The instant Chu Yun finished speaking, boundless holy light completely swallowed the Ancient Sage, erasing him into nothingness.
When the blinding radiance faded, only three ownerless, motionless sacred relics remained in the distance, along with a damaged Immortal Pouch World and the Hundun Pearls refined from the destroyed Pill Continent and Harmony Continent.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh... Hundun Sea currents surged back in from the edges of the battlefield, swiftly filling the vast stretches of void blasted open during the battle.
Chu Yun's heart was incomparably calm. He knew that everything had come to an end.
He let out a long breath, and an unparalleled wave of exhaustion and weakness washed over him.
For how many years had he fought without rest, never daring to slacken in the slightest? So often, it had come down to fighting for a single thread. One misstep, and the whole game would be affected.
Fortunately, the outcome was satisfying. Through untold hardship, he had desperately carved out that sliver of survival.
"Next, I need a proper rest." After subduing all the sacred relics and merging Ancient Continent into Spirit Province, Chu Yun fell into slumber within the Yin-Yang Grand Harem.
That sleep lasted three thousand years.
When he awoke, he discovered that he had already reached the peak of the Saint realm.
This was the effect of the eight sacred relics nourishing him with holy aura day and night. He had also completely mastered the sacred scripts within them.
Yet the newly born Spirit Province was in poor condition. Ghosts and humans lived beneath the same sky, demon beasts ran rampant and preyed upon one another, while the human world itself was engulfed in chaotic warfare. Faith was in utter disarray. Hundreds and thousands of Emperor-level powerhouses carved up territories for themselves, becoming the source