The Great Battle Ends

The preaching by the warm spring lasted for hundreds of years.

Nuwa, from shallow to deep, spoke of stabilizing the True Immortal Dao fruit, the initial refinement of Golden Immortal laws, and even touched upon the profound mystery of Grand Unity Golden Immortals being unique in all worlds, projecting themselves across the heavens.

She spoke with passion, and Qing Xuan listened intently, though the thought of leveling up just by lying down often crossed his mind.

However, his reverence and understanding of the Great Dao itself quietly deepened through Nuwa's meticulous explanations.

[So Golden Immortals start choosing the main Heavenly Laws to comprehend. What should I pick? The Law of Sleep? The Law of the Salted Fish?]

[But Master knows so much. Is this the foundation of Innate Divine Beings?]

Nuwa heard these thoughts and couldn't help but feel amused.

She could only choose to ignore the nonsensical ones and focus on conveying the true essence of the Dao.

One day, Nuwa was explaining a crucial point.

Suddenly, her voice came to an abrupt halt.

Her delicate brows furrowed slightly, and she looked up at the sky.

Almost at the same time, all beings in the Primordial World, regardless of their cultivation level, inexplicably felt a sense of immense terror and oppression!

RUMBLE--!!!

It wasn't thunder, but a sound even more muffled and magnificent than thunder rolled in from the western horizon, as if the entire world was wailing and shaking!

The sky instantly turned dim and obscure, the sun and moon lost their light, and scarlet killing intent mixed with ink-black demonic energy surged into the sky, dyeing the western firmament a heart-palpitating dark red!

Even from an immeasurable distance, one could feel the world-destroying energy fluctuations and the murderous aura that made one's primordial spirit tremble!

Immediately afterward, the phantom images of the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans appeared in the heavens and earth, wailing. Their bodies were broken and shattered, collapsing inch by inch as they cried out in agony, symbolizing the formal exit of the Three Primordial Races, which had stood for countless eons in the Great Desolation, from the stage of history, their destiny declining to the extreme!

The Great Desolation trembled, and all beings prostrated themselves!

Nuwa stood up abruptly, her exquisite face etched with solemnity and shock.

"The West... such terrifying killing intent! And the Three Clans... they have actually declined simultaneously!"

She suddenly turned her head to look at Qing Xuan, who had also been startled awake.

His face was full of shock.

[Holy crap! Such a huge commotion? Has the final battle between Dao and Demon begun already? Is Luohu trying to do a self-detonation marketing stunt?]

[Judging by this momentum, the Spiritual Veins in the West are probably done for. Jieyin and Zhunti will have a lot to deal with later.]

[The Three Clans are completely finished too. What were you fighting so hard for? Hongjun benefited in the end.]

[After the Three Clans finish, the Witch and Demon races will fight next. Sigh, the Great Desolation is just an infinite loop dungeon.]

Qing Xuan's thoughts were like cold annotations, accurately interpreting the drastic changes happening in the world!

Every word was like a heavy hammer striking Nuwa's heart!

The final battle between Dao and Demon! Luohu's self-detonation! The shattering of the Western Spiritual Veins! The decline of the Three Clans! The Dao Ancestor's integration with the Dao! The rise of the Witch and Demon races!

All of this, astonishingly, matched the premonitions in this rebellious disciple's thoughts exactly!

If there had been a sliver of doubt or speculation before, then at this moment, the celestial phenomena, the aura of the Calamity, the decline of the races, and all these ironclad facts, completely solidified the truthfulness of Qing Xuan's thoughts, leaving no room for doubt!

Nuwa looked at Qing Xuan, her eyes filled with extreme complexity. There was shock, realization, and an indescribable sense of relief.

Relief that she was the first person to meet Qing Xuan.

"Master... what happened?"

Qing Xuan pretended to know nothing and asked cautiously.

The terrifying pressure in the heavens and earth made his True Immortal (fake) heart tremble.

Although the System had blocked most of the direct impacts, he could still feel the atmosphere.

Nuwa took a deep breath, suppressing her turbulent emotions, and slowly said.

"If nothing unexpected happened, it should be the final battle between Luohu and Hongjun in the West. And the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans, their destinies have run out, and they have exited the stage of the Great Desolation."

Her voice carried a barely perceptible tremor, a result of both the terrifying nature of the Calamity and the shock of the prophecy coming true.

[As expected! The Dao- Demon Conflict is over! Hongjun won! Next is to clean up the battlefield, collect treasures, and then prepare for the Grand Lecture in Zixiao Palace!]

[Master and Big Brother's VIP seats are secured! But Big Brother's path of misfortune is about to begin too.]

Nuwa: "..."

Her recently improved mood was instantly shattered by the last sentence.

She glared at Qing Xuan with annoyance. This rebellious disciple really knew how to hit where it hurt!

Just then, a stream of light flew rapidly and landed by the spring, revealing Fuxi's figure.

At this moment, Fuxi's face was devoid of its usual composure, replaced by shock and lingering fear. His face was even a little pale.

"Little sister! Did you see? The West, the Three Clans..."

Fuxi spoke urgently. Seeing that Nuwa and Qing Xuan were both there, he quickly said.

"The heavens and earth changed drastically, killing intent surged into the sky, and the Heavenly Secrets were completely chaotic! I just forcibly deduced, and only saw a sea of corpses and blood, monstrous demonic flames, and... the tragic scene of the Three Clans' destiny collapsing! It's really... it's really like..."

He spoke halfway, then suddenly looked at Qing Xuan, forcefully swallowing the words "as Martial Nephew said," but the shock and desire for confirmation in his eyes were not concealed at all.

Nuwa nodded slightly at him, everything understood without words.

