The Return

But at this moment

In the distance, a magnificent, pure, and profound radiance suddenly shot into the sky.

The radiance was earthy yellow, as if the entire land was turning upside down at once, as the eyes of an emperor, as if a celestial being stood alone in the world.

As soon as that radiance appeared, the entire Great Void seemed to be pressed down slightly by an invisible weight.

Cang Lan suddenly turned around, her amber pupils contracting sharply.

"Wu Earth)... the Master of Fate..."

Su Yao also saw that radiance.

He recognized that aura.

That is the Daozheng.

At that moment, Daozheng made his move.

The radiance of the Wu Earth surged toward this place at an unimaginable speed. Wherever it passed, the Great Void was stained with a thick layer of earthy yellow, and even the light of the crimson sun above Cang Lan's head seemed to be dimmed.

Cang Lan's expression finally changed.

He didn't have time to shoot that arrow at Su Yao again. Instead, he turned around and faced the radiant light of the Wu Earth. He straightened his back, not bowing his head, his heart burning with passion.

But just as that beam of Wu Earth Radiance was about to step into this Great Void...

Suddenly, darkness fell between heaven and earth.

A sea of blood surged forth from nothingness.

The sea of blood was boundless, like a vast ocean formed by the convergence of countless crimson rivers, stretching between Wu Earth Guanghua and Su Yao and Cang Lan.

The sea of blood surged, from which countless whispers, neither human nor non-human, emanated, as if millions of souls were reciting a long-lost eulogy.

Su Yao's expression changed drastically.

He recognized it as Blood Qi technique, one of the four Demonic Dao.

Cang Lan's expression also changed drastically.

Immediately afterwards, the radiance of the Wu Earth crashed into the sea of blood.

There was no explosion.

There was no roar.

There was only one extremely dull and oppressive collision sound, as if heaven and earth were squeezing together in chaos.

The Wu Earth, radiant and powerful, struggled to advance through the sea of blood, like a giant yellow dragon wrestling in a crimson ocean. With each advance, it stirred up towering waves of blood; with each inch, it seemed to defy the heavens.

But that sea of blood was too vast.

Too deep, too wide, too ancient.

The radiant energy of the Wu Earth advanced for a hundred miles before being swept away by the sea of blood and gradually came to a halt.

Then, the sea of blood suddenly closed.

The brilliance of the Wu Earth was swallowed up.

But a moment later, the radiance of the Wu Earth reappeared, intertwining with the sea of blood.

Cang Lan stared at the sea of blood and the radiance of the Wu Earth, his face deathly pale, and remained silent for a long time.

"It seems no one is coming to rescue you."

Cang Lan's voice rang out again, tinged with complex emotions.

He slowly turned around to face Su Yao again.

"Su Yao."

He sighed softly.

"Your path is too pure. This arrow is my way of cleansing you from the dust of the mortal world."

The bowstring was drawn taut, and the arrow was once again aimed at Su Yao.

Su Yao did not look at the arrow.

He simply gazed at the receding sea of blood in the distance, and the Wu Earth shimmering beneath it, his fingers slowly reaching into his robes, touching the slip of paper he had always kept close to his body.

"In your next life, may you never enter this mortal world again."

The bowstring vibrated.

Just as the arrow was about to leave the bowstring, Su Yao slowly and laboriously took out the yellowed slip of paper and held it high.

The strip of paper was extremely light and thin, as if it would crumble at the slightest touch.

But the moment it appeared, the entire Great Void seemed to freeze.

Cang Lan froze.

His fingers were still on the bowstring, but the arrow could never be released.

Because on that note, several lines of writing were slowly lighting up, the last few sentences being:

"This paper seals my one strike. Anyone below the True Lord who touches it will die instantly. Use with caution."

As the writing lit up, the paper spontaneously combusted without fire, turning into a fine cloud of yellow dust that drifted in front of Su Yao.

The light dust did not dissipate, but instead spread in all directions.

The next moment, an extremely vast, pure, and profound aura burst forth from the dust of light.

Wu Earth).

The radiance of the Wu Earth, intertwined with the sea of blood, originates from the same source.

