The Witch-Demon Age Comes to an End

After a nearly world-shattering battle, the Prehistoric World fell into a brief silence.

The Witch and Demon clans had both suffered grievous losses, completely forfeiting their claim to rule the world.

The Human Race had also suffered tremendous damage in the battle.

But with the Human Race's rapid rate of reproduction, it would eventually recover.

At that moment, boundless calamity energy and vicious resentment still lingered between heaven and earth. They did not immediately dissipate with the end of the battle.

They spread among the shattered mountains and rivers, corroding the already battered ley lines and spiritual energy, and giving rise to dark filth.

They continued to delay the Prehistoric World's recovery.

Near the former site of Buzhou Mountain, a figure in blue walked day after day across scorched earth and ruins.

It was Qing Li.

She still wore a blue robe, but her face had grown much thinner than before.

Her eyes, usually clear and smiling, now held an unwavering resolve and a sorrow that would not fade.

With a gentle wave of her hand, warm, life-giving divine light of creation fell like a fine rain.

Where the light touched, tiny shoots of green emerged from the charred earth, and the filthy baleful energy was slowly purified.

She did not walk quickly, and she purified the land with great care.

The task was long and tedious, and it consumed an enormous amount of energy.

Before long, tens of thousands of years had passed.

Her cultivation had even stagnated as a result, and a weary pallor would occasionally cross her once-jade-like cheeks.

But she never stopped.

At last, when the core baleful energy at the final major battlefield had been completely cleansed by her divine light of creation, it rose in wisps of smoke and vanished.

Above the Ninth Heaven,