“You’re already done talking?” Jiang Huai looked a bit surprised. How much time had even passed?
“What did you discuss?”
Qin Qingyue flicked her fingers, proudly lifting her chin with a touch of smugness. “Not telling you.”
She turned around, naturally arranging the next steps. “Let’s go. We’ll head back first.”
Then she tilted her head toward Chi Hong and Zhu Siyao.
“Has everything been arranged with the Xuanxian Immortal Sect?”
Zhu Siyao’s gaze unconsciously glanced at Jiang Huai before nodding in response.
“It’s all settled. The specific details will have to wait until the Nine Heavens Palace sends someone to take over.”
The Xuanxian Immortal Sect would undoubtedly be placed under the banner of the Nine Heavens Palace.
As for the distribution of other territories in this world, further discussions with the Red Dragon Clan and White Dragon Clan were still needed.
“Alright, then no delays. Let’s set off immediately. We’ll have someone come to take over later.” Qin Qingyue waved dismissively, signaling that the Xianzhou could depart.
She was never keen on staying here for long, her mind focused on returning to continue managing the Nine Heavens Palace.
Upon hearing this, White Dew lifted her delicate hand, and the Xianzhou slowly adjusted its course—not returning directly but heading toward the frontlines where the Xie Tide was rampant.
Zhu Siyao watched Jiang Huai and Qin Qingyue standing side by side, so close, whispering between themselves.
A strange feeling crept into her heart.
It was as if, from this moment onward, the bond Jiang Huai and she had shared in that small world quietly began to change.
By his side stood the rightful, powerful, and dazzling Qin Qingyue.
At home, there was also the alluring Su Yingman.
And deeper still, the insurmountable, unattainable reason—her mother.
An invisible distance quietly grew.
The Xianzhou sped forward with incredible speed, quickly reaching the turbulent frontlines of the Xie Tide.
No words were necessary—Qin Qingyue and Wu Zhaohua struck simultaneously.
In an instant, the pitch-black Dragonflame that consumed all things and the unparalleled sword light that purified heaven and earth intertwined into a net, like divine punishment descending.
The strongest of this world’s Xie Tide was at most the Divine Transformation Realm.
Faced with such overwhelming power, they scattered and melted away like snow under the sun.
Wherever they passed, the filthy black tide receded swiftly, revealing land long ravaged and scarred by corruption.
“How strange,” Jiang Huai murmured.
He fixed his gaze on the vanquished Xie Tide below, his internal Yang Qi spontaneously circulating.
His eyes shone with a peculiar excitement—the instinctive impulse of a hunter seeing prey, eager to strike.
White Dew, standing quietly nearby, took in this entire change in expression.
She nodded slightly, a trace of understanding flashing in her cold eyes.
He was indeed a pure Yin Yang Constitution.
Ordinary humans felt fear and sadness toward Outworld Heavenly Demons, their emotions swayed by the demons’ fluctuations.
But those with a Yin Yang Constitution were different.
They regarded the Outworld Heavenly Demons as prey, naturally suppressing them.
The Xianzhou crushed through effortlessly.
These terrifying tides that once struck fear now felt like mere speed bumps, unable to slow them down at all.
Deep into the core, a bizarre sight appeared before them.
A massive cocoon hovered in the air, black with an ominous blood-red glow, pulsing slowly as if gestating some extremely dreadful lifeform.
An intensely concentrated evil aura emanated from within.
“This is the root of the Xie Tide in this world. Destroy it, and this world can be purified,” White Dew said coldly.
Suddenly, the cocoon emitted a sharp, venomous screech, its tone strangely familiar.
“It’s you! You’ve come all the way here?! Damn you!”
On the surface of the cocoon, a pair of eyes filled with endless hatred flickered faintly, locking onto Jiang Huai.
“Yin Yang Body! We cannot allow him to grow! We cannot allow him to grow!”
The last Yin Yang Body had dealt them a devastating, ruinous blow.
“Hey, judging by that voice, this is an old friend, huh?” Qin Qingyue sneered mockingly.
“Isn’t this the voice from the Secret Realm? How is it still alive?”
“Just you wait! Just you wait!” the cocoon’s inhabitant roared madly, rage and resentment reaching the sky.
If given more time, even at the cost of utterly destroying this world, it would breed stronger demons, vowing to exterminate all Yin Yang Bodies.
“That’s really a pity,” Qin Qingyue said with a cold laugh.
The Dragonflame spear in her hand condensed, carrying supreme dragon might, striking across heaven and earth.
Boom!
The cocoon trembled violently.
The blood-red light on its surface quickly dimmed, and life slowly drained away.
As it vanished, the gloomy shroud over the world receded like a tide, and long-lost bright sunlight poured over the land.
This world finally saw the light again.
“Is it over?” Jiang Huai whispered, staring at the clearing sky.
At that moment, White Dew suddenly stepped forward, grabbed Jiang Huai’s wrist, and without explanation pulled him toward where the cocoon had been dissipating.
“What are you doing?!” Qin Qingyue hurriedly shouted, alarmed.
“A core of this level of Outworld Heavenly Demon is nourishment for him,” White Dew said calmly.
As she spoke, she extracted a crystal about the size of a fist from the ashes of the vanishing cocoon—deep and dark, yet containing a strange radiance—and placed it directly into Jiang Huai’s hand.
The girl’s hand was icy cold, like a soft block of ice.
“Don’t mess around! You can’t just touch that!” Qin Qingyue was full of worry. Even Wu Zhaohua frowned deeply, eyes fixed intently.
“He knows exactly what to do,” White Dew said indifferently, releasing her grip.
Jiang Huai clutched the crystal, and instantly a fierce desire surged from the depths of his bloodline.
Almost instinctively, he activated the Yinyang Technique.
The dark crystal transformed into pure, refined energy, continuously pouring into his body.
An indescribable sense of comfort spread throughout his limbs and body, as if he had found a natural tonic.
His aura rose rapidly, breaking through his cultivation bottleneck and leaping into the late Foundation Establishment stage in one go.
Jiang Huai swallowed instinctively, eyes glinting with lingering hunger, as if wanting more—completely unsatisfied.
White Dew’s cold lips twitched slightly, forcing a faint curve that barely counted as a smile as she whispered, “Yin Yang Body, very good.”
Though no one knew why the Yin Yang Body had ultimately left descendants, at least now, with one in existence, humanity had its guardian.
Within the Xuanxian Immortal Sect, the disciples and elders remaining behind rushed to the plaza and high ground, staring incredulously at the now-clear horizon.
An elderly elder with white hair wept uncontrollably, bowing deeply toward the Ancestral Master Hall. “Ancestors, protect us! The evil demons have finally been cleansed! All living beings are saved!”
“It’s the Celestial Immortals! It’s those Celestial Immortals from beyond the heavens who saved us!”
Cheers, cries, and the relief of survivors intertwined, swelling into a tremendous roar that echoed through the clouds.
Countless people knelt devoutly toward the direction the Xianzhou had departed, sincerely grateful for those few figures who descended like gods and swept away the demonic miasma with a wave of their hands.
Above the clouds, the Xianzhou slowly turned, heading toward the void beyond this world.
“Your mother is waiting for you at home.” Qin Qingyue suddenly seemed to remember something, turning to Zhu Siyao.
“Ah? Oh…”
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