An ancient Divine Dao golden thread connecting Heaven and Earth slowly descended, Heaven no longer above, Earth no longer below.

The latter showed its decline, able only to descend further and further. But every short distance, the border between Heaven and Earth would erupt in an unparalleled display of brilliant sparks, layers of Divine Dao ripples spreading violently, like waves of the Great Dao washing over the clear sky, stirring the invisible River of Time. Those countless golden lights, nearly infinite in number, were the rapid dispersion of infinitely pure divinity, like golden snowflakes falling, each flake adorned with a multi-colored halo.

Between Heaven and Earth, it was like a bellows.

If the previous scattering of the paths of the three Sages resulted in a continuous downpour across several worlds, putting them “in the rain,” then at this moment, the five worlds were “in the snow.”

But there was still a new Divine Dao connecting Heaven and Earth, where Heaven actively welcomed Earth, moving with an unstoppable momentum towards the new Heavenly Court, which for now was presided over by only one supreme deity.

Compared to the former’s tug-of-war, which had several ups and downs, the latter seemed unimpeded, a straight line, as if a single sword had opened the sky.

Only the new and old Fourteen Realms and those peak cultivators who had ascended to Dao realization could vaguely discern a hint of what was happening.

But no one dared to say for sure that they understood the reasons for the “past” and the outcome of the “future.”

Yu Xuan sat in the outer stellar river, his Dao body significantly dimmed. The old Celestial Master’s fingers were constantly calculating, sparks flying from his fingertips, and green smoke curling up. Yu Xuan insisted on calculating a definitive result, to the point where the sleeves of his Daoist robe caught fire. The old Celestial Master had to vigorously shake his sleeves, muttering, “Cannot calculate, cannot calculate.”

Yu Xuan glanced towards the Celestial Master’s Residence at Dragon Tiger Mountain. The ten-tailed celestial fox was curled up, like a soft ball of snow, protecting the “young Daoist” who had simultaneously lost both his Celestial Master Sword and his seal.

While the old Celestial Master wrung his hands in distress, he felt a little relieved. Thankfully, there was no tragic scene of immediate body dissolution. Yu Xuan, disregarding his own condition, used all his strength to draw a talisman. He joined his fingers and gently traced a line, sending the talisman towards Dragon Tiger Mountain, trying his best to help the Celestial Master’s Residence contain the mountain’s destiny so it wouldn’t rapidly leak out, resulting in a desolate situation of utter collapse.

As for the Fallen Leaf Mountain, the cost was particularly great, the losses particularly heavy. Yu Xuan was temporarily powerless to help them. Since the first Daoist of the human world had returned and was stationed at the mountain gate, he could only hope, hope that today nothing would go wrong.

Regarding the two golden threads that previously connected Heaven and Earth, Heaven and Earth, each side wanted to break through with irresistible force. However, they were generally evenly matched, so they each displayed their unique abilities, with hidden moves and helpers in the human world. Heaven wanted to quickly take root and flourish. Since things had come to this point, they had been calculated by Chen Ping An and forced into a confrontation in a narrow alley. They had to stab him fiercely, exchanging death for severe injury, and thereby win a sliver of opportunity for the three Sages to completely stabilize the human world.

Then Zhou Mi simply took a gamble, killing the “stubborn youth holding a knife in the alley” to open up a path between the new Heavenly Court and the old human world, recreating the Ascension Platform. From then on, the three Sages could no longer interfere. The blockage of the shrine of the united Daoists would be in vain. Furthermore, as long as this matter was accomplished and they successfully “passed through the alley,” they could in turn deal with the three Sages who had scattered their paths, and that shrine. Would the future resources of the new human Dao be greater than these four?

Earth, on the other hand, wanted to hinder Heaven more, the more the better, to further wear down Heaven’s divinity. The human world’s land, mountains, rivers, and living beings, regardless of whether they were ghosts or Yin spirits, regardless of human nature’s good or evil, could bear more or less of the “gifts” of their divinity. Their bearing was a victory over Zhou Mi, the lord of the new Heavenly Court, and the divine Chen Ping An. There is a common saying among street rogues, who like to shout, “I’m willing to risk my life, and I dare to pull the emperor off his horse.” Was this perhaps the original intention of “Chen Ping An”?

