Proof of the Pure Firmament Palace
A sword light, interwoven with cyan and gold, suddenly shone brightly within the hall, like the light of dawn piercing through the ancient Primordial Chaos. It carried both the sharp, piercing sword intent of "Return All Things to Origin"—seemingly capable of severing all evil ties—and the profound, imposing Ancient Emperor Power —like the weight of countless mountains stacked upon each other. These two forces intertwined and amplified each other, creating a subtle spatial distortion around the sword light: previously suspended dust particles were frozen in mid-air, even the finest grains clearly visible; the immortal energy flowing within the hall converged along the sword light's trajectory, transforming into a vortex of cyan and gold air; even the sunlight filtering through the damaged roof was refracted into a pillar of cyan and gold light, like a sacred sword bestowed by heaven and earth, slashing towards the back of the Great Emperor's illusory figure. This sword strike was swift and decisive, a breakthrough strike from Ren Xiaoyao, who, after enduring the pain of torn meridians and escaping the brink of death to comprehend the true meaning of "using force to transform force," had concentrated all his mind and strength.
Within his dantian, the spiritual energy, infused with the Emperor Power, surged like a rushing river, causing the dantian walls to heat slightly and faintly radiate a blue-gold halo. Within this halo, tiny stars seemed to slowly circulate, each flash accompanied by a surge of power. In his meridians, the warm, nourishing Emperor Power flowed gently along the expanded channels, permeating every inch of the meridians like spring rain nourishing the fields, repairing the minute cracks left by the previous attack of the Emperor Power —the meridians, originally as thin as silk threads, were now as resilient and translucent as if carved from millennia-old jade, their walls gleaming with a faint golden light, capable of holding far more than before. The power flowed smoothly, and even the speed of spiritual energy circulation was more than three times faster. Spiritual energy that used to take a breath to circulate once could now circulate throughout the body in half a breath. The sword intent of "Return All Things to Origin" was like an invisible thread, drawing in all the remaining High Antiquity immortal energy in the hall. It drew power from the cracks in the broken jade pillars, the corners of the mottled broken walls, and even the patterns on the white jade floor, turning it into the support behind the sword light. Even the stagnant air in the hall seemed to be swept up by this power, emitting a "whooshing" sound, as if playing a magnificent prelude to the final chapter of this sacred test that spanned thousands of years.
The illusory figure of the Great Emperor clearly hadn't anticipated that this cultivator, merely at the late Golden Core stage, could not only withstand his attack imbued with the Emperor Power containing his life's combat skills, but also break free from the constraints of "hard resistance," transforming the raging Emperor Power —which even High Antiquity cultivators struggled to tame—into his own. His Emperor Power suddenly became chaotic, and the sun, moon Star Patterns embroidered on his Mysterious Black Emperor Robe instantly dimmed: the sun patterns, embroidered with crimson-gold threads, lost their intense brilliance, as if obscured by thick dark clouds, leaving only scattered red light flickering between the patterns; the moon patterns, outlined with silver threads, lost their soft glow, like a dusty Ancient Jade mirror, no longer reflecting any clear light; even the golden light adorning the hem of the robe seemed to have lost its veins, no longer swaying with each breath, leaving only scattered points of light flickering between the patterns, like a candle flame about to be extinguished.
He hastily turned around, his fingertips conjuring three layers of Golden Barrier to block the attack—this barrier was a secret protective technique passed down only by the High Antiquity imperial clans, based on Emperor Power and formed by the will of an emperor. Each layer could withstand a full-force attack from Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivator; even an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator, swinging their sword with all their might, could only leave a shallow mark on the barrier. But the barrier had only been formed for half a breath before him when the azure-gold sword light was already upon him. A crisp "crack" resounded, like Glazed Ice falling to the ground in the dead of winter, clear yet causing dust to fall from the broken walls of the hall, and several more pieces of stone to peel off from the damaged Coiled Dragon Jade Pillars. The barrier began to shatter from the point of contact between the sword light and the barrier. The cracks spread at a visible speed, covering the entire barrier like a spider web, and instantly turned into a shower of golden dust. The golden dust landed on the pure white jade ground, still carrying the lingering warmth of the Emperor Power. A light touch with the fingertips could feel the heavy pressure, causing the surrounding air to sink slightly. The sword light, still undiminished, grazed his Emperor Robe and slashed a deep gash in the Emperor Power shield surrounding the phantom. The Emperor Power within the shield leaked out slowly along the crack like water from a leaky river. Even the phantom's originally solid form became more transparent, and the auspicious cloud patterns remaining on the broken jade pillar behind it could be vaguely seen.
