Qing Huan abruptly flicked his sleeve, without the slightest hesitation!
That half of the Heavenly Dao's Golden Light of Merit, enough to drive countless powerful beings in the Primordial Wilderness mad and cause rivers of blood to flow, was like a living golden river, which he shattered with Magic Power and determination!
The golden light transformed into countless dazzling golden starlight points, like a gentle yet resolute rain of creation, evenly showering down upon every broken corner of the Netherworld.
Each falling star of Merit is like a seed of life being planted in a desolate desert.
Reconstructing the Netherworld: The edges of the enormous floating fragmented islands began to soften and extend under the gentle influence of the Golden Light of Merit, like the tender touch of the Earth Mother Goddess.
Between the islands, dazzling golden light transformed into resilient bridges of law, ignoring the raging void currents, pulling the fragments closer together and fusing them back together!
Amidst a tremendous roar, a new, more stable and expansive expanse of dark underworld re-coalesced and expanded at the center of the floating fragments.
On the surface, the bottomless abyss fissures formed by the fierce battle and self-destruction were stitched together by golden light like divine needles. The lava was calmed, the earth veins were reconnected and restored, and a deep hum was emitted.
Under the Golden Light of Merit, countless intricate and profound golden law patterns grew along the edges of the hideous, all-consuming spatial rifts in the sky, as if the creator god were weaving a celestial net.
These golden patterns spread and intertwined, forcibly blocking the raging void turbulence from the outside, and slowly closing inward.
The shattered spatial barriers were reborn and reinforced in the golden light, once again supporting the dark sky.
Those bizarrely colored and extremely dangerous "Law Swamps."
It was also forcibly neutralized and smoothed out by the pure Golden Light of Merit, transforming into relatively stable dimensional folds.
The lingering Destructive Demonic Qi, curses, and resentment left behind by Rahula's self-destruction, like maggots clinging to bones, were rapidly dissolved and purified into nothingness under the pure and benevolent Golden Light of Merit, like the first snow meeting the blazing sun, emitting a sizzling sound.
The Golden Light of Merit penetrated deep into the core of the earth's veins, like the most exquisite healer, repairing the almost severed source of reincarnation power in the Netherworld.
Although it will be a long time before the cycle of reincarnation is truly restored, a faint trace of gentle warmth, representing the cycle of life, has already begun to emerge from that cold and lifeless aura.
The shattered world has regained its heartbeat.
The earth-shattering battle between Qing Huan and the Demon Ancestor Luohu was so powerful that it shook the very edge of the Primordial Wilderness and the chaotic realm.
Such a commotion could not escape the all-seeing eyes of the Heavenly Dao, nor could it be concealed from the keen perception of Old Ancestor Hongjun.
Inside the Purple Cloud Palace, the Old Ancestor Hongjun gazed at the residual energy ripples deep within the chaos, a look of approval appearing on his face:
"Indeed, it lives up to the favor of the Great God Pangu."
However, before he could finish speaking, his eyes suddenly became serious, and a layer of unresolved worry appeared between his brows.
The words Rahula left behind as he self-destructed.
"The righteous path is one foot high, but the evil path is ten feet high."
This is by no means unfounded.
That was a prophecy recognized by the Great Dao, containing an undying obsession. It transformed into countless extraterrestrial demons, spreading into the chaos like maggots clinging to bones, tightly intertwined with Qing Huan's Dao heart, unable to sever ties.
"Why..."
Old Ancestor Hongjun gazed at the endless, chaotic darkness and let out a heavy sigh.
Rahula had long since become a demon in his heart.
Every time his cultivation improved, the demonic thoughts that old man had transformed into would grow in tandem, following him like a shadow, impossible to eliminate.
Unless one day he can take that crucial step and transcend the Great Dao, this entanglement between the Dao and the Demon will likely never end.
Helplessly, he closed his eyes and continued to immerse himself in the realm of enlightenment. Only by aligning himself with the Heavenly Dao could he slightly suppress the rampant demonic thoughts.
Meanwhile, in the Netherworld, Qing Huan was slowly channeling the Merit he had accumulated into this land.
As the golden light flowed, the Karma he had forged in his battle with Rahula gradually dissipated like melting snow.
Freed from the constraints of Karma, Qing Huan's long-held anxiety finally subsided, and the Daoist aura around him became increasingly light and agile.
Looking down at the World-Destroying Black Lotus in his hand, he realized that although this Innate Supreme Treasure was incredibly powerful, the price he paid for it was also extremely high.
The accumulated Heavenly Dao Merit, accumulated over nearly ten thousand Kalpa been almost completely exhausted, truly a total loss.
Qing Huan clicked his tongue, put the black lotus into his storage space, and turned to leave the land that had just been nourished by Merit.
They came to the Netherworld hoping to find a solution to the Witch Clan's problems with evil energy and food, but they didn't expect to not only find nothing but also lose a huge amount of Merit – truly a losing proposition.
In the blink of an eye, Qing Huan's figure appeared above the Netherworld Sea of Blood.
Blood Waves surged, a stench filled the air, and countless remnant souls floated and sank in the blood.
When Qing Huan appeared, these remnant souls were so frightened that they scattered like birds and beasts, without even the slightest courage to resist.
Qing Huan gazed at the Yin energy rising above the Blood Sea, his brows twitching slightly.
This intense baleful aura was quite compatible with the constitution of the Witch Clan. Two thoughts suddenly arose in his mind:
Perhaps, this Netherworld Sea of Blood will become the final retreat for the Witch Clan after their defeat?
After all, having searched the Netherworld for tens of thousands of years, they had never seen a place more rife with Yin energy than the Blood Sea.
Or perhaps, when Houtu manifests the Six Paths of Reincarnation in the Houtu, the Witch Clan might be able to survive on the edge of reincarnation?
When the cycle of reincarnation takes shape, the malevolent energy generated during the alternation of yin and yang is probably not much weaker than this Blood Sea.
Regardless of the possibility, a major battle is inevitable.
It seems the Witch-Demon War is ultimately unavoidable. Since there's no way to avoid it, the only option is to confront it head-on.
Qing Huan stood above the Blood Sea, letting the biting wind whip his robes.
I want to keep searching, even if there's only a sliver of a possibility, to try and find a way to turn this disaster around.
He dispersed his Spiritual Sense, carefully probing the depths of the Blood Sea, attempting to find a glimmer of hope amidst the endless resentment and malevolent energy.
However, apart from the even stronger Yin energy and the wails of the remnant souls, he found nothing else.
After a long while, Qing Huan withdrew his Spiritual Sense, a resolute glint in his eyes.
Since no better solution can be found, we have no choice but to prepare for war.
He glanced one last time at the churning Blood Sea, then turned into a streak of light, breaking through the barriers of the Netherworld and flying towards the direction of the Demon Clan's Heavenly Court.
The sounds of discussions in the Lingxiao Treasure Hall seemed to echo in my ears. Di Jun's ambition, Tai Yi's burning fighting spirit, and the equally formidable power of the Witch Clan all foreshadowed a storm that would sweep across the Primordial Wilderness, which was quietly brewing.
As for Qing Huan, having already been swept up in this torrent, all she can do is go against the current, do her best, and leave the rest to Heavenly Mandate.
No matter how many difficulties and obstacles lie ahead, we will move forward without hesitation, contributing our strength to protect the peace and tranquility of this Primordial Wilderness.