Was this a loss, or a win?

Countless young children in the human world raised their heads, looking at the beautiful scenery in the sky. It’s the New Year! How big must these firecrackers be?

Jiang Zhaomo, who had lost his martial arts and whose Dao body was severely injured, returned to the Purple Qi Building. He glanced at Yu Dou, who was stationed in the Three Pure Ones Pavilion, as if saying that their personal feud, in the end, could not be avenged.

Yu Dou smiled. This fellow, a hero in both his previous and current lives. That he would do something like this today surprised even the Five Cities and Twelve Towers of the White Jade Capital, but Yu Dou was not surprised at all.

Previously, when Chen Ping An came here, it seemed as though he was using malicious words to sow discord between Jiang Zhaomo and Yu Dou, and between the Purple Qi Building and the White Jade Capital. In reality, he hit the nail on the head.

Jiang Zhaomo landed on the Purple Qi Building, leaning against the railing. He raised an arm, signaling all the Jiang family Dao officials of the Purple Qi Building not to bother him here, to avoid pleasantries and polite talk.

Jiang Zhaomo said with his heart-voice, “Yu Dou, if, if there is another chance to face a sword, you must not help me find a chance for a new life again. If you don’t agree, I will join forces with the sword questioner and lead the entire Purple Qi Building to rebel against the White Jade Capital.”

Yu Dou nodded and said, “Alright.”

Jiang Zhaomo of the Purple Qi Building was somewhat similar to the girl in the sable hat by Chen Shanzhu’s side, or Xiao Xun in the Savage Desolation. It seemed no one knew what they would do next.

Earlier, Ning Yao left the top of the Spirit Gathering Peak’s Divine Dao steps and ascended with her sword, her movements gentle. She embraced the girl in the sable hat who had gone through “two consecutive scatterings of her Dao.”

The girl, who had fallen to the Jade Purity realm, covered her face with her sable hat. Perhaps Bai Jing felt she was too useless, or perhaps Xie Gou dared not look at the situation of Xiao Mo’s later补缺 (filling the void).

Drifting back to Fallen Leaf Mountain, Xie Gou had already composed herself and stood by the side of the Mountain Master’s wife. She slowly moved the sable hat upwards, only daring to reveal a sliver of her eyes, cautiously looking at the sky.

Ning Yao said softly, “You are now in the Jade Purity realm. Even if you open your eyes wide, you won’t be able to see clearly.”

Upon hearing this, Xie Gou immediately became angry. She put her sable hat back on properly, pulled it hard, shook her head, and then put her hands on her hips. “Ning Yao, how can you be so good at comforting people? The Mountain Master is really dense to have found such an untender wife as you.”

Ning Yao reached out and rubbed the increasingly crooked sable hat on her head, smiling. “I am indeed not very understanding, but when it comes to who in the world trusts him the most, you can’t compare to me.”

Afterwards, several Haoran ‘Rain Before, Rain After’ Fourteen Realms cultivators made their moves. Xiao Mo’s destined flying sword “Lotus Thread” shattered, and Celestial Master Zhao Tianlai took him away from the “gap” and went to Dragon Tiger Mountain in the Central Earth Divine Continent.

Xie Gou breathed a sigh of relief and scratched her face. Ning Yao said, “At first, I was worried that you deliberately ascended to Heaven first, luring Mr. Xiao Mo to fill the void, and then you would offer your sword and run away after succeeding.”

Xie Gou grinned and admitted, “Before ascending to Heaven, I did have this thought. But in the end, I gave up. As for why, I don’t understand.”

After a moment of silence, Xie Gou struck her palm with her fist and said, “Last time, when I traveled through the mountains and rivers of the Tongye Continent with the Mountain Master, stopping and going, the Mountain Master said many profound truths inspired by the scenery. Two of them, thinking back now, were clearly meant for me.”