The moment the protective shield shattered, the Great Emperor's illusory form trembled violently, flickering like a candle in the wind. His Emperor Power dissipated at a visible rate, and his Mysterious Black Emperor Robe gradually became transparent, with only the sun, moon Star Patterns on the robes retaining a faint glow, as if clinging to their last vestiges of dignity. The Golden Light Spots flowing within the illusory form continued to flow away like sand in an hourglass; each disappearing point signified the annihilation of a wisp of imperial soul power. He looked down at the deep sword wound on his chest, where the Emperor Power was still dissipating. He slowly raised his eyes to look at Ren Xiaoyao; the initial scrutiny and coldness in his eyes, which had been as imposing as a thousand mountains and rivers, gradually faded, replaced by a recognition that transcended millennia. With a sense of relief, his voice lost its previous sharpness and gained a touch of the vicissitudes of time. "Three thousand years... Since Xuan Ye was sealed in the Nether Abyss by us, the cultivators of the Three Realms, and I became a remnant soul guarding this place, hundreds, if not thousands, of cultivators have come to seek the Pure Firmament Jade Tablet. But they were either trapped in the illusion of the Holy Land, indulging in the delusion of their rapidly increasing cultivation, and ultimately becoming prisoners of the illusion; or they were afraid of my test, retreating before the battle even began, lacking even the courage to face the Emperor Power; or they failed to comprehend the true meaning of 'power is for protecting the world, not for fighting,' and could not uphold their original intention of protecting the world. They were all blinded by selfish desires, attempting to control the Three Realms with the Jade Wall, and ultimately became nourishment for the formation, trapped here forever. Today, finally, someone has succeeded."
As the words fell, the illusory figure of the Great Emperor offered no further resistance. The remaining Emperor Power around him vanished, transforming into a gentle, golden stream of light—without any sense of oppression, but rather carrying the warmth of spring Warm Sun, it drifted slowly through the air towards Ren Xiaoyao's brow. Ren Xiaoyao did not dodge; he could clearly feel the pure will contained within the light: no malice, no malevolence, only the ancient Great Emperor's unwavering commitment to protecting the Three Realms, and a solemn recognition of the "qualified successor." That warmth spread through the air, dispelling the lingering chill of battle from his body. Even his mind, disrupted by the fierce battle, became exceptionally clear, and the previously obscure questions about cultivation now seemed to have answers.
The instant the flowing light merged into his brow, a vast, Star Sea- like will surged into Ren Xiaoyao's consciousness like a tide. There was no violent impact, only a gentle transmission, as if the Great Emperor himself stood before him, clad in Mysterious Black Emperor Robe and wearing Twelve-Tassel Emperor Crown, the jade beads hanging from the tassels swaying gently, slowly recounting the High Antiquity past. Within his consciousness, magnificent scenes slowly unfolded:
During the High Antiquity great war, the Great Emperor, clad in Mysterious Black Emperor Robe and wielding Emperor Sword, led a million cultivators standing atop the clouds. Beneath his feet lay a landscape stained a dark purple by evil power—grass and trees withered to ashes, rivers foamed with black foam, and living beings corrupted by the evil power, reduced to puppets, uttering mournful howls. The golden light unleashed by the Emperor Sword collided with the Primordial Chaos evil power of Xuan Ye, shaking the heavens and earth and shattering the clouds. Amidst the intertwining of golden and black forces, countless cultivators charged forward, one after another. Even as their bodies were devoured by the evil power and turned to ashes, they did not retreat a single step, using their flesh and blood to build a barrier protecting the Three Realms.
On the day the Pure Firmament Palace was completed, the Great Emperor stood before the White Jade Platform and made a vow to the cultivators of the Three Realms: "The Pure Firmament Jade Tablet is a supreme treasure protecting the world. Only those who cherish all living beings and have a steadfast Dao Heart can obtain it. If any selfish person dares to trespass, they will suffer the backlash of the formation and be trapped here forever." At that time, auspicious clouds swirled outside the palace, Immortal Crane cried in unison, and Spirit Deer came carrying flowers, with all spirits paying homage. Inside the palace, the cultivators bowed in reverence, their eyes filled with awe and piety. The Glazed Ice on the roof reflected seven-colored light, displaying the supreme glory of the holy land.
