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After absorbing the complete causal Dao of Qin Le's sacrifice, the Xuanyuan Sword trembled slightly.

Immediately, a pure, golden sword light burst forth from the tip of the sword, soaring into the sky and instantly disappearing into the void above.

The next moment, another strange phenomenon occurred!

The entire sky, and even the vast expanse of the heavens as far as the eye could see, was suddenly painted into an endless expanse of gold!

A terrifying pressure, even more immense than when the ferocious weapon awakened Chi You's inner demons, suddenly descended!

However, this oppressive aura was completely different from the violent, static domain of Chi You's inner demon.

It was not targeted at any living beings in the Three Realms. The soldiers, celestial officials, and even the quasi-saints engaged in fierce battles below the Heavenly Court formation did not feel any discomfort or suppression.

Only the remaining four spheres of chaotic origin, along with the tens of thousands of quasi-saint-level intelligent chaotic beasts around them, were directly suppressed, their movements stiffened, and even the surging chaotic aura around them was frozen, rendering them unable to move!

Then, in the boundless golden sky, the tip of a massive golden sword, whose size was indescribable, slowly emerged.

The mere tip of the sword was enough to blot out the entire sky, radiating supreme majesty.

The Xuanyuan Sword, hovering in front of Qin Le, emitted a clear and joyful cry, transformed into a golden stream of light, surged upwards, and instantly disappeared into the tip of the colossal sword that blotted out the sky, merging with it.

Immediately, four golden beams of light, as solid as physical matter, separated from the phantom of the giant sword and fell down. They quickly condensed and shaped in mid-air, transforming into four solid giant swords, each a hundred feet long and entirely golden!

The four swords took shape without the slightest hesitation or fancy trajectory, and with an air of indifference, they fell straight down towards the four completely suppressed primordial chaos below!

Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!

Four soft sounds rang out almost simultaneously.

Those four powerful masses of chaos, which even put pressure on top quasi-saints like the Jade Emperor, vanished like fragile bubbles the instant the golden giant sword touched them.

Unable to put up even the slightest decent resistance, it silently exploded and dissipated, completely purified and annihilated by the golden radiance carried by the sword.

At the same time, the seven thin gray-black lines that extended from the gap in the sky and connected to the seven chaotic masses appeared as if they were being drawn together.

But before they could react, seven golden threads, as thin as hair yet even more refined and dazzling, appeared out of thin air, precisely wrapping around them and gently twisting them—

laugh!

The seven chaotic threads snapped instantly, vanishing without a trace.

At this point, all connections between the seven chaotic spheres and the Heavenly Flaw were completely severed and erased!

"It's done!" Qin Le's eyes lit up. "Mother Nuwa, it's your turn!"

"Okay~"

The little clay figure Nuwa smiled and responded, then lightly leaped from Qin Le's hair, her small figure instantly appearing directly in front of the pitch-black sky gap with a diameter of a hundred meters.

Faced with this enormous loophole leading beyond the Three Realms, she remained calm, raised a small hand, and gently brushed it towards the Heavenly Flaw.

A layer of golden light membrane, as thin as a cicada's wing yet flowing with rich vitality of creation and the Daoist principles of mending the heavens, appeared out of thin air like the softest veil. It adhered perfectly to the edge of the gap in the sky, then contracted inward, steadily covering and sealing the entire opening.

The light membrane rippled slightly before finally settling down, emitting a stable spatial fluctuation.

After doing all this, the little clay figure Nuwa flashed back to sit on Qin Le's head, and even swung her legs comfortably.

"Mother Nuwa, how long can this seal... last?" Qin Le asked, looking at the sky covered in golden light.

"Hmm... fifty or sixty years should be no problem." The little clay figure Nuwa tilted her head and thought for a moment, her tone relaxed: "That's enough time for Xiao Jiuyuan to become a saint and learn the 'Heaven-Mending Technique.' At that time, she can take action and completely repair this flaw."

Once the void in the heavens is truly filled, the Chaos entity, which resides within the Three Realms and has been sealed by several sages, will become completely trapped.

At that time, the sages will only need to spend some time and effort to gradually erase and purify its essence.

This war, which lasted for more than a thousand years, finally came to an end.

"That's good." Qin Le was relieved.

Given Li Jiuyuan's progress, there is a very high chance that she will become a saint within two or three years, and fifty or sixty years is more than enough time.

Before he finished speaking, the golden giant sword phantom in the sky moved again.

Another magnificent golden light cascaded down from the sword, like a golden waterfall, enveloping the tens of thousands of suppressed quasi-saint level chaotic beasts below.

A golden light swept by, silently.

The massive army of chaotic beasts, densely packed and enough to make any force shudder, vanished silently in the golden light, leaving no trace.

On the battlefield, the dozen or so Quasi-Saints of the Three Realms who had just escaped from the fierce battle, as well as the countless heavenly soldiers, generals, immortals, and gods watching the battle from the formation below, were all stunned by this miraculous and devastating scene, unable to recover for a long time.

The Xuanyuan Sword, powered at the cost of an entire Great Dao... its power is indeed terrifying, far exceeding imagination.