Ning Yao asked curiously, “What truths?”

“One is what the Buddhists say: the sounds of language within are all like drumbeats. Emptiness is not empty, and not empty is also empty. Everyone is a person, but some have achieved enlightenment through hearing, while others pretend to be deaf and dumb.”

Xie Gou said, “The other is that when observing others at the foot of the mountain, it is appropriate to judge by their actions and not their intentions. When cultivating the Dao on the mountain, one should judge by both intentions and actions. The Dao of Heaven is naturally the Dao of oneself. To know who one truly is, it is only in the instant after a thousand hesitations.”

Ning Yao nodded and said, “It was meant for Bai Jing to hear, hoping that another Xie Gou would emerge in the human world. It was also Chen Ping An speaking to himself.”

Xie Gou frowned and remained silent, hesitating to speak. She glanced at Ning Yao, and in the end, said nothing. After all, she was a hardworking second in command and worried that the Mountain Master’s wife’s Dao heart would have problems.

Ning Yao, however, smiled understandingly. She raised her hand and drew a line in the air. Roughly, it looked like a straight line, but on closer inspection, it was a curve. She explained, “It is him, and it is also Bai Jing or Xie Gou.”

Xie Gou understood, “I see. That makes a lot of sense.”

Ning Yao smiled and asked, “Do you really understand, or are you pretending?”

Xie Gou rolled her eyes and said, “Ning Yao, I’m not sitting at the same table as Gan Yiban and the others. We are both equally intelligent geniuses. Who are you looking down on?”

The girl in the sable hat hooked her fingers. Above and below the line that resembled human hydrology, some golden “flowers” and “seeds” appeared, either “leaping out of the water” or “sinking into the bottom.” Between these seeds and flowers, another golden thread was connected and entangled around the curve.

Ning Yao nodded and said, “You truly understand.”

Xie Gou put her hands on her hips and laughed heartily, “Xiao Mo would be confused.”

Ning Yao asked, “Then why do you still like Mr. Xiao Mo so much?”

Xie Gou chuckled and said, “This body originally knew no sorrow, but fears the unexpected touch of gentleness.”

The girl in the sable hat wiped her mouth, sighing. Well, the title of Dao companion was definitely hers. It would be best to enter the bridal chamber tonight. Why bother with those complicated formalities? Just take a red headscarf, replace the sable hat, tie that Xiao Mo up, throw him onto the bed, and she would lift the red veil, *hehehe*…

But deep down, her previous desire to compete with the Mountain Master and the Mountain Master’s wife for the title of the “first pair of Dao companions in the human world” was indeed difficult to achieve now.

Ning Yao smiled and said, “Little Millet hinted at this. Are you plagiarizing?”

Xie Gou sighed, “Mr. Zhu said that scholars don’t plagiarize, they borrow. ‘Reject the false and embrace the refined, learning from many masters makes me my own master.'”

Xie Gou asked with her heart-voice, “What should we do next?”

Ning Yao said, “Offer the sword.”

Xie Gou was startled. She raised a hand to cover her mouth and lowered her voice, “I still can’t beat the one at the mountain gate.”

Before them, that subtle hydrological line, seemingly straight but actually winding, was “Chen Ping An,” or “Xie Gou.” The nature of man and god, the path of the Great Dao, was just like this. In fact, they could not be distinguished as two. No matter who was in charge, they would ultimately say similar things and do similar things. But occasionally, some thoughts and actions, where seeds and flowers were both cause and effect, “they” were expressed as words and deeds that the outside world did not understand, just as the sages who understood the human heart said that those who lived in solitude were either gods or beasts.

