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Chapter 667 A New Beginning Through Self-Sacrifice
Jiang Wen stood atop the mountain, his mind resonating with the vast merit contained within the jade.

He took a deep breath, his voice booming like a bell, resounding throughout the land: "Righteous Qi of Heaven and Earth, heed my command! Dharma Form—Manifest!"

Before he finished speaking, the Dao Bell resounded throughout the universe, and a golden pillar of light that stretched across the heavens and earth rose from the ground, completely engulfing Jiang Wen's figure.

Within the pillar of light, a divine figure rose higher and higher, its head like a mountain and its arms like towering peaks, reaching a height of ten thousand feet in an instant!
This golden, divine being stood majestically amidst the sacred land, his body radiating countless rays of light and auspicious energy, illuminating the thousand-mile-long crimson landscape.

Its face was shrouded in endless divine radiance, making it impossible to discern its true form. Only its pair of divine eyes, like the sun and moon suspended in the sky, caused all things to submit to its gaze. Its divine might was like a prison, as vast as the sea—truly the great supernatural power of "Dharma Manifestation of Heaven and Earth"!
The divine being lowered his gaze, looking down at the hideous, thousand-mile-long fissure beneath his feet, as if a celestial being were examining the wounds of the mortal world.

He slowly raised his right arm, which seemed to be condensed from pure laws and golden light. With his palm facing upward, a three-pointed, double-edged spear formed from endless merit and righteousness suddenly took shape.

The blade shimmered with light, its runes appearing and disappearing, imbued with supreme divine power to judge good and evil and cleave through chaos.

"cut!"

The deity uttered true words, his voice like thunder from the heavens, and the giant blade crashed down! It did not strike the rocks and soil, but cut straight into the deathly aura that was filled with desolation and filth.

Even before the blade arrived, the immense pressure had already caused the thousand-mile-long rift to tremble violently and wail.

The moment the giant blade pierced the crimson land, it was as if a hot blade had cut into solidified grease, or as if lightning had cleaved through thick, dark clouds.

A brand-new, bottomless ravine that stretched for thousands of miles was forcibly cleaved open. The endless black water that had been congealed in the old wounds seemed to have found an outlet, letting out a deafening roar, carrying with it the filth, resentment and deathly power accumulated over thousands of years, and soaring into the sky!

The black water was murky and viscous, as black as ink. As it surged, it conjured countless twisted demonic shadows and ghostly faces, emitting shrill screams that could erode the soul, soaring straight into the sky, intending to taint the golden light and devour the gods and men.

In an instant, the sky was shrouded in filth, with shadowy figures looming overhead, as if hell itself had been opened, threatening to drag this world into eternal damnation.

"Humph!"

The golden-light deity let out a cold snort, as loud as a great bell, which dispelled the demonic sound.

His other giant hand, already poised to strike, slowly pressed down like the collapsing sky. Within his palm, the divine script for the character "镇" (zhen, meaning "suppress") flowed, radiating a golden light more dazzling than the sun.

This golden light is extremely yang and strong, containing supreme purifying power, making it the absolute nemesis of yin, filth, and death.

As the giant hand pressed down, the turbid black water that shot into the sky seemed to have crashed into an invisible barrier. No matter how it roared and surged, it could not cross the line even half a step!

Where the golden light met the black water, a loud hissing sound erupted, thick smoke billowed out, and the filth melted and disintegrated rapidly, like ice and snow meeting the sun.

Bathed in golden light, the demonic shadows and ghostly faces let out their final, resentful howls before dissipating into wisps of green smoke. The divine being's single palm strike had forcefully suppressed this filthy, raging tide, capable of annihilating an entire world, pinning it back into the crack and preventing its rampage!

Immediately afterwards, blazing divine flames erupted from the divine being's eyes, and he uttered the mantra again: "Samadhi True Fire, heed my command! Burn away the filth, temper the stubborn! Command!"

