Cultivation begins in Qingfeng Market.

Fortunately, True Monarch Qingyuan had made arrangements in advance, and the spiritual energy network of the Azure Jade Ancient Tree remained stable.

As the dust settled, hundreds of spatial fragments landed steadily.

Nine ancient cities and thirty-four mortal cities, with the buffer of the law, safely fell into the great lake, turning into isolated islands floating on the lake's surface.

Thus, forty-three islands were formed, and of the tens of millions of mortals in the secret realm, half of them survived the apocalyptic disaster.

Having absorbed the impact of the last fragment, the ancient jade tree, towering ten thousand feet tall, could no longer withstand the force.

The main trunk snapped in half with a loud crash, the branches collapsed and withered, and all the green leaves fell away.

Millions of algae lost their verdant green, turning grayish-white, and sank to the bottom of the lake.

The image of the ancient jade tree slowly dissipated, leaving only a huge, cracked, and scorched log floating alone on the lake, like a desolate skeleton.

Forty-three giant islands crashed into the lake, causing towering waves to surge across the vast expanse.

The lake waters surged, all life perished, and layers of fish, shrimp, and aquatic beast corpses floated on the surface. The giant monster at the bottom of the lake was completely destroyed.

At the cost of countless aquatic creatures across the entire lake, the lives of half the mortal population were saved.

It can only be said that in this world, there is gain in loss.

The Luo Tian Secret Realm has been completely integrated into the Cang Yuan Great World, and the fusion of the realms has caused violent spatial disturbances.

The heavens and earth spontaneously activated the space repair mechanism, and violent spiritual energy surged everywhere, filling the spatial cracks and stirring up a continuous spiritual energy storm throughout the entire lake area.

A storm, carrying with it spiritual energy, raged between the islands. The sea was battered by towering waves, each pulsating with lightning. Travel between the islands was temporarily impossible; all that remained was to wait for the storm to subside naturally.

The storm subsided, and all things returned to silence.

Qingyuan Zhenjun yawned casually, and with a sway of his body, landed directly on the largest section of the ancient tree remnant on the lake surface.

He lay casually with his arms as a pillow, letting the wind and waves gently rock him, no longer concerned with the disputes or the struggle for the spiritual treasure.

Qingyuan Zhenjun is waiting for Beichen Zhenjun to return.

The spiritual energy in the void is chaotic and the rules are disordered, so it is not a place to stay for long.

With the addition of True Monarch Beichen, Nascent Soul cultivators from the Myriad Beasts Sect, and Moon Sword Immortal from the Hundred Arts Immortal Alliance, the three sides are locked in a fierce battle. The depletion of their magical power will only become more and more terrifying, and no one can hold out for long. Sooner or later, they will have to withdraw from the void.

The aftershocks of the great war often leaked out through spatial rifts.

On the surface of the lake, dark and narrow spatial rifts would suddenly tear open from time to time. From the depths of the rifts, the cold light of star swords would occasionally leak out, or the roars of ferocious beasts would occasionally be heard. In an instant, the restorative power of the Cangyuan Great World would slowly smooth out the rifts, and the rifts would close and return to calm.

Time flies, and three months have passed in the blink of an eye.

One day, the sky suddenly trembled, and a huge rift was torn open in the void.

The Nascent Soul True Monarch of the Myriad Beasts Spirit Venerable Palace was the first to step out into the air, his face ashen and gloomy, his spiritual light flickering and his aura chaotic, clearly indicating that he had suffered a great loss in the battle in the void.

He immediately spotted Qingyuan Zhenjun sleeping peacefully on the driftwood on the lake. His expression grew increasingly grim, but he dared not utter a single word. Instead, with a sullen face, he waved his sleeve and gathered the remaining disciples scattered across the various islands.

After counting, only five people remained, standing disheveled in mid-air. Among them was the Holy Son of Ten Thousand Spirits, looking dejected and having long lost his former glory.

The next moment, the thousand-foot-tall, pitch-black beast palace appeared in mid-air—originally, it was pulled by four Nascent Soul dragons, but now only a palace nearly a thousand feet tall remained. The palace had several breaches, its edges were charred black, and it looked desolate.