Cui Chan reversed the order of importance, but did not completely separate them into master and guest. Before the world was turned upside down and the Cave of Creation appeared, the “human master” traveled the human world. The incident at Shujian Lake led Chen Ping An from his self-righteous “blamelessness” and “hope” to infinite disappointment and despair far beyond his capacity to bear. What shattered back then was not just a single golden literary spirit, but the divinity that had grown increasingly strong the more Chen Ping An came into contact with Heaven and Earth after leaving his hometown in the Pearl Bead Cave. Along with his human heart, it completely shattered, creating a massive void, which was the “Heart Lake,” destined to be impossible for Chen Ping An to fill personally in this lifetime.

Mistakes and regrets were destined to be permanent existences. You merely endured the hardships, but the incomplete human heart would follow you like a shadow throughout this life.

The most ruthless aspect of Cui Chan was in his confidential letter, which was akin to a will. He deliberately told Chen Ping An that the fates of those who died unjustly in Shujian Lake were all good.

Ostensibly, this was to put Chen Ping An’s mind at ease, because looking only at the results, if Shujian Lake had not encountered an accountant, the world would have continued in turmoil and human hearts would have remained treacherous for a long time.

In reality, it was to ensure that Chen Ping An had no opportunity to personally correct his mistakes or make amends in the matter.

In short, he would never give Chen Ping An the opportunity to feel “benevolent and righteous, with a clear conscience.”

Even if you succeeded as the new Imperial Preceptor of Dali, holding real power, what could you do with a small place like Shujian Lake, like a mere bullet? Would the people who died unjustly back then not be dead? Taking a step back, even if your magic was heaven-reaching, and you entered the Fourteenth or even Fifteenth Realm, easily reversing the flow of Heaven and Earth’s time, as long as you were unwilling to deceive yourself in order to deceive Heaven, you would have to obediently bear this guilt, especially if you truly entered the Fifteenth Realm in the future. How could Chen Ping An deceive himself…

Emerging from the Cave of Creation, crossing the sea and landing, he was like a “divine master” drifting on the road like a blade of grass.

After that, “Chen Ping An” was incredibly meticulous in his thoughts and deeply scheming. He did not hesitate to scatter all the merits accumulated by his senior brothers to mend the earth’s defects. Upon succeeding as the Imperial Preceptor, he immediately made four preparations… He was successfully dissuaded by Song Yushao, allowing Yang Zhi to survive and not killing him… After a peak discussion of the Dao, Yu Xuan had to admire him and sincerely call him Fellow Daoist Chen. In that Lotus Root blessed land, he was even more like Heaven than Heaven itself, meticulously arranging the world in a series of interconnected steps… He wanted to assist a certain emperor of Dali in contending for the “Master of the Human Dao” of the entire human world, not just Haoran.

This was the power of divinity “taking the lead.” Occasionally, there were exceptions, which were the human nature that leaped out of the control of divinity. Within the mind-form world, layer upon layer of barriers held captive a “faceless” human nature. And the “face” of human nature was in the Lingjingguan, the last piece crafted by Cui Chan using the remaining fragments of his destined porcelain, “Chen Cong.” The two, divine and human, were confused into one Chen Ping An, who was the true, complete one, walking together in the complex human world.

The great formation used to imprison human nature Chen Ping An was itself a path connecting to the human heart of the future Daoist Chen Ping An in the Lingjingguan. Cui Chan took advantage of the time when the three Sages scattered their paths to secretly enter the Azure Netherworld and carve out a slender “riverbed.” Afterwards, the human heart flowed like water, slowly and continuously, a steady stream. During this time, when “Young Chen Cong” was semi-asleep on the shared bunk in the Daoist temple, didn’t he speak sometimes?

But no matter how ruthless Cui Chan was, he was still the first disciple of the Wen Sheng lineage, Chen Ping An’s senior brother. Taking advantage of this gap, he gave Chen Ping An a carefree “childhood” and “youth.”

The scenery seen by young Chen Cong was as if flowers were blooming all over the riverbed, which was probably similar in spirit to Chen Ping An’s plan to create a “Hundred Flower Waterway” in the Tongye Continent.

There are countless kinds of scenery in the human world, which can be summarized in two words: “beautiful.”

