, the Space Law rippled like water. He took a step forward, and the green mountains and clear waters before him were instantly replaced by an endless expanse of dark red!
The stench, resentment, and bone-chilling cold emanated from the air, like millions of steel needles, instantly piercing the senses.
This is the final resting place for Primordial Wilderness filth, resentment, and endless remnants of souls— the Netherworld Sea of Blood!
The Blood Waves surged and churned, thick as paste, with countless twisted, struggling, and agonizing remnant souls floating within it.
They were either swallowed and melted by the Blood Waves, or dragged into the unknown abyss by invisible chains of karma. The entire space was filled with a deathly silence of despair and a frenzied resentment.
When Qing Huan's figure, imbued with supreme Daoist wisdom, appeared above the Blood Sea, like a clear, cold moon suddenly descending upon the endless blood hell, the entire Blood Sea seemed to freeze for a moment. Immediately afterward, an even more turbulent tide surged forth!