The Nascent Soul True Lord rode up the pitch-black Beast Palace, without uttering a word, turned around and soared into the distance, disappearing into the ends of the earth.

Several days later, the light in the sky appeared again.

The thousand-foot-long spirit boat of the Hundred Arts Immortal Alliance slowly appeared in the world. The spiritual light on the hull was much dimmer than before, and there were still several repair marks of varying depths on the hull, but it was generally intact.

Compared to the menacing aura emanating from the Myriad Beasts Spirit Lord's Mansion, this Nascent Soul cultivator from the Hundred Arts Immortal Alliance was clearly much more composed and courteous.

A gentle and melodious female voice drifted from the spirit boat:

"True Lord Qingyuan, if you have time in the future, you are welcome to visit my Danxia Chamber of Commerce. My Chamber of Commerce will certainly treat you to our treasured fifth-grade spiritual tea."

Qingyuan Zhenjun nodded in response.

The spirit boat transformed into a streak of white light and disappeared into the horizon.

Another half month passed, and the void trembled once more.

From within the torn spatial rift, True Monarch Beichen slowly stepped out.

He gripped the Seven Kill Sword tightly in one hand and held the Luo Tian Umbrella steadily in the other. His face was somewhat pale, his dark blue Taoist robe was torn in many places, his left sleeve was missing, and the right corner was charred and curled. His breathing was slightly heavy and his aura was somewhat weak.

To fight against the top leaders of the two overlord forces, the Myriad Beasts and the Hundred Arts, and to forcibly suppress the highly spiritual fifth-tier treasure, the Luo Tian Umbrella, was a grueling battle that inevitably took a heavy toll on even a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator like him.

Looking at the Luotian Umbrella again, the damage was even more obvious.

The gray-white umbrella had several holes in it, and the light from it flickered, clearly indicating that its essence had been severely damaged in the struggle.

Upon seeing True Lord Qingyuan, True Lord Beichen nodded.

The Beichen Palace, suspended overhead, slowly unfolded, transforming into a colossal palace of stars thousands of feet tall, suspended among the clouds.

He raised his hand and sank the Luo Tian Umbrella into the core forbidden area of ​​the hall, then pressed it down with the Seven Kill Sword. The seven blood-red patterns on the sword suddenly blazed brightly, condensing into seven blood-red chains that wrapped around and sealed the fifth-order spiritual treasure, making it impossible for it to escape.

After doing all this, True Lord Beichen slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, and his tense body relaxed slightly.

As he settled down and took charge of the area, the constant spatial rifts between heaven and earth gradually disappeared, and the violent spiritual storms weakened day by day.

Half a month later, the storm subsided.

The vast lake has been completely transformed.

On the lake's surface, forty-three islands, formed from fragments of a secret realm, are scattered about.

The ordinary people who survived the disaster left the city and stood on the shore of the island, gazing blankly at the completely unfamiliar lake and sky.

With my homeland destroyed, the world changed, and the future uncertain, I am filled with fear and helplessness.

Between the islands, the lake water is clear and blue.

The giant beasts and aquatic creatures that once roamed the lakebed have almost all become extinct, but life never dies easily. On the shore, new aquatic plants have already sprouted, their tender shoots swaying in the breeze.

The Luo Tian Secret Realm, which had been passed down for ten thousand years, was completely disintegrated and fully integrated into the Cang Yuan Immortal Cultivation World.

Above the sea of ​​clouds, the Beichen Palace stands eternally suspended, with countless silver stars falling from the sky, illuminating half of the heavens and firmly suppressing the entire lake islands.

Old grudges have been settled, and the disputes have temporarily subsided.

The fate of all the cultivators in the secret realms and the millions of surviving mortals is now entirely in the hands of the two Nascent Soul True Monarchs, Beichen and Qingyuan.

Lin Zhao and his entourage stood in the small square in front of Beichen Palace, having been waiting for a while.

The scene of Nascent Soul True Monarchs fighting with all their might and fifth-tier spiritual treasures colliding to cause the heavens and earth to shatter was still firmly etched in everyone's minds. They had personally witnessed the power of Nascent Soul cultivators.

Everyone subconsciously lowered their breathing, not daring to be the slightest bit presumptuous.