The imperfection that the world did not give you, the senior brother reluctantly made up for.

Earlier on the high platform, the Daoist Shi Zhouren’s remark about Chen Ping An’s childhood and youth, which he used to mock, pity, or ridicule him, was only due to his weak Dao power and terrible calculation skills. The Daoist did not know what Cui Chan had done. Perhaps this was why Zheng Juzhong went to the high platform but was too lazy to say a word to the Daoist; there was simply no point in talking.

The great demon Chusheng, who created the Savage Desolation’s “Hall of Heroes,” ultimately died and his Dao disappeared within this Hall of Heroes.

Neither Xiao Xun nor Zheng Juzhong were sentimental. They had no reservations about joining forces. Xiao Xun was not afraid of Zheng Juzhong reaping the benefits while they fought, just as the Dali Dizhi lineage, when they saw Wuzhou, were not afraid of being instantly killed. Xiao Xun knew in her heart that while Zheng Juzhong’s actions were unfathomable, he was not the kind of person who achieved his goals through unscrupulous and base methods. Since they had agreed to establish a religion and become patriarchs together in the Savage Desolation, even if it was just a verbal agreement, Xiao Xun trusted him.

Chusheng used all his means, but the timing, location, and people were not on his side. Xiao Xun, who had refined the entire Hall of Heroes, was especially ruthless. Not only did she not worry about Zheng Juzhong chewing and refining the Dao of both their struggles, she even brought out a destined flying sword whose divine abilities were known to very few people until now.

Coupled with Zheng Juzhong’s “adding fuel to the fire,” the great demon Chusheng was punched by Xiao Xun and indented into the stone wall, losing his shattered walking stick. With a shrug of his shoulder, he conjured up a “seat of transformation” like a stone cave and dwelling.

This ancient great demon looked at Xiao Xun, who was suspended outside. One of her sheep braids was also broken, and her slightly childish face was covered in blood. She raised her hand and tore off some skin.

Chusheng sat cross-legged in the stone cave, gently shaking his sleeves. With a complex expression, he asked, “If Haoran occupies the Savage Desolation, and a world has both the name and the reality, how will you conduct yourself?”

Xiao Xun wiped her face, revealing numerous white bones. She shook her wrist, splashing blood. “The old beast can rest assured and die completely. I and the Haoran cultivators will have an irreconcilable hatred for the rest of our lives.”

Chusheng nodded, his gaze shifting. “I am very curious, Mr. Zheng, what is it that you ultimately seek in your cultivation in this life?”

In fact, the moment Zheng Juzhong followed Xiao Xun into this Hall of Heroes, Chusheng already knew his own fate.

Zheng Juzhong appeared beside Xiao Xun and said, “The Great Dao is vast, and the human world has diverging streams. Even if I told you, you might not be able to understand.”

Xiao Xun was eager to try, intending to chew on Chusheng’s Dao body and then slowly gather and refine its Dao intent. Her path in the Fourteenth Realm, which did not pursue pure sword cultivation, would have considerably enhanced combat power.

Her only fear was that the great demon Chusheng would be ruthless and use a method that would cause his Golden Core, Nascent Soul, and soul to explode together. In that case, the fight would indeed be exhilarating, but the cost would be extremely high.

Chusheng smiled and said, “No need to rush. You can chew thoroughly later.”

Xiao Xun reached out and patted her sheep braids, appearing somewhat surprised.

Zheng Juzhong once again dispersed a sudden burst of sword light that appeared within his mind-form world.

Mist Shadow tried to speak in a calm tone, saying, “Surname Zheng, that’s enough. Be careful Liu Xianyang just severs the Bridge of Longevity like this, infuriating Chen Ping An, and directly sends down a Heavenly Tribulation on you.”

After a moment of silence, Chusheng clasped his hands over his abdomen, his Dao aura gradually becoming peaceful. He asked, “Mr. Zheng, do you think my lifetime of scheming and calculating is laughable?”

