World-Purifying White Lotus hangs high in the heavens, its petals unfurling and bursting forth with boundless pure and holy radiance. Its brilliance is vast and boundless, instantly illuminating billions of miles of mountains and rivers in the west.
In the place where demonic energy was most abundant and profound, the Innate Spiritual Root that grew there, and the remaining Primordial Wilderness creatures, were now bathed in this gentle yet overwhelmingly powerful purifying light.
Hundreds of millions of living beings involuntarily raised their heads to look up, their faces serene, devoutly accepting this holy baptism that cleanses them of their filth.
The demonic Malevolent Qi that had accumulated within his body for millennia, like maggots clinging to bones, was gradually dissolving and disintegrating under the caress of the light, turning into wisps of blue smoke and dissipating.
However, Qing Huan's eyes were deep, and his mind raced:
"Simply removing demonic energy is like cutting flesh to heal a wound; it's only a superficial effect."
"The root cause of the West's chronic illness lies in its damaged foundation and depleted spiritual energy!"
With this in mind, Qing Huan did not hesitate to pour out two-thirds of the Three Lights Divine Water from the Jade Purity Bottle, which contained the supreme efficacy of gathering the three lights of the sun, moon, and stars and possessing the power to bring the dead back to life and heal flesh and bones!
With a wave of his sleeve, the Daoist energy flowed through the heavens and earth, and the extremely precious divine water suddenly rose up, transforming into a sweet and abundant rain in the vast sky, gently sprinkling down to nourish the earth.
Wherever the divine rain fell, miracles occurred.
The ancient spiritual root, which had been ravaged to the brink of death and even lost its life force by the earth-shattering shockwave of the Demon Ancestor Luohu's self-destruction, is now like a parched land receiving sweet rain. Tender buds are sprouting from its withered branches, and broken roots are reviving. It is like a withered tree coming back to life and creating Universe!
The earth greedily absorbed the rain and dew that contained the Power of Creation, and the cracked and parched land quietly healed. In the barren and gray crevices of the rocks, tenacious acquired spiritual plants broke through the soil, dotting this long-lost wasteland with their scattered presence.
Countless living beings witnessed this scene, their hearts surging with emotion. The joy of surviving the catastrophe transformed into the most sincere gratitude. They knelt down in devout worship towards the blue figure in the clouds, their tears of gratitude Yunxiao.
Looking at the heartfelt worship of the beings below, a relieved smile crossed Qing Huan's face, but her heart was perfectly clear:
"This is treating the symptoms, not the root cause."
Although the demonic energy has dissipated and the foundation has been restored, the damage to the western earth's veins is like a dragon with a broken spine; how can mere divine water heal it?
"My meager innate essence of earth, if poured into this vast devastation, I fear it wouldn't even create a ripple...?"
Such a monumental feat, which has shaken the Western order and benefited hundreds of millions of lives, has instantly triggered the Spiritual Sense deductions of the great powers of the Primordial Wilderness world, and countless gazes have traversed time and space to focus on this event.
The two Daoist priests, Jieyin and Zhunti, who were closest to them, naturally sensed it immediately.
Standing in his own dilapidated Dao Field, Zhunti gazed at the purifying light and rain of Creation that covered billions of beings, his expression complex and unreadable, and he murmured:
"Senior brother, Fellow Qing Huan has indeed relieved our Western Regions of its urgent crisis; your Merit."
However... after this incident, the Western beings, grateful for their kindness, may have somewhat diminished their faith in the two of us...?"
While pleased with the revival of the West, it is hard to conceal the worry that the foundation of the Daoist tradition is being weakened.
The Daoist Jieyin's face remained sorrowful, but his eyes had become even more profound. He gently shook his head and chanted a Buddhist prayer.
"Junior brother, you're too attached to appearances."
Qing Huan has performed such a great Merit, and Heavenly Dao will surely bestow upon you immeasurable Merit. If the West can be revitalized and its foundation strengthened as a result, in the long run, we too will benefit immensely.
Furthermore, your Daoist Dao Field located far away in the Eastern Sea Immortal Continent, with a profound foundation. Why would you linger in this barren West and compete with us for profit?