Furthermore, it contained the Great Emperor's insights into the power of heaven and earth, and his essential summaries of combat techniques and mental cultivation methods: from the subtle tricks of avoiding vital points in the meridians when circulating spiritual energy, and how to conserve spiritual energy in fierce battles; to the profound truth of "using strength to control the situation, using the heart to uphold the righteous path, and those who protect the world should not be bound by strength, but value willpower," and how to uphold one's original aspirations in desperate situations. Every bit of willpower was like a beacon, illuminating the obscure bottlenecks in his past cultivation, allowing his understanding of "protecting the Dao" to advance from the initial shallow understanding of "protecting the disciples and master of Qingfeng Valley" to a profound realization of "bearing the responsibility for the peace and tranquility of billions of living beings in the Three Realms."
Deep within his consciousness, the sword intent of "Return All Things to Origin" and the Emperor's Will began to merge. The sword intent, originally imbued with the serene spirit of Qingfeng Valley, grew increasingly profound under the nourishment of the Emperor's Will, acquiring a majesty that commanded heaven and earth and subdued evil spirits. It was as if a single strike could calm hearts, dispel evil thoughts, and restore the minds of beings affected by evil forces. Meanwhile, the Emperor's Will, also imbued with the sword intent, shed the aloofness and majesty unique to High Antiquity emperors, gaining a gentle warmth that embraced all living beings and protected the weak. He was no longer the unreachable "Co-lord of the Three Realms," but rather a "Guardian of the Way" who cared for all things. Even his will gained a touch of Mortal Worldly Charm and concern for ordinary beings.
At the same time, Ren Xiaoyao could clearly feel his cultivation level rapidly increasing: the spiritual energy within his dantian, like seedlings nourished by spring rain, grew stronger under the nourishment of Emperor Power and immortal energy, breaking through the barrier between the Golden Core Golden Core Nascent Soul stages—a barrier that had once stuck countless cultivators for years, now easily breached like thin paper. His spiritual energy surged instantly, settling steadily at the Nascent Soul Early Stage. But the growth of power did not stop; the Nascent Soul slowly condensed within his dantian, initially only... The hazy, azure phantom, its outline indistinct, gradually became tinged with fine Golden Patterns as Emperor Power and immortal energy continued to pour in. The Golden Patterns intertwined with the azure of the phantom, emitting a faint, flowing light. Even more miraculously, the Purifying Power emanating from the Pure Firmament Jade Tablet surrounded the Nascent Soul, like a warm, gentle protective shield, causing the Nascent Soul to begin its transformation into a "Soul of Earth Immortal." The phantom's outline became increasingly clear, and one could even discern the same unwavering determination in its eyes as Ren Xiaoyao's, its breathing synchronized with the flow of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi.
The meridians were further widened and reinforced by the Emperor Power, and all the damage left by the previous impact of the Emperor Power was repaired. A faint golden membrane was also covered on the meridian walls. This golden membrane could resist the erosion of evil power and accelerate the flow of power. Even if it was subjected to violent power far exceeding its own strength, it would not be easily damaged. It could even actively absorb the Spiritual Qi and primordial energy from the outside world and convert it into its own use. There was no need to deliberately meditate and cultivate. It could nourish itself simply by breathing.
After an unknown amount of time, as the transmission of will within Ren Xiaoyao's sea of consciousness gradually subsided, the Nascent Soul within his dantian suddenly opened its eyes. Its pupils were a blend of azure and gold, shining like the sun and moon. A pressure far exceeding that of the Nascent Soul Realm abruptly spread out, instantly engulfing the entire Pure Firmament Palace. The High Antiquity array patterns on the White Jade Platform of the palace flickered violently, golden and azure light intertwining into a net, with fine Emperor Mark appearing between the patterns, resonating with the power of the Nascent Soul. The Pure Firmament Jade Tablet also emitted a dazzling azure light, within which gold was wrapped. The Emperor Power, like a pillar of light, shot straight to the top of the palace, illuminating the holes in the broken Glazed Ice. In the mountains and forests outside the palace, birds fluttered their wings and hovered in mid-air, not daring to land, while beasts stopped and bowed their heads, their bodies trembling slightly. All were intimidated by this pressure, yet felt no fear—for there was no malevolence in this pressure, only the majesty of the righteous path and the gentle warmth of protection, inspiring awe like the Heaven and Earth Laws. Even the grass and trees in the forest swayed gently in the direction of the pressure, as if paying homage to this newly ascended Earth Immortal.