Fuxi received confirmation and gasped, his gaze at Qing Xuan completely changed, filled with indescribable awe and... a hint of fervor?

This was a living prophet!

He suddenly grabbed Qing Xuan's shoulders and said excitedly, "Martial Nephew! You... you really are... alas!"

He seemed unsure how to express himself, finally letting out a long sigh and patting his shoulder firmly.

[Ouch! Brother-in-law, take it easy!]

[But seeing Brother-in-law's terrified look, he must have been shocked by the scene of the Calamity.]

[Poor Brother-in-law, there will be even scarier things later.]

Nuwa: "..."

Nuwa rubbed her temples helplessly.

"Brother, the Calamity has begun, and Heavenly Secrets are dim. It is not advisable to act rashly at this time. We should observe the situation as it unfolds."

"Little sister speaks wisely."

Fuxi took several deep breaths, trying to calm his mind, but when he looked at the still lingering bloody sky in the west, his eyes were still filled with apprehension.

"Luohu, Hongjun... their power far exceeds imagination. After this battle, the pattern of the Great Desolation will be completely overturned."

"Martial Nephew, regarding the Great Desolation afterward, do you have... hmm, any thoughts?"

Qing Xuan looked helpless.

"Martial Uncle, my cultivation is low, how can I presume to discuss major trends? I just feel that since the Three Clans have retreated, and the Great Desolation is so vast, perhaps new sentient races will be born according to destiny?"

[New races? Aren't they the Witch and Demon clans! One rules the sky, the other rules the earth, then they fight like dogs, and both end up ruined.]

[But the Demon Race should still be in the preparation stage, right? Di Jun and Tai Yi are probably recruiting people everywhere for funding (recruiting demons), and Brother-in-law, you are their main target for deception! Don't fall for it! That broken Heavenly Court is a trap!]

Nuwa's heart pounded upon hearing this!

Witch! Demon! Rules the sky and earth! Fight like dogs!

Di Jun and Tai Yi recruiting people!

The Heavenly Court is a trap!

The information was immense and incredibly deadly!

Nuwa felt cold sweat break out on her back.

Di Jun and Tai Yi had indeed sent someone to Fuxi with a jade slip a few days ago, earnestly inviting him to "create a great cause together," promising him the position of Demon Emperor!

She saw that Fuxi had been somewhat tempted, after all, in Fuxi's deductions, those two indeed possessed the aura of emperors, and their endeavor seemed promising.

But now...

"That broken Heavenly Court is a trap!"

She couldn't let Fuxi jump into it.

If anyone else had said this, Nuwa would have scoffed.

But coming from this disciple who could predict the future, she couldn't help but believe it!

Especially after the shock of witnessing a prophecy come true!

Nuwa's expression became solemn, and she used a secret technique to convey Qing Xuan's recent thoughts to Fuxi.

After hearing this, Fuxi's expression changed several times, and he finally bowed solemnly to Qing Xuan.

Qing Xuan's unintentional words might have saved him countless years of hard cultivation and even his life!

Qing Xuan was startled and quickly dodged.

"Martial Uncle, you are humbling yourself too much! I didn't say anything!"

[What's going on? I just made a casual guess, why is Brother-in-law suddenly performing such a grand bow?]

[Did he imagine something incredible? Is Brother-in-law's thinking always this jumpy?]

Nuwa: "..."

Well, here we go again.

After this earth-shattering event, Fuxi had no intention of staying any longer. He needed to immediately return to re-examine his relationship with the two from the Sun Star and consider his future path.

He cast another grateful look at Qing Xuan and then left in a hurry.

Only Nuwa and Qing Xuan were left by the spring again.

The anomalies in the world gradually subsided, but the killing intent and desolate aura left by the Calamity lingered.

Nuwa looked towards the west, silent for a long time, and said softly.

"Under the Calamity, all are ants. Even the strong like the Three Clans, or the Demon Ancestor and Dao Ancestor, cannot transcend it."

Her tone carried a hint of confusion and reverence for the Great Dao.

Qing Xuan looked at his Master's slightly frail yet heaven-ordained back, a rare moment where he didn't feel like complaining.

[Yeah, the Great Desolation is too dangerous. Without strength, even being a Salted Fish isn't stable.]

[Even if Master becomes a Sage later, he still can't avoid schemes.]

[Forget it, don't think so much, seizing the time to lie flat and level up is the true way. At least when trouble comes, I must protect Nuwa Master.]

Hearing these inner thoughts, Nuwa paused slightly and looked back at Qing Xuan. She saw him gazing into the distance, his eyes unusually serious.

This rebellious disciple... doesn't seem to be entirely a Salted Fish after all. He has his own plans.

A subtle warm current flowed through her heart.

The coldness and cruelty of the Calamity seemed to be dispelled a little by this bit of concern.

"The Calamity has passed, the heavens and earth are reshaped, and it is also a new opportunity."

Nuwa's voice returned to its usual calmness, but with more gentleness and tenderness.

"Cultivate diligently, do not slack. Only by becoming strong yourself can you establish a foothold in this Great Desolation."

"Yes, Master!"

Qing Xuan nodded vigorously.

[Understood! For better lying flat, I must have real strength!]

Nuwa: "..."

The sliver of comfort she had just felt vanished instantly.

She shook her head helplessly, watching her disciple lie back down on the bluestone and begin to "cultivate diligently." The corners of her lips couldn't help but curve into a very faint, shallow arc.

In this vast Great Desolation, with him by her side, it seemed it wouldn't be too boring.

The haze of the Calamity gradually dispersed, and the Fengqi Mountain dojo returned to its usual peace and harmony. However, the relationship between the master and disciple, validated by this immense change in the world, had unknowingly drawn much closer.