In an instant, endless crimson flames surged from the divine being's body, like a celestial river pouring down, or a phoenix rising from the ashes, carrying the magnificent divine power to purify and reshape everything, and poured into the thousand-mile-long rift that had been cleaved open and suppressed.

Where real fire passes, the scene becomes even more spectacular.

The decaying flesh, congealed blood, and bred filth accumulated over millennia burned fiercely in the raging divine flames, crackling and popping. The black mist evaporated, transforming into countless twisted and malevolent demons: hundred-foot-long centipedes of filthy blood, wailing giant faces pieced together from countless vengeful spirits, and rotting behemoths dripping with pus… They were all the final, materialized retaliation of the power of death, radiating a suffocating evil and ominousness, baring their fangs and claws as they lunged at their surroundings, fighting like cornered beasts.

"Even a grain of rice can shine?"

The golden-haired god spoke with disdain, and did not even use his giant blade.

With a mere breath, he unleashed a gust of primordial righteous energy imbued with supreme Daoist principles. The wind fueled the fire, and the fire, aided by the wind, surged even higher, transforming into countless firebirds, fire dragons, and fire lotuses that swept across the entire heavens!

Those seemingly terrifying evil spirits and demons, once scorched by this holy flame, turned into ashes like paper and clay sculptures, barely able to utter a few screams before vanishing without a trace.

Faced with absolute divine power and the supreme Yang True Fire, these lifeless evil spirits were utterly powerless.

The divine fire not only burned away evil spirits, but also penetrated deep into the earth's veins, scorching every inch of soil and every rock in the cracks. A thousand miles of land were transformed into a sea of ​​crimson gold fire, the air filled with a scorching heat, yet strangely bringing a warmth like that of new life.

The filth was refined, the deathly silence was dispelled, and the originally scarlet and twisted earth gradually turned into a deep and heavy dark yellow color under the burning of the divine fire. In some places, it even began to faintly reveal a jade-like luster.

This scene is truly a world-changing sight!

It was as if an invisible giant hand had forcibly lifted this cursed, desolate land from the abyss of depravity and thrown it into the furnace of creation to be reforged!
The raging fire continued for an unknown period of time, until the soaring black mist completely dissipated, until no more filth seeped from the cracks, and until all the evil spirits were swept away. Only then did the golden-light deity slowly withdraw his divine power.

The enormous Dharma image gradually dissipated, revealing Jiang Wen's true form, who stood quietly in the air, his face slightly pale, but his aura still deep and composed. He had truly been overwhelmed by that divine power just now.

As one's spiritual level increases, the Dharma form seems to change from before. Although it is a manifestation of merit, its power is even greater.

Coming to my senses, I looked down and saw that the thousand-mile-long rift had changed drastically.

The rock walls on both sides were no longer an unsettling scarlet, but had transformed into smooth and hard crystal, like glass that had been tempered by fire.

Deep within the fissure, where black water once surged, the area has now been scorched into a clear and bright expanse. A faint, pure spiritual light shines through the depths of the earth's veins, and wisps of life begin to be conceived anew.

The eternal twilight in the sky had been largely dispelled, and although the bright sky was not yet fully revealed, a glimmer of clear light had begun to appear.

A gentle breeze brought not the stench of decay, but a fresh scent like that of rain after a storm.

Jiang Wen remained silent for a long time, gazing at this land that had undergone dramatic changes, returned to peace, and begun to nurture new life. His eyes held neither joy nor sorrow, only the profound sense of witnessing the end and beginning of a cycle.

He knew that the rotten flesh of the wound that had plagued the Heavenly King of Growth for millennia had been removed, and the deathly stillness had been suppressed. Now, all that remained was to wait for its own immense vitality to drive the slow healing of this festering wound.

Dozens of miles away, those affected by the divine power stood frozen in shock. Their mouths were agape, as if a fishbone was stuck in their throats. They sobbed for a long time, finally unable to utter a word. Their bodies slowly hunched over, and they knelt on the ground in worship.

"God!"

(End of this chapter)