Zheng Juzhong said, “Before the battle of ascension, the demon Chusheng was a hero. Before the connection between Heaven and Earth, the Savage Desolation’s Chusheng was a枭雄 (tyrant/overlord). In short, the great demon Chusheng is a hero of the demon race.”

Chusheng’s eyes suddenly brightened. “Mr. Zheng, am I, Chusheng, truly worthy of this evaluation?!”

Zheng Juzhong nodded and said, “You are worthy, you deserve it.”

Chusheng burst into laughter, saying “good” several times, also like a final burst of clarity. “Zheng Juzhong, Xiao Xun, two fellow Daoists, the demon race in the human world, the Savage Desolation. From now on, I will trouble you both to take good care of them, it’s hard work.”

Chusheng cupped his hands and said, “I thank you both in advance. I have no regrets for having met the two fellow Daoists. I, the Daoist Chusheng, have no regrets.”

Zheng Juzhong bowed, “A pleasure to meet you.”

Zheng Juzhong kicked Xiao Xun, who reluctantly, cupped her hands, making a promise. “Fellow Daoist Chusheng, don’t talk about taking care or being troubled. I, Xiao Xun, won’t make any guarantees, but when it comes to making the Haoran cultivators suffer, that is certainly my duty.”

Chusheng smiled knowingly and said, “Fellow Daoist Xiao Xun, you are a very rare Dao learner. So I will only speak my heart to you. Good and evil don’t matter, it is up to people to interpret. But the path of learning the Dao is vast and unpredictable. One must always find one or two anchor points so that our Dao heart does not drift like duckweed in the wilderness. Let us encourage each other.”

Xiao Xun was stunned for a moment, and then said sincerely, “Fellow Daoist Chusheng, I will not chew on your true body.”

The great demon Chusheng closed his eyes, and his resonant laughter echoed in the stone cave for a long time. “Chew! Why not chew? This body is merely returning to the human world. I am like this, and so are we…”

The first two golden threads that connected Heaven and Earth, Heaven descended to the human world, and the golden thread of Earth, in the end, was in vain and completely dissipated.

Zhou Mi ultimately retained nearly thirty percent of his pure divinity. If he hadn’t eaten the Fire God Ruan Xiu when his true body left the new Heavenly Court, he would have retained even more.

But it wasn’t that Zhou Mi didn’t have time to do so, it was that he couldn’t. Among the five ancient supreme beings, the sword-holder chose to recognize Chen Ping An as her master. Her killing power, which was higher than the heavens, was still there, but she was ultimately “removed from the list.” Ruan Xiu was the only one of the five supreme beings who remained the same, new and old, always residing on the Fire God’s throne. Before Zhou Mi ascended to Heaven, he had to bring Ruan Xiu, who had already swallowed all the divinity of the Water God Li Liu, with him. After ascending to Heaven, he could never find a way to merge Ruan Xiu’s divine Dao without harming the new Heavenly Court in the slightest.

The Savage Desolation took in the renegade Hidden Official Xiao Xun, and Xiao Xun did indeed make achievements during the attack on Haoran. The new Heavenly Court also had to take in the Fire God Ruan Xiu, and Ruan Xiu indeed did not contend with Zhou Mi for the Dao, helping him bear the impact of the three Sages’ scattering of their paths and the ascension and filling of the void by the shrine.

Zhou Mi stood on the high platform, breathing in the long-lost scent of the human world.

For today’s two connections between Heaven and Earth, Chen Ping An’s divinity and humanity were truly separated at the moment of ascension.

At this moment, the divine Chen Ping An was like a human deity who had sealed himself. He had certainly lost, but the human world had won.

Zhou Mi looked at this “young man,” pure gold, with disheveled hair, standing barefoot.

The first golden thread connecting Heaven and Earth had settled.

The second golden thread connecting Heaven and Earth had also converged its infinite golden light.

In the new Heavenly Court, the three Sages had made their move. Ten thousand years had passed, two ascensions later, they were finally going to draw a powerful period to a chapter called the Divine Dao, as if it could penetrate the “human world” through the paper.

