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As the wisp of consciousness that had separated from the chaos was casually extinguished by the Celestial Venerable of Morality, the sages were momentarily speechless, unsure how to describe their complex feelings at that moment.

Every wisp of consciousness in chaos is extremely precious, as it is an extension of its power and existence.

But for Qin Le's sake, it had already wasted three strands of consciousness.

And this third strand of hair was actually provoked into offering itself up to die just because Qin Le casually said "you're brainless"...

Looking at the gradually calming chaotic form, and then at the innocent-looking Qin Le, Houtu Niangniang couldn't help but suggest:

"Little guy, why don't you stay here a few more days? It seems you can really annoy it."

Upon hearing this, the other sages also inexplicably felt...

This idea seems pretty good?

If Qin Le could stay here for a long time and occasionally make Chaos distract himself, wouldn't their efficiency in erasing his consciousness be greatly improved?

Although they couldn't understand why Chaos was so impatient and acted like a powder keg ready to explode when facing Qin Le.

Even when facing others, including saints like them, Chaos mostly treats them with aloofness and indifference, too lazy to communicate.

However, before the Earth Goddess could finish speaking and before Qin Le could respond, a small, lifelike clay figure, about the size of a palm, suddenly appeared on Qin Le's head and sat down steadily.

"You lot, it's one thing to be 'jailed' yourselves, but you actually want to drag my son down with you?" The little clay figure Nuwa said, hands on her hips, looking displeased. "Let me tell you, don't even think about it!"

Do you want her son to stay in this godforsaken place, glaring at the Chaos with these saints?

As the mother, she was the first to object!

Besides, if Chaos suffers a loss once, does it mean it will be foolish every time?

Even if Qin Le stays here, he will most likely just exchange a few insults with Chaos through the seal. Chaos will definitely not be able to easily separate its precious consciousness again.

Seeing that the goddess Nuwa had personally stepped in to protect her own, the sages could only exchange wry smiles and say no more.

They also knew that the same tactics might not be effective against Chaos.

Houtu Niangniang curled her lip and muttered, "Narcissist, what's wrong with letting him stay here? Anyway, I think he's quite bored."

The little clay figure Nuwa glanced at her: "Who said my son has nothing to do? I've already arranged things for him. But you lot—"

She abruptly changed the subject, her gaze sweeping over the other saints besides Houtu Niangniang: "Isn't it time to 'pay back' my son's debt?"

The meaning of this last sentence couldn't be clearer.

Qin Le restored ten clans, a merit beyond measure.

These sages, each having protected a newborn of one of their respective races, all received a share of heavenly merit untouched by karma.

Having received such a huge benefit, why can't you think of bleeding a little?

Nuwa would not allow it.

These words immediately gave the sages a headache.

Bai Ze was the first to react. He flipped his wrist, and a fist-sized, bright red fruit with an alluring Daoist aura appeared in his palm.

Qin Le recognized it at a glance; it was a Dao Integration Fruit.

One of the most precious natural treasures in the Three Realms, taking even one pill can help one directly overcome bottlenecks and achieve the Golden Immortal Dao Fruit.

Throughout history, this fruit has been a rare and precious treasure that is hard to come by.

The little clay figure Nuwa glanced at the Dao-Merging Fruit, her tone slightly disdainful: "It's not of much use to my son, but... it's a token of my affection, I suppose."

As she spoke, she waved her hand, and the Dao-Merging Fruit flew to her and was casually tossed into Qin Le's personal space.

"And you?" she asked, turning her gaze to the others.

Yuanshi Tianzun, Lingbao Tianzun, Daode Tianzun, and Donghuang Taiyi could only smile wryly as they each took out the gifts they had prepared and handed them to Qin Le.

Judging from Nuwa's still somewhat dissatisfied expression, it was clear that these gifts were only barely acceptable to her.

Having collected the debts, the little clay figure Nuwa seemed to have completed the main task of her trip. With a flicker, she transformed into a stream of light and disappeared into Qin Le's brow, returning to her sea of ​​consciousness.