This is the radiance of Wu Earth), carrying the power of Master of Fate, and also bringing Wu Earth Calamity).

The Earth element (Wu Earth) represents the position successively held by the Human Sovereign and the two Immortal Dao Heavenly Venerable Immortal Realm, and is also the Palace of Master of Fate.

Cang Lan's expression finally changed.

He recognized that energy, and even more so, he recognized that what was contained within that energy was the genuine "Wu Earth Calamity".

If this calamity were to befall a cultivator, then their fate would be sealed, and even immortals and gods could not save them.

"The Wu Earth Calamity... it's the Wu Earth Calamity..."

He murmured, his whole body trembling slightly.

The note sealed away a deadly predicament that could not be avoided.

Wu Earth) is the Master of Fate.

The calamity brought by the Master of Fate is the calamity brought by the Heavenly Dao.

"No... no, he can't die like this. For the sake of the people of Nanzhao, he can't die like this."

Cang Lan suddenly turned around, no longer caring about killing Su Yao, and unleashed all his Law Power, fleeing frantically into the distance.

But the yellow dust had already settled.

The radiance of the Wu Earth was like the earth itself being overturned; a thick, earthy-yellow divine light surged from all directions, crushing and annihilating the worldly aura surrounding Cang Lan inch by inch.

Cang Lan roared angrily, summoning back the crimson sun, which stood before him like a giant shield.

"Boom!"

The radiance of the Wu Earth collided with the Great Yang's halo, producing a deafening roar.

That Great Yang halo, Spirit Treasure- level weapon of destruction, was shattered like a clay sculpture before the Wu Earth Calamity, crumbling into countless crimson fragments.

"No!"

Cang Lan then took out the Ten Thousand People Sieve and the Geng Metal Longbow, and offered up all his Spirit Treasure and Spirit Artifact.

But it was all in vain.

The Wu Earth Calamity, Supreme True Person intervention, is far beyond what a few Spirit Treasure and Purple Mansion can withstand.

The thick, earthy yellow radiance engulfed the Cang Lan like a tidal wave.

His physical body began to disintegrate during the Wu Earth Calamity.

Unlike the demise of Immortal Dao cultivators, his disintegration occurred in an extremely strange manner.

First, the aura of Human Dao and mortal life around him surged like boiling water, and then, the phantom images of billions of people rushed out from his body.

Those phantoms, some weeping, some sighing, some whispering, some silent, scattered like a mighty torrent in the Great Void.

Every phantom image represents the people's wishes he carried throughout his life; every whisper represents his heartfelt cry as he tirelessly advocated for Human Dao.

With each of those illusory figures dissipating, Cang Lan's body became one step more transparent.

He looked down at his gradually dissipating body, then glanced at Su Yao and gave a very faint smile.

"Su Yao... your journey... is still long..."

Before the words had even faded, he vanished like dust.

That torrent of mortal dust surged through the Great Void for a long time before finally transforming into countless tiny specks of light, which brushed across Su Yao's face like a spring breeze and vanished without a trace.

It was as if this Great True Person of Human Dao had finally transformed into the mortal world itself, returning to the millions of people for whom he had fought his entire life.

Su Yao stared blankly at the spot where the Cang Lan had dissipated, remaining silent for a long time.

The Qingyang bleated softly and rested its head against his hand.

Su Yao looked down and found that the note had completely turned to ashes, leaving not even a trace.

He remained silent for a moment, then gently sprinkled the remaining ashes in his hand into the Great Void.

"Daozheng..."

He called out softly, but ultimately said nothing more.

In the distance, the sea of blood and the radiance of the Wu Earth were still colliding, something he couldn't participate in.

At this moment, he was seriously injured, the spiritual power of the Great Yin Feather Robe was greatly damaged, and the aftershocks of the mortal energy in his dantian were still lingering.

He needs to go into seclusion, and it will take him quite a while.

Su Yao slowly straightened up and looked in the direction of Golden Ao Mountain.

"Go back."

With a single stomp of its four hooves, the Qingyang transformed into a streak of blue light and disappeared into the depths of the Great Void.