The three Sages each glanced at the human world. In an instant, the boundless void occupied by the new Heavenly Court suddenly bloomed with a purple-gold lotus flower, its petals covered with human characters.

The shrine held the lotus flower and returned to the deep night of the human world, shining brightly.

The Dao methods of the three religions were combined into one, first cutting off Zhou Mi’s Divine Dao foundation which had always remained in the new Heavenly Court, and then descending like a sword light directly into the human world, completely destroying the entire golden long line, shattering it layer by layer.

The shrine also took a final look at the human world, at a certain place in the Savage Desolation.

Zhou Mi’s figure swayed violently on the high platform.

In the Savage Desolation, the hidden move to reclaim Shouchen, Liubai, and Zhou Qinggao’s three corpses was ultimately ruined by Zheng Juzhong. The general trend was gone, and the whole game was lost.

Moreover, even if a Savage Desolation Sea of Literature reappeared in the human world, as long as it couldn’t instantly reach the Fifteenth Realm, it was truly meaningless to Zhou Mi, who was determined to recreate Heaven and Earth. Zheng Juzhong of White Emperor City, even Yu Dou and White Jade Capital, Ning Yao of the Five-Colored World, the Central Earth Confucian Temple, the Western Buddhist Kingdom… none of them would allow that “instant” to come to the human world. Zhou Mi didn’t want to waste another word with them, didn’t want to see the faces of any human Dao learners again. It was simply the winner takes all.

Ruan Xiu, who was seated on the throne, resting her hand on her chin, raised a hand and pinched out a particle of golden light, as if extracting this tiny bit from a towering golden mountain that pierced the clouds.

But the entire new Heavenly Court began to collapse because of the loss of this insignificant point.

In the previous connection between Heaven and Earth, they were like neighbors for ten thousand years, but Zhou Mi, from beginning to end, did not say a word, and neither did the other party.

One was a stubborn youth blocking the way with a knife, the other was an old and cunning man with deep hatred in his heart. Perhaps both of them wanted to get rid of the other before saying anything?

Zhou Mi looked at the new Heavenly Court, which was beginning to shatter, and smiled, shaking his head.

One day, you, Chen Ping An, will either be the Yu Dou of the human world or the Zhou Mi of the heavens.

Zhou Mi dispersed all his thoughts and finally made a decision.

The remaining thirty percent of his divinity was enough for him to accomplish one thing.

He wanted to have a head-on collision with the “sword light” of the three Sages and the shrine, leaving a hole in the human world. This was Zhou Mi’s bad news for all Qi Refiners in the human world and a surprise for all ordinary people at the foot of the mountain.

For the next hundred, thousand, or ten thousand years, the spiritual energy of Heaven and Earth would gather in “this place.”

All cultivators in the human world, from today onwards, you need to hurry up. You can crazily absorb all the spiritual energy from immortal coins, magic treasures, mountains and rivers, and all the spiritual energy of “others”!

Every divine ability and magical technique you use, every magic treasure you cultivate or unleash, thread by thread, earth-shattering spiritual energy, will all return to this place exactly as it was.

Isn’t everyone inherently divine? From now on, the entire human world will become a temple that gradually loses its spiritual energy but whose incense smoke becomes increasingly prosperous.

Haha, another embryonic form of a new Heavenly Court!

The sword light of Heaven.

Zhou Mi transformed into “Earth.”

The third connection between Heaven and Earth.

The two lines collided with a roar, and an abyss-like chaotic vortex instantly appeared in the human world. The surrounding spiritual energy of Heaven and Earth surged madly into it.

The five worlds and countless stars outside the sky tilted slowly with it.

Chen Ping An, holding his sword and ascending to Heaven, drifted down into the collapsing new Heavenly Court. His human body was like a porcelain vessel on the verge of shattering. Ruan Xiu, seated on the throne, looked indifferent, gazing at him from afar.