Ren Xiaoyao felt his meridians flowing smoothly, and with every movement, he could mobilize the Spiritual Qi of heaven and earth. Without consciously activating his power, he could feel the Spiritual Qi flowing into his body with his breath, from his nasal cavity to his dantian, and then to his limbs and bones. Every inch of his skin was revitalized by the Spiritual Qi energy. The power in his dantian was no longer "spiritual power," but a more refined "Earth Immortal Power"—flowing with the weight of Emperor Power and the purity of Purifying Power. Even his blood seemed to be nourished, becoming warm and vibrant. With each heartbeat, it could cause the Spiritual Qi around his body to tremble slightly, forming a small Spiritual Energy Vortex.
He slowly opened his eyes, a flash of blue and gold light passing through them like a star falling onto a lake, creating ripples that spread and even caused the air in the hall to fluctuate before quickly returning to its clear state. Yet, his eyes held a newfound composure and calmness born of life-or-death experiences, imbued with the unique aura of the Earth Immortal Realm —as if he were one with the world around him. Wherever his gaze fell, he could sense the vitality of the plants, the flow of Spiritual Qi, and even hear the whispers of lingering immortal energy beneath the white jade floor. He had lost some of his former naiveté and impatience, replaced by a calm and collected demeanor, as if in complete control.
He raised his hand and grasped the hilt of the Carefree Sword behind him. The moment his fingertips touched the warm, smooth cloud patterns of Qingfeng Valley —patterns worn smooth as jade over the years—the sword trembled violently, emitting a clear, resonant "Sword Hum" like a dragon's roar, seemingly responding to the Earth Immortal Power within him and his transformed sword intent. Even the dust on the scabbard was shaken off, falling to the ground with a soft sound. He slowly drew the sword, and within the azure light on its blade, not only did the fine sun and moon patterns, identical to those on the Great Emperor 'Emperor Robe, appear, the sun patterns gleaming with crimson gold, the moon patterns shimmering with silvery white. The radiance was further entwined with the faint Power of Principle the Earth Immortal Laws— the Power of Principle, like invisible patterns, flowed slowly along the sword's body. As the sword light swirled, it even stirred the air within the hall into a small vortex, drawing in all the scattered wood chips and ashes. The vortex also carried Purifying Power as it rotated, completely dispelling the residual evil aura on the wood chips. The oppressive aura of the Emperor Power and the charm of the Earth Immortal intertwined in the sword light, yet it did not harm anyone, only displaying the might of the righteous path. Even the shattered jade fragments on the ground were gently lifted by this power, suspended in mid-air, lingering for a long time, as if witnessing the transformation of this sword.
Ren Xiaoyao sheathed his sword, the Sword Hum gradually subsiding, yet a faint azure-gold halo still lingered around the scabbard. He turned to look at the White Jade Platform in the center of the hall—the golden light on the platform was now much more intense, several times stronger than before, the golden light wrapped with azure Purifying Power, like a thick blanket of light spread across the platform. The High Antiquity array patterns, originally as fine as a spiderweb, slowly unfolded, layer upon layer like flowers blooming, each layer accompanied by a surge of Spiritual Qi, revealing a spot in the center of the platform perfectly sized to the Pure Firmament Jade Tablet. A perfectly fitting groove. Within the groove, a jade disc the size of a palm lay quietly. The disc was entirely white, like the finest mutton-fat jade, warm to the touch, without any of the coldness of jade. Inside, however, azure light and golden Emperor Power intertwined and flowed, circulating as if alive, the speed of the flowing light synchronized with Ren Xiaoyao's heartbeat. This was the Pure Firmament Jade Tablet Pure Firmament Palace. It was a key treasure protecting the Three Realms.
