In the Nether Realm Netherworld, the moment the three great cauldrons hit the ground, countless ghosts simultaneously let out horrified cries. They sensed the terrifying power contained within the cauldrons—even though the auras of the three Eternal were suppressed, they were still like three volcanoes that could erupt at any moment, radiating a chilling sense of oppression.
Deep within the Netherworld, Great Virtue Eminent Monk looked up at the three giant cauldrons, clasped his hands together, and softly chanted a Buddhist prayer.
Amitabha Buddha...
He didn't say much. He had also sensed that although the three Eternal were suppressed, they had not been completely refined. Their power was too vast, too ancient, and too stubborn. Even the three Chaos Cauldrons, which bore the weight of the entire realm, would need an extremely long time to completely obliterate, digest, and transform them into nourishment for the Spirit Saint Domain.
But that's not a problem.
Because the act of suppression itself is a victory.
The Nether Realm Netherworld's Nether Qi surged slowly around the three cauldrons, like countless invisible hands caressing them, seeping the chaotic Daoist essence of the cauldrons into their bellies, relentlessly eroding the will and power of the three Eternal.
Above the Heavenly Court, the vast Void returned to tranquility.
The shattered sky slowly healed under the repair of the Heavenly Net, and the dissipated Netherworld Qi spread again, transforming into normal spiritual energy tides. The star fragments shattered by the aftershocks of the battle were re-coalesced under the magical power of the Heavenly Court Immortals, returning to their original orbits.
Heaven and earth are recovering, and order is being rebuilt.
At the highest point of the Heavenly Court, Logo stood with his hands behind his back.
He glanced down at his palm. The instant the three cauldrons fell, three faintly glowing Miracle Creation flew out of them and hovered in front of him, emitting a dim light.
The Eternal Blazing Sun.
The Twelve Star Miracle Creation, hailed as the ultimate blazing sun capable of Purification everything and burning away all things, now shone with an extremely dim light, like a candle flickering in the wind, its golden surface covered with countless tiny cracks, clearly having suffered severe damage during its suppression. It floated before Logo, trembling slightly, like a badly wounded bird, shivering in fear.
The Holy Grail of Origin.
Both being Miracle Creation, they contain the ultimate mystery of existence and nothingness, holding the delicate balance between order and chaos. At this moment, the Holy Grail's light is also dim, its color constantly shifting between existence and nothingness, as if even it itself is about to lose its "existence." Within the rim of the cup, the wisp of chaotic primordial power has become so weak as to be almost invisible, like a wick about to go out.
Tiger Soul God-Seizing Saber.
This Heavenly Emperor of Profound Arms regarded as his lifeblood and the foundation of his Dao attainment—a twelve-star Miracle Creation —was now dimmed. The cracks on the blade had become even more ferocious, almost piercing through the entire blade, as if it would shatter completely at the slightest touch. The phantom of the demonic tiger that had always lingered around the blade had also disappeared, leaving only a few faint tiger roars echoing gently deep within the blade.
Three Twelve Star Miracle Creation.
Three ultimate treasures that would drive any realm in the Chaos Sea mad.
At this moment, they all fell into Logo's hands.
He raised his hand and gently beckoned. The three creations swam into his sleeve like three docile little fish, and he casually put them into a small world he had created on his own. The movement was as casual as if he had just picked up three ordinary pebbles, completely disregarding the terrifying value that the three creations represented.
Having done all this, Logo raised his head.
His gaze pierced through layers of Heavenly Net, across the pervasive Chaos Sea, and beyond the Endless Void and the barriers of time and Space-Time, looking toward a direction so distant it was almost impossible to measure by distance.
Astral Realm.
There, an unparalleled empire stands tall in the depths of the starry sea, surrounded by billions of stars, with countless civilizations submitting to its rule and countless faiths operating under its sway. It is the common homeland of the Sun God, the God of Law, and himself; the place where the Eternal of the Astral Realm rise; and the gathering place of a super civilization that countless realms look up to but can never reach.
The Northern Spirit Empire, the Divine Realm, and all the large and small civilizations that depend on them are still operating there. They may not yet know that their own Eternal have been suppressed in a realm far beyond the Chaos Sea.
Logo's gaze pierced through all of that, landing in the deeper, more distant, and more indescribable part of the Astral Realm.
What's there?
There lies his ultimate goal, which he had planned for countless years, and the ultimate meaning behind his creation of the Heavenly Net, the Divine Immortal system, the establishment of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, and the breaking of the Eternity bottleneck.
Everything is ready, except for the east wind.
Logo's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint, meaningful smile.
"It'll be soon."
His voice was very low, so low that only he could hear it.
"It'll be soon."
In the Chaos Sea, the Spirit Saint Domain floats silently like a giant iron barrel, with the Heavenly Net, the Samsara reincarnation, the order of all things, and the return of all gods to their places.
In that deepest part, three great cauldrons sank into the Nether Realm, suppressing three Eternal who once roamed the myriad realms.
In the direction of the Astral Realm, a faint light is flickering at the edge of the Chaos Sea.
That was a sign that the east wind was coming.
The Spirit Saint Domain, above the Heavenly Court.
When the three cauldrons of chaos sank into the deepest part of the Nether Realm Netherworld, and when the three auras of the Eternal, which had once shone as brightly as the sun and made the entire realm suffocate, completely disappeared into the world, the entire Heavenly Court fell into a deathly silence that lasted for three breaths.
Three breaths later--
"We congratulate Your Majesty on suppressing the extraterrestrial demons and illuminating the world!"
In the vast Void, countless immortals and gods bowed down simultaneously, shouting in unison. The sound was like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing, like thunder from the heavens, like ten thousand rivers flowing into the sea, erupting from every palace of the Thirty-Three Heavens, converging into a deafening sound wave that spread wildly in all directions!
Before the Hall of Soaring Clouds, hundreds of Immortal Venerables knelt on the ground. Their foreheads pressed against the cold jade steps, their bodies trembling slightly with excitement. Some of the older Immortal Venerables even wept, their turbid tears rolling down the jade steps with a soft dripping sound. Many of them had survived the fierce battle of defense from years past. They had witnessed firsthand the terrifying power of the three Eternal descending together, the despair of the Heavenly Net being torn apart and the Heavenly Dao being shattered, and the tragic figure of Logo fighting three against one, never retreating.
That battle was extremely difficult.
The suffering was so intense that many immortals and gods, tossing and turning in the dark of night, would still be awakened by nightmares from those years. The suffering was so profound that they believed those days would last forever, Endless.
But now, it's all finally over.
The three Eternal and the three cauldrons of chaos are forever submerged in the Nether Realm.