Purple Heavens Palace
Qian Kun, once again transformed into Hong Jun, sat alone to the north. The Saints sat facing him, some composing themselves, some regulating their breathing, but not one of them spoke.
In the end, Qian Kun was the first to speak.
"The war between the Wu Clan, Demon Race, and North Sea Giant Demon has caused Calamity Qi to spread throughout Hong Huang..."
But before he could finish, boundless spiritual energy erupted from the cycle of reincarnation like a gushing well.
"This is... the awakening of Earthly Dao consciousness, nourishing Hong Huang in return!"
The startled cry was like a hard slap across Qian Kun's face.
One moment, he had said Calamity Qi was everywhere; the next, spiritual energy emerged to neutralize it.
Zhunti had waited for a long time, only to realize that no one was agreeing with him. He then noticed something was wrong with the atmosphere and turned to look at Qian Kun. Well, well~
His face was as black as the bottom of a pot.
The wildly surging spiritual energy did not care whether his face was dark or not.
Before long, all of Hong Huang was covered by spiritual energy.
For a time, Hong Huang's spiritual energy became so dense it nearly seemed ready to drip. Every breath taken by living beings carried almost tangible spiritual energy.
Some chronic ailments and lingering injuries cultivators had accumulated during their cultivation also vanished beneath the nourishment of the spiritual energy.
Whenever spiritual energy encountered the pervasive Calamity Qi, the two were like acid and alkali neutralizing each other, dissipating into nothingness.
Everyone turned to look at Qian Kun, their expressions unreadable.
Qian Kun: "..."
"Although the problem of Calamity Qi has been alleviated, the Karma caused by the three races has yet to dissipate..."