At this moment, Laozi looked at Qin Le and asked with a kind smile, "Little fellow, where do you plan to go next?"

After a moment's thought, Qin Le answered truthfully, "This junior plans to make another trip to Tianyun City."

The more he learned about Li Jiuyuan's situation, the clearer a certain thought became in his mind.

His purpose in going there was to ask that senior's opinion in person.

"Very well, then go." Lao Tzu nodded with a smile and gently waved his whisk.

A stable spatial portal quietly unfolded before Qin Le, and the unique atmosphere of killing intent and chaos of the Tianyun City battlefield faintly emanated from behind the portal.

"This junior takes his leave."

Qin Le bowed respectfully to the seven sages again, then stepped into the spatial gate without hesitation.

The sages watched his disappearing figure, simply smiled and shook their heads, saying nothing more.

The sealed land has returned to silence.

Skyfall City, the heart of the battlefield.

Li Jiuyuan sat cross-legged in the void, suppressing the chaotic beast horde below, which resembled a black tide.

She suddenly sensed something and looked up to her side—a portal had opened there without warning.

"A spatial portal opened by a sage? Why does it point here?" A hint of doubt flashed in her eyes beneath the golden mask.

With her cultivation level, she could naturally perceive the vast aura belonging to a saint on the other side of the portal.

She only realized what was happening when she saw Qin Le walk out of the door.

"Why are you here again?" Li Jiuyuan asked, her tone tinged with confusion.

They haven't been apart for very long.

Qin Le smiled and flew closer, mimicking Li Jiuyuan's posture, and sat down cross-legged in mid-air opposite her.

"There's something I'd like to hear your opinion on, senior." Qin Le's smile faded, and his expression became serious.

"What is it?" Li Jiuyuan asked, puzzled.

Qin Le looked at her and said clearly, word by word, "The burden of human bloodshed you bear... have you considered transferring it to me?"

Upon hearing this, Li Jiuyuan replied almost without hesitation and decisively, "No!"

Although she didn't know why Qin Le suddenly had such a thought, the immense bloodshed she had accumulated from leading the human race and fighting against the demon race was her own choice, a heavy burden she was willing to bear for the future of the human race.

She absolutely refused to, and could not, pass it on to anyone, especially a junior like Qin Le.

As for whether it can be transferred?

The answer is yes.

In fact, if Li Jiuyuan were willing to be a little selfish and stop forcibly gathering and suppressing this murderous atrocity at the cost of her own cultivation, then most of this sin would immediately dissipate.

However, what follows is that it will be distributed among the entire human race in the form of karma, greatly weakening the human race's foundation and affecting the talents and potential of countless future generations.

This is a consequence that Li Jiuyuan absolutely cannot accept.

She chose to bear the burden back then to avoid such a future.

Qin Le was not surprised to see Li Jiuyuan refuse so decisively.

His expression remained serious as he slowly stated his reasons: "Senior Jiuyuan, time... is probably running out. The Three Realms need more sages."

Li Jiuyuan was taken aback: "What do you mean by that?"

"I just met with the true form of Chaos," Qin Le recounted the information he had obtained from his conversation with Chaos: "It admitted that it is waiting for a certain 'opportunity.' Although it's unclear exactly how long that will be, the time left for the Three Realms to prepare... is probably running out."

He combined Chaos's threat that "when the time comes, even Nuwa cannot protect you" with the strange situation of Chaos clearly holding back in maintaining the war in the Heavenly Realm, and came to a heavy and urgent conclusion.

"..."

Li Jiuyuan fell silent.

She certainly believed Qin Le's words.

As a quasi-saint who was stationed at the most brutal battlefield, she felt the unreasonable balance on the Heavenly Battlefield more deeply than anyone else.

Chaos must be plotting something.

If it is indeed waiting for a critical juncture, then the Three Realms must do everything possible to enhance their high-end combat capabilities before that happens.

The birth of a new saint is undoubtedly the most direct and powerful elevation.

only……

To make Qin Le, a junior, bear the weight of the eternal blood feud that is heavy enough to sever the path to sainthood.

The option itself made her feel an almost suffocating unease and resistance.