The Purifying Power surrounding the jade disc was now interacting with the Earth Immortal Power within his body, forming an invisible force line. This force line also carried the aura of Emperor Power. Even from several meters away, one could clearly feel that power flowing into his body along with the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, deeply merging with the Earth Immortal Power and Emperor Power, forming a cycle within his dantian. This made his newly broken-through realm even more stable, without the slightest sense of instability. He could even clearly sense that as long as he accumulated a little more power, he could advance towards the mid-stage of Earth Immortal.
Ren Xiaoyao stepped towards the White Jade Platform. With each step, faint cyan-gold array patterns appeared on the ground—the array patterns shared the same origin as the High Antiquity array patterns on the jade platform. The patterns were intricate yet orderly, disappearing in an instant, but leaving behind faint Spiritual Qi fluctuations in the air. Wherever the fluctuations passed, the tiny cracks on the ground slowly healed. Unlike his cautious probing when he first entered the hall, his aura now blended with the immortal energy of the Pure Firmament Palace and subtly resonated with the Heaven and Earth Laws. It was as if he had some invisible bond with this High Antiquity holy land that had been sleeping for thousands of years, and even with the entire world. Walking in the hall, he felt as free and at ease as if he were walking on the Jingxin Cliff of his own sect, without the slightest sense of unfamiliarity or distance.
Reaching the White Jade Platform, he gently grasped the Pure Firmament Jade Tablet. The instant the disc touched his hand, an even purer Purifying Power surged into his body through his fingertips, flowing like a sweet stream into a river. It intertwined with the Emperor Power and the Earth Immortal Power in his dantian. The three powers nourished and harmonized each other, forming a stable triangular structure: the Emperor Power as the bone, supporting the weight of his strength; the Earth Immortal Power as the meridian, connecting the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi; Purifying Power as the soul, dispelling the erosion of evil spirits. This power circulated throughout his body, making his aura increasingly perfect. His early Earth Immortal realm was completely stabilized, and a faint cyan-gold protective shield even appeared around him, adorned with sun and moon patterns that echoed the patterns on his Carefree Sword and Emperor Robe's Robe.
"Junior Ren Xiaoyao, today I have received the Great Emperor's inheritance, Earth Immortal Realm realm, and obtained the Pure Firmament Jade Tablet Disc. I will certainly not fail the Great Emperor's responsibility of protecting me for three thousand years. I will use the Jade Disc to purify the evil power of Xuan Ye, and rely on the Earth Immortal Power to protect the peace of the Three Realms. I will never allow the tragic scene of High Antiquity beings being slaughtered to repeat itself!" Ren Xiaoyao bowed deeply to the White Jade Platform, his back straight but his attitude respectful. He showed no arrogance despite his improved realm. His tone was solemn as if he were making a vow, and every word was resounding. It not only resounded throughout the entire Pure Firmament Palace, but also spread with the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi of heaven and earth, landing in the mountains and forests outside the palace—causing the grass and trees to sway gently, and the leaves to glow with a faint spiritual light; birds chirped in unison, their calls full of joy; even the streams in the forest quickened their flow, as if in response to his vow, and even the Spiritual Qi in the air became purer, without any impurities.
After bowing, he straightened up and turned to look at the palace gate—the sunlight outside was perfect, casting dappled shadows on the ground through the broken Glazed Ice of the roof. The light and shadow intertwined with the immortal energy inside the palace and the Earth Immortal Power surrounding him, creating an exceptionally warm atmosphere that dispelled the millennia-old chill of the sacred land, giving this slumbering High Antiquity palace a touch of human warmth for the first time. Ren Xiaoyao gripped the Pure Firmament Jade Tablet tightly in his hand, its warmth spreading throughout his body through his palm. The Carefree Sword on his back hummed faintly, as if anticipating the upcoming battle. The Emperor Power, Earth Immortal Power, and Purifying Power within his body surged ceaselessly, like three solid mountains, converging into a powerful force sufficient to resist evil spirits.