Chen Ping An twisted his wrist and twirled his sword. This time, he became “Heaven.”

He slashed the vortex with his sword.

At the peak of Fallen Leaf Mountain, Ning Yao was a step ahead. She joined her fingers and cut a Dao mark between her brows. “Cut open this Heaven and Earth for me!”

As she spoke, the highest point of the Five-Colored World’s Great Dao barrier stood like a giant golden vertical eye. Heaven and Earth resonated, “As ordered!”

At the foot of Fallen Leaf Mountain, the Daoist Immortal Official stood up, no longer looking at the ground.

The “first Daoist of the human world” left only a shell for the Daoist Immortal Official and a wooden hairpin that had lost all its Dao intent, as if a silent parting gift.

A sword starting from the Five-Colored World first cut open the vortex. The vortex, like the Great Dao, was about to recover.

It was cut open further by another sword. The sword-holder’s figure dispersed, their divinity drifting, their humanity accompanying the Dao.

A figure in green reached out a hand and smiled. “Hey, Mountain Master, wake up. Sleep well after you wake up.”

Then, the green figure of the Daoist smiled and said, “Stop being foolish,” and his Dao, like the clear sky, gently dispersed the vortex.

Zhou Mi squinted upwards at the magnificent painting and muttered softly, “Ending this life, it was quite spectacular.”

Zheng Juzhong shook his sleeves and actually went directly along the ascending path of the lingering Dao aura to the place that would be the “old Heavenly Court” from today onwards.

From his sleeves, he respectively threw out the ball of mist shadow and Liu Xianyang, who had asked for a sword three times.

Zheng Juzhong’s action startled everyone.

One wave subsided, another rose, and again?! What was Zheng Juzhong doing?!

Liu Xianyang turned his head to look at the familiar woman, waved his hand, and said with a playful smile, “Miss Ruan Xiu, long time no see. Why do you look a little thinner? Is there no meat to eat in such a large bowl in the sky…”

Gu Can was worried about further complications and angrily said, “Shut up!”

Unexpectedly, Ruan Xiu smiled and nodded.

Zheng Juzhong asked, “Is that so?”

Ruan Xiu nodded.

Both he and Lu Chen guessed correctly. The entire human world was derived from the Dao manifestation of that existence in the ancient Heavenly Court back then, an extension of the Dao.

In short, everyone, mountains, rivers, in a certain sense, were that one. Therefore, not only was Lu Chen one, but everyone was one.

The Buddhists say that everyone has Buddha-nature, which is certainly correct. Then everyone having divinity is even more natural from ancient times.

Zheng Juzhong smiled and said, “This is good too.”

Ruan Xiu left the throne and steered the Cypress Boat. She didn’t look at the human world, but simply left from there.

Liu Xianyang asked, “Old Zheng, is he alright?”

Zheng Juzhong said, “He’ll manage.”

Without giving Liu Xianyang a chance to ask further, Zheng Juzhong had already returned to the human world, back to the Savage Desolation.

Gu Can frowned slightly.

Liu Xianyang clicked his tongue and looked around. It was wonderful, recalling the “inscription” on the wall of that pavilion when he was a child. Was he finally high above, true to his name?

In any case, there was finally no more Zhou Mi in the human world.

He didn’t know whether the next ten thousand years would be good or bad.

Could it usher in a truly peaceful era where human hearts ascended?

Perhaps not, maybe it would, probably hope would lead to disappointment, disappointment condensing into despair. Perhaps hope would usher in more hope, maybe a glimmer of hope would leap out of despair. Who knows what tomorrow will bring? Who dares to say for sure what will happen?

Yesterday’s human world was full of heroes’ tombs, and today’s human world also has gentle havens. What tomorrow holds will be discussed tomorrow. Let’s put hope aside for now.

Between Heaven and Earth.

A single leaf falls.

Drifting.

Ning Yao held him. She whispered, “We’re home.”

All mountains in the human world bowed in reverence.

After the thunder, there was gentle lingering.

Outsider sword cultivator, go home soon.