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Having drifted down to the ground, I saw that the sky had completely healed. The gloomy, leaden sky gradually brightened, as though after a rain. My Daoist-robed wife supported me, her eyes filled with tenderness. My spirits were low, yet it was as if hope still burned within me. Unable to resist, I reached out and caressed her cheek.
"The great battle has only just ended. You should stabilize your cultivation as soon as possible. You're only one step away from the Spirit Transformation realm." My wife did not dodge, letting my hand gently glide across her cheek and all the way to the back of her neck.
My forehead met hers. Feeling the warmth of her body as a human being, I finally sensed the beauty of being alive.
It was already impossible to tell which part of Qian Kun Mountain this had once been. Traces of collapsed peaks lay everywhere, and the entire battlefield was a complete mess. It was impossible to say how long it would take to restore it to its former lush and verdant state.
Life was too awe-inspiring. My master's death had made me unwilling to recall it countless times, but how was I supposed to resolve the chaos that would follow?
"We have to resolve the final problem..." After a long while, I finally blurted out those words, then sank into thought. My master's death could not be changed, so I would help him clean up the final mess he had left for me.
The situation was fairly clear now. We only needed to find the old immortal's divine split left in this realm, then destroy the lower-realm connection source of the Purifying World Heavenly Tribulation. What remained unclear was that there was now no guardian deity in the heavens, and even