He knew that defeating the Great Emperor's illusory form, advancing to the Earth Immortal realm, and obtaining the Pure Firmament Jade Tablet were merely the first steps in protecting the Three Realms. Countless arduous challenges awaited him as he faced the soon-to-be-resurrected Evil God, Xuan Ye: perhaps beings deeply corrupted by evil power, beyond the reach of even Purifying Power, requiring him to expend his own strength to forcibly strip away their evil thoughts; perhaps the powerful and cunning Evil General under Xuan Ye's command, skilled in illusion and poison, who could easily plunge him into dire straits; perhaps the final life-or-death duel with Xuan Ye in the Nether Abyss, a battle that would gamble the survival of the Three Realms. But he was no longer the Qingfeng Valley cultivator who had traveled with his sword just three days prior, driven solely by passion—bearing the Emperor's Will, comprehending the true essence of sword intent, wielding the world-protecting treasure, and ascending to the Earth Immortal Realm, he now truly possessed the power and confidence to Protecting All Living Beings.
The moment he stepped out of the hall, the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi surged in like a tide, but it was gently guided by the Earth Immortal Power surrounding him, flowing along his meridians and into his dantian. Without any deliberate refinement, it became his own. Ren Xiaoyao looked up and saw the mountains and forests Pure Firmament Palace bathed in sunlight. The trees, which had been somewhat dark due to the lingering evil spirits, were now a vibrant green. The birdsong in the forest was crisp and melodious, and even the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves carried a clear Spiritual Qi. He moved with a swift movement, no longer needing to unleash his sword intent as before. Instead of forming a flowing light, it directly merged with the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, transforming into a cyan -Golden Phantom that traversed the mountains and forests. Wherever it passed, the withered trees tainted by the residual aura of evil spirits gradually regained their verdant green, and the black patterns on the bark faded away bit by bit; withered flowers and grasses bloomed again, and dewdrops carrying Purifying Power condensed on the petals; even the miasma hidden in the forest was dispelled by the Purifying Power emanating from its body, turning into wisps of black smoke and dissipating, leaving only the fresh fragrance of grass and trees.
The beasts he encountered along the way were no longer afraid; instead, they stopped and looked up, bowing their heads in the direction he had left. Flocks of birds followed behind him, their wings brushing against the azure-gold phantom, even picking up a bit of pure Spiritual Qi. Ren Xiaoyao could clearly sense that every wisp of Spiritual Qi in the world was responding to his call, and the vitality of every inch of land was resonating with his aura—this was the true essence of the Earth Immortal Realm, no longer merely living alongside heaven and earth, but coexisting with them, able to manipulate the power of heaven and earth with every gesture, protecting all living beings in the region.
Following the directions recorded in the ancient texts, he sped towards the Nether Abyss, his figure sweeping across rolling mountains and traversing rushing rivers. Along the way, he passed a village slightly affected by evil energy. The villagers' faces were ashen, their eyes filled with a faint sense of bewilderment. Ren Xiaoyao paused for a moment, then raised his hand and held up the Pure Firmament Jade Tablet Disc before him. Instantly, the jade disc emitted a soft blue light, which sprinkled like a gentle rain across every corner of the village. Enveloped in the blue light, the villagers' eyes gradually regained their clarity, their complexions became rosy, and the children broke free from their parents' arms, running joyfully around the blue light.
Seeing the village regain its vitality, Ren Xiaoyao's resolve grew stronger—this was the meaning of his protection, not for the sake of higher cultivation levels or the glory of treasures, but to ensure that these ordinary Psionic Energy live in peace and never again experience the horrors of the High Antiquity war. He retrieved the jade disc, nodded slightly to the villagers, then turned into a stream of azure-gold light and continued his journey toward the Nether Abyss.
At this moment, faint fluctuations of evil energy were already emanating from the direction of the Nether Abyss. These fluctuations carried an aura of Primordial Chaos and destruction, sending chills down one's spine even from a thousand miles away. Ren Xiaoyao knew that Xuan Ye's resurrection was imminent, and a great battle concerning the survival of the Three Realms was about to begin. But he felt no fear. The Earth Immortal Power surged within his dantian, the Emperor's Will remained steadfast in his sea of consciousness, the Pure Firmament Jade Tablet in his hand was warm and smooth, and the Carefree Sword on his back was poised to strike—he was ready to use his Earth Immortal body as a shield, the intent of the Emperor Sword as a blade, and the World-Protecting Jade Wall as light to face the Evil God and protect the Three Realms.
The azure-gold figure sped across the heavens and earth, gradually disappearing into the distant horizon, leaving behind only an aura containing original intention and power that echoed between heaven and earth, becoming a hidden hope in the hearts of countless living beings.