"The most urgent task at hand is to follow the trend and closely follow Fellow Qing Huan in joining us in this grand undertaking to universally save the beings of the West, thus demonstrating our deep concern for the West."
Upon Zhunti this, Zhunti felt a sudden sense of clarity:
"What you say is absolutely right, Senior Brother! With the foundation restored and vitality reappearing, why worry about a lack of believers coming to join us in the future?"
Without further hesitation, the two men unleashed golden light beneath their feet, transforming into two dazzling streaks of light that swiftly pierced the air and flew towards Qing Huan's location.
Meanwhile, Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, in the Purple Cloud Palace.
While merging with the Dao and embracing the will of Heaven, Dao Ancestor Hongjun suddenly opened his chaotic eyes amidst the workings of the mysterious Heavenly Dao. His gaze fell, and in an instant, he perceived everything that was happening on the Western land.
A rare smile, filled with relief and approval, quietly appeared on his usually expressionless face.
"The tragedy of the Western ley lines is the immense Karma I incurred when I clashed with Rahula and destroyed his Immortal Execution Sword Formation... Rahula self-destructed and fled, and this endless debt must ultimately be borne by the victor...?"
Hongjun realized that at the very moment Qing Huan unleashed the Three Lights Divine Water to Creation the West, a faint yet incredibly clear trace of Karma power quietly peeled away and faded from his Dao body, which was closely connected to the Heavenly Dao.
This slight easing was so precious amidst the endless burden of the Kalpa that it drew a rare glance from him, a being who had almost become the very essence of the Heavenly Dao.
"Will the future trajectory of the Primordial Wilderness be altered because of you, this butterfly with fluttering wings?"
I also look forward to... Everything has its own way, and even the Primordial Wilderness is not fixed. When things reach their peak, they will inevitably decline; when things reach their lowest point, they will inevitably rise again. This is the natural law of the Great Dao.
Even I cannot forcefully resist, nor can I stop it...?
Hongjun's mind was filled with thoughts.
"This is because the Great God Pangu transformed into all things, and this Primordial Wilderness world is the manifestation of the Great God Pangu's 'Dao'."
The end of the Primordial Wilderness evolution is the perfect unification of the Great Dao of Pangu.
Since it is the 'Tao,' there is no constant or unchanging principle; all evolution is possible. The only question is how much turbulence this 'variable' can stir up...?"
At this thought, a deep bitterness welled up in Hongjun's heart:
"Pangu, oh Pangu... You have attained the supreme Great Dao, yet you have placed the entire burden of this Primordial Wilderness world upon my shoulders."
Guarding this realm, harmonizing yin and yang, resisting the endless schemes and manipulations of fate left behind by the True Spirit of the Three Thousand Demon Gods in the chaos... If it weren't for your remaining will suppressing Luck, this Primordial Wilderness would probably have long been annihilated in the chaotic void...
"I have transcended the Heavenly Dao and attained perfection, but I don't know when that will be...?"
A barely audible sigh dissipated in the empty Purple Cloud Palace. Hongjun slowly closed his eyes, his figure once again merging into the vast and boundless torrent of Heavenly Dao Laws.
"Fellow Qing Huan! Your compassion is boundless!"
Two golden beams of light arrived in an instant, landing on the clouds; they were none other than Jieyin and Zhunti.
Jieyin forward with his palms together, his sorrowful face now radiating heartfelt admiration.
"Fellow Daoist, you have actually given up such a primordial divine substance as the Three Lights Divine Water, transforming it into spiritual rain to benefit countless beings in the West and repair their spiritual roots. My fellow disciple and I are deeply moved and filled with utmost respect for such a noble aspiration and virtue!"
There was a hint of sincerity in his eyes.
Qing Huan turned around, his green robe fluttering slightly in the wind, and smiled calmly:
"You two are too kind."
As Innate Deities Primordial Wilderness, it is our duty to maintain heaven and earth and benefit all living beings.
"A few insignificant things can alleviate the suffering of Western beings; what is there to boast about?"
Qing Huan spoke humbly, showing no surprise at the arrival of Jieyin and Zhunti, but secretly observed the attitudes of these two Western Lords. Judging from their words and actions, they seemed to have no other intentions for the time being.