Immediately afterwards, the golden light began to recede inward, and the illusory image of the giant sword tip that had blotted out the sky slowly faded and disappeared.

A streak of light shot out from the dissipating phantom and landed back in front of Qin Le; it was the Xuanyuan Sword itself.

But now the sword's light receded, and it returned to its sheath, reverting to its unremarkable appearance, as if the earth-shattering power that had just annihilated chaos and purified all beasts was merely an illusion.

The sky cleared up, leaving only the gap in the sky covered by a golden film, hanging silently high above, reminding everyone that what had just happened was not an illusion.

Ye Li turned to look at the Jade Emperor not far away, a hint of undisguised envy flashing in her eyes, and sighed, "The prosperity and longevity of the human race's fortune... is truly admirable."

Racial fortune is not inexhaustible.

Once one's cultivation reaches the Golden Immortal level, one can vaguely sense the fortune of one's own race and, at crucial moments, pay a certain price to use it to carry out actions, which in itself will cause a slight loss of fortune.

However, since the Yellow Emperor hid the human race's fortune with the Xuanyuan Sword, the human race's fortune has been completely hidden. Not only can outsiders not find it, but even the human race itself cannot sense it or actively consume it.

This has led to the human race's fortune only increasing over thousands of years, making its foundation increasingly unfathomable.

This kind of preservation method, where nothing comes out and nothing comes in, is bound to make Ye Li, who has to carefully calculate and utilize the luck of the demon race, envious.

Upon hearing this, the Jade Emperor smiled slightly, with a hint of teasing, and said, "If the Demon Lord finds this method excellent, why not have your noble sages imitate it as well?"

Ye Li's lips twitched, and she said irritably, "I can't learn it."

This method seems wonderful, but in reality, the conditions are extremely harsh.

It requires a saint who is willing to sacrifice their own life treasure as a container and shackle. Once sealed, they will be hampered when it is truly necessary to use the race's fortune to resolve a great calamity.

The fact that the human race has been able to take such a risky move and remain safe to this day is inseparable from its large population, the abundance of talented individuals, and its ability to research and utilize various means to compensate for the lack of luck.

This comprehensive foundation and adaptability are the core elements that other races find difficult to replicate.

With the dust settled from the great battle, the quasi-saints from the demon race, the underworld, and non-heavenly court systems such as Yan Shiyun nodded to the Jade Emperor and others, then each opened a spatial gate and disappeared one after another.

They felt a little bitter—in this battle that could be called the ultimate showdown, they seemed to have failed to play the role of turning the tide as expected, and the limelight was almost entirely stolen by that kid Qin Le.

But then he thought, if Qin Le hadn't taken out his deadly weapon and sacrificed the Great Dao to power the Xuanyuan Sword, some of them, these quasi-saints, would probably have perished here today.

With Chaos personally taking action, its threat far exceeds that of ordinary Chaos Beasts. Qin Le's resurrection point mechanism may not be able to guarantee their safe resurrection in the face of Chaos's annihilation characteristics.

Once I understood this, my initial frustration turned into relief and gratitude.

Although they played a supporting role in this battle, their role in restraining the enemy was indispensable. Together with Qin Le, they each fulfilled their duties and worked together to repel the enemy.

Several Quasi-Saints from the Heavenly Court glanced at Qin Le, especially at the tiny clay figure the size of a palm on his head, and relaxed smiles appeared on their faces.

This decisive battle, which was expected to be extremely fierce, ended in such an economical way, with no one losing their lives. It was the best possible outcome.

Li Jiuyuan gave Qin Le a deep look, then reached out and grabbed Qin Le's shoulder. The space distorted slightly, and the next moment, the two of them were back at the entrance of the small courtyard where Qin Le lived.

Releasing her grip, Li Jiuyuan respectfully bowed to the little clay figure of Nuwa sitting atop Qin Le's head: "Mother, now that this matter is settled, Jiuyuan will return to continue her seclusion."

"Okay, hurry up and make the most of your time." The little clay figure Nuwa waved her hand.

Li Jiuyuan said no more, nodded slightly to Qin Le, turned and walked towards her own courtyard next door, and pushed open the door to enter.

In front of the courtyard gate, only Qin Le remained, along with the little clay figure on his head.

"Little Lele," the little clay figure Nuwa suddenly spoke, her voice tinged with curiosity, "You sacrificed a great road, now... how do you feel?"

"Feelings?" Qin Le blinked, carefully considering his own state, then shook his head blankly: "I don't feel anything special. It's just... all those things about 'cause and effect,' it seems like I've suddenly forgotten them all, leaving an emptiness, but also like I shouldn't have remembered them in the first place."

Seeing his confused look, as if he had lost a few dollars but couldn't remember exactly what he lost, the little clay figure Nuwa was speechless for a moment and could only roll her eyes slightly.

"Fine," she said, a hint of helplessness in her voice. "Go play by yourself, Mom's going back to rest for a bit."

After speaking, without waiting for Qin Le's response, a flash of light appeared, and he returned to his sea of ​​consciousness.