With Dao Ancestor Hongjun's decree issued, although the Wu Yao races were unwilling, they could only temporarily cease hostilities.
Leading their defeated remnants, they each retreated to the Heavenly Court and the earth, licking their wounds and gathering strength for ten thousand years hence.
The battlefield, once deafening with clamor and filled with murderous intent, was now left with only deathly silence and devastation.
Shattered mountains and rivers, scorched earth, dried-up riverbeds, and the lingering stench of blood so thick it made one retch, along with resentment soaring into the heavens.
Countless warriors of the Wu Yao races, as well as the lingering souls of innocent beings caught in the conflict, had lost the support of their bodies and drifted blankly over this land polluted by Killing Intent and Calamity Power.
They let out soundless wails. Unable to be reborn, they could only sink deeper and deeper here, intensifying the deathly stillness and ill omen of this place.
Ming Xin hovered above the blood-red ruins, his gaze sweeping across the endless lingering souls and towering Killing Intent. A trace of pity flashed in his eyes, but even more than that, there was the calm practicality of putting everything to use.
"Dust returns to dust, earth returns to earth. Clinging to obsession only brings more suffering. Remnant spirits, come with me."
He raised a hand and pressed down through the air. His Past Self manifested beside him, Mortal World Reincarnation Dao Rhyme flowing around his body.
"Mortal World Sea of Suffering, cross tribulations and dispel resentment; Reincarnation Rebirth, reshape true spirits!"
As the Past Self chanted, a vast yet gentle suction force arose from his palm. It did not forcibly seize them, but was like opening a passage to peace.
The countless confused and suffering lingering souls below seemed drawn by