Invest in Liu Shen at the beginning! I kill my way through the perfect world!

The waves of the border sea gradually receded behind us, and the suffocating silence and chaos were completely shut out from the gate.

The butcher stepped out of the chaotic portal opened by the Willow God himself, his body still surrounded by the evil aura of the Boundary Sea and the stench of blood, before he had completely dissipated.

Beyond the primordial Dao, clouds and mist rose, and the world was clear and bright.

Although the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths have been ravaged by war and the land is still in ruins, compared to the Boundary Sea, a desolate place where myriad worlds rise and fall and rules collapse, this place can be considered a rare pure land.

The figure of the Willow God stood still in the void, surrounded by a hazy rain of light. Each drop of light seemed to carry the birth and death of a great world. Its aura was more profound and unfathomable than before. It had truly stood in the realm of Quasi-Immortal Emperor, transcending all others.

He looked at the butcher who had returned from overseas, his gaze calm, and nodded slightly.

"solved?"

The butcher had already sheathed the bone knife in his hand, which had drunk the blood of the immortal king and whose hum had gradually faded. Hearing this, he simply nodded, his face still showing the same indifference that had never changed over the ages.

"A clown with a crumbling foundation, he can't stir up any trouble in the short term."

His gaze fell on Liu Shen, and a very subtle ripple passed through his eyes, which were usually frozen in time and only showed emotion when killing.

Within the Boundary Sea, the currents are unpredictable and spacetime is distorted, making it difficult even for Immortal Kings to send messages in time.

However, the Willow God was able to clearly transmit the sound from the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, across the boundless sea of ​​boundaries, into his mind, guiding him to the correct location. Such a method was terrifying.

Moreover, personally crushing Kundi, the Crimson King, and other supreme giants from other realms with the ease of crushing chickens and dogs made him truly and deeply feel the enormous chasm between Quasi-Immortal Emperors and Immortal King giants, which seemed to be only a step away but was actually insurmountable.

Quasi-Immortal Emperor Realm!

Only by ascending to this realm can one truly transcend the cycle of reincarnation, take control of one's own destiny, and possess sufficient power to cope with the even more terrifying calamities and challenges that may exist in the future.

"Thank you very much."

The butcher's voice was low and hoarse, carrying a hint of barely perceptible urgency and fervor.

Liu Shen spoke calmly, her tone gentle yet authoritative:
"Fellow Daoist, there's no need to be so polite. The alien realm has suffered such a heavy blow, and the foundations of its giants have been damaged. In the short term, they will be unable to attend to anything else and will not dare to invade the border again. Fellow Daoist can take this opportunity to go into seclusion in peace, condense your Dao fruit, and break through to the supreme Quasi-Immortal Emperor realm."

"That's exactly what we need."

The butcher's words were firm and resolute, carrying an unwavering and unquestionable will. The restrained blood-red aura around him rippled slightly because of this resolute thought.

"I will not leave seclusion until I reach the Quasi-Immortal Emperor realm!"

Without saying another word, he simply but solemnly cupped his hands to Liu Shen, and his figure suddenly transformed into a shocking blood-red light, tearing through layers of void, causing the Great Dao to roar, and directly plunging into the depths of the Primordial Dao.

There lay his secluded cultivation ground, long prepared beforehand, and the Time-Space Tower left behind by Lin Shu, the Primordial Dao Master. The flow of time within the tower differed drastically from the outside, making it an unparalleled treasure for secluded cultivation and breakthroughs. He needed to quickly adjust his state, pushing his essence, energy, and spirit to their most perfect peak, aiming to break through the Quasi-Immortal Emperor bottleneck that had plagued him for countless years!

And that was shortly after the butcher went into seclusion.

In the desolate star field where the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths meet the alien realm, before the once silent Imperial Pass, the void slightly distorted, and several figures with obviously weakened auras, yet still carrying the charm of immortality and overwhelming resentment, slowly emerged.

These were the immortal kings from other realms, such as Kundi, the Crimson King, and the Blade King, who had been severely injured by the Butcher in the Boundary Sea and whose Dao foundations were damaged.

Their faces were so gloomy they could drip water, their eyes filled with overwhelming resentment and deep-seated humiliation. Kundi, in particular, though his head had been reconstructed, still felt a dull ache at the broken part of his spine, and the cracks in his Immortal King's essence constantly reminded him of that crushing defeat.

Damage to their foundation and near-complete demise is more painful for giants who have dominated for millennia than being killed.

Now, they have to drag their broken bodies and personally hand over an astronomical sum of compensation. This is undoubtedly rubbing salt into their bleeding wounds, an unprecedented humiliation.

A storage artifact, tightly enveloped in dazzling divine light, was reluctantly pushed out by them and floated in the cold, desolate void, radiating a chilling energy fluctuation.

Inside, there was a vast amount of resources, enough to make any Immortal King envious and his heart race—various rare divine materials piled up like mountains, immortal gold containing different Dao attributes shimmering with brilliant light, perfectly preserved immortal medicine exhaling a misty glow, and even several complete fragments of Dao laws that swam and roared like true dragons!

This is almost a portion of the essence accumulated over a long era in this foreign land, yet now it is to be handed over to the enemy.

Kundi stared intently at the direction of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, his gaze seemingly trying to pierce through the endless starry sky to see the land that had brought them such humiliation. A low growl, like that of a wounded beast, escaped his throat. However, he ultimately suppressed the urge to retaliate immediately and dared not make any further moves. Filled with endless resentment and killing intent, he, along with the equally weakened Red King, Blade King, and other remnants of his army, tore through the void in a sorry state and vanished into the darkness.

In the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths region, powerful figures had already been secretly on guard, cautiously accepting this astonishingly vast amount of resources.

When these resources were successfully transported back, confirmed by Liu Shen and others, and began to be distributed and stored in major strongholds and inheritance sites according to the established plan, the high-level officials of the entire Nine Heavens and Ten Earths breathed a sigh of relief and felt an indescribable sense of excitement.

The deterrent effect of the bloodshed at the border sea, the severe injuries and silence of several supreme giants from other realms, and the injection of a vast amount of resources sufficient to compensate for the losses of many years of war with a huge surplus—these combined factors have undoubtedly won the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths an unprecedented and extremely precious period of peaceful development and recuperation.

Time began to flow quietly in this relatively peaceful atmosphere.

Ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years...

The river of time flows silently, slowly soothing the wounds and sorrows brought about by years of war, while also quietly nurturing new life and hope.

During this rare period of peace, all parts of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths seized the opportunity to recuperate and rebuild. Many elders who had been stuck at their bottlenecks for countless years attempted to reach higher realms with the help of precious resources sent from other lands. Although most failed, there were occasional successes, which was gratifying.

Meanwhile, a new generation of outstanding talents has begun to emerge like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, thriving in a relatively stable environment, and the number of those who achieve supreme status has increased significantly.

The entire world seemed to be slowly emerging from the decay and gloom brought about by years of war, presenting a vibrant scene of all things reviving and the Dao rising upwards.

However, beneath this hard-won peace and tranquility, an irresistible and chilling aura of decay, originating from the depths of the universe, has quietly begun to emerge and, like a silent undercurrent, is slowly approaching. (End of Chapter)