Nuwa, the goddess of immortality, said that cultivating immortality does not require spiritual energ

"So, in that case," Qin Le looked at the dying mass of chaos, then asked, "you haven't been going all out before because of some kind of 'agreement' with those people, right?"

This idea may seem arrogant, but the facts speak for themselves: before Qin Le's ascension stirred up the world, Chaos held an almost overwhelming advantage over the Three Realms.

If it weren't for the many variables brought about by Qin Le, the terrifying number and quality of the Chaos Beasts alone might have allowed a Saint to protect himself, but the other beings in the Three Realms would never have been able to survive until now.

"Heh..." Chaos's thoughts were filled with disdain: "If it weren't for the agreement, would these ants from the Three Realms even be worthy of stopping me?"

It had an agreement with those supreme beings: as long as they did not personally intervene in the war between the three realms, Chaos must launch attacks according to the intensity they set and must not wantonly crush them.

This agreement was unilaterally broken by Qin Le after Nuwa chose him and left behind a fragment of her soul.

From then on, Chaos truly began to act freely and without restraint.

"I see." Qin Le nodded, his tone calm. "Okay, I understand. I'll ask them about the rest of the questions myself. Now..."

He paused, his eyes suddenly turning cold: "Please, go to hell."

"Kill me?" Chaos chuckled weakly. "You think you can? Wishful thinking. What remains here is merely a slightly weaker 'avatar' of mine. My true form is far beyond your imagination."

"Understood." Qin Le's reply was completely calm, as if he had expected it all along: "I'll go and 'chat' with your main body another time when I have the chance. Now, please make this clone of yours disappear completely."

He no longer looked at the chaos, his gaze sweeping over the countless silent figures in the void, his voice clear and resolute:

"Everyone—let's do it. Let's give it its final journey."

With the order given, the people suppressed the turmoil in their hearts caused by the truth they had just learned, and once again activated their supernatural powers and magical treasures!

The flames of revenge must ultimately be extinguished by the complete annihilation of the enemy. As for the deeper secrets, as Qin Le said, they can be left for later.

The final purification has begun.

More than two hours later.

The last trace of consciousness belonging to chaos, like a candle flickering in the wind, was completely extinguished and dissipated under the endless onslaught of mental attacks.

On the spot, the vast primordial chaos lost all its activity, rapidly solidified and crystallized, transforming into a huge crystal with a diameter of over a thousand miles, its entire body grayish-black, resembling a piece of the purest black jade, quietly suspended in the center of the formation, emanating a pure yet incomparably silent chaotic aura.

The Chaos Avatar has perished.

Having avenged their great grudge, it should have been a moment of catharsis, jubilation, and tears of joy.

But at this moment, an unusual silence filled the void. Countless gazes, as if by unspoken agreement, once again focused on Qin Le.

The tip of the iceberg of the truth has been revealed, and they need to know more.

Qin Le could sense the complex emotions in those gazes—doubt, shock, anger, and a hint of bewilderment.

He didn't flinch, but simply tilted his head slightly, facing the empty void, and spoke softly, his voice carrying an indescribable weariness and perseverance:

"Mother Nuwa...can you tell me the reason? Why must it be done this way?"

The words fell.

A point of golden light quietly appeared between his brows, then floated out and quickly spread and changed in the air.

As the radiance faded, the figure of a woman dressed in a pale yellow fairy dress, whose beauty defied description, quietly emerged.

Nuwa revealed her true form.

Several sages nodded slightly in greeting. Countless beings below were deeply shaken, barely able to breathe, and instinctively felt an urge to prostrate themselves in worship.

Nuwa ignored everyone else; her compassionate eyes were fixed solely on Qin Le, a gentle smile on her face that seemed to convey a profound understanding of everything.

"The reason...didn't you already guess it?"

Qin Le remained silent.

He did indeed guess; he had a vague understanding of it ever since he saw that bloody and dark history before the Chaos invasion.

Introducing a powerful, dangerous external enemy capable of threatening the survival of all races forces an end to endless infighting and internal strife, uniting against the external threat. In the midst of blood and fire, order is rebuilt, consensus is forged, and true civilizational advancement and individual breakthroughs are fostered…

This is the most brutal, yet perhaps the most efficient, method of change and selection.

"The price... is too high." Qin Le gritted his teeth and squeezed out these words.

Rationally, he understood the choice of those sages; perhaps it was the only drastic measure to break the deadlock at that time.

But on a deeper emotional level, the mountains of bones, the seas of blood, the shattered families, and the agonizing cries of those who have lost their loved ones over the past thousand years...

These costs weighed heavily on his heart, making it difficult for him to easily say whether he understood or felt they were worthwhile.

Nuwa reached out and gently pinched Qin Le's cheek, her eyes as deep and unfathomable as an ancient well.

"Little Lele, change... has always been accompanied by sacrifice and bloodshed. There is no transformation without pain."

"I can't accept this." Qin Le suddenly looked up, her eyes red-rimmed, her voice trembling slightly: "Those who died... they shouldn't just be 'the price'!"

"If you can't accept it," Nuwa's smile deepened, carrying a peculiar encouragement and expectation, "then go and 'change' it. Go and change the 'predestined' tragedy brought about by this war."

"What... should I do?" Qin Le clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white.

"It's very simple." Nuwa's tone was as relaxed as if she were discussing what to have for dinner: "You just need to become stronger. Become strong enough, strong enough... like me. Then, you will naturally have the power to rewrite the tragedies of the 'past'."

To become as strong as Mother Nuwa...?

Qin Le was jolted, as if struck by lightning.

He stared blankly at Nuwa, countless thoughts flashing through his mind in an instant.

saint?

No, Nuwa and the others have clearly already surpassed the realm of saints.

That was a height he had never seriously considered, and even subconsciously avoided.

He had always been complacent, believing that with the protection of these powerful figures, his quasi-saint cultivation was enough to allow him to live a carefree life.

But at this moment, an unprecedented, clear and intense desire, like a seedling breaking through the soil, is growing and burning wildly in his heart!

It wasn't for self-preservation, for freedom, or even for uncovering the truth.

Rather, it was to... bring back those lives that should not have been lost, and to heal those wounds that could have been avoided.

"I...I understand. I know what to do."

Qin Le slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, all the confusion, struggle, and pain in his eyes had transformed into a rock-solid determination and an unwavering resolve.

Nuwa smiled with satisfaction and reached out to ruffle his hair: "Good boy. Mom... will wait for you outside."

Leaving behind these profound words, her figure transformed into specks of golden light and vanished into the air, as if she had never existed.

Silence reigned in the void. The crowd digested the astonishing information contained in Qin Le and Nuwa's conversation—rewriting the past?

What immense power would that require?

And Qin Le actually regarded it as a target?

Just then, Qin Le did something that surprised everyone.

Facing the countless beings of the Three Realms layered upon each other in the void, without any warning, he bent his knees and knelt down directly in mid-air!

"Everyone—" His voice wasn't loud, yet it reached every living being with crystal clarity, carrying a heavy, earnest tone: "Please...give me some time. I, Qin Le, hereby swear that I will give my all, exhaust my entire life, to give everyone...an explanation!"

"Qin Le!" Houtu Niangniang couldn't help but speak up, her tone filled with pity: "The root of this matter has little to do with you! Why do you take this heavy burden upon yourself?"

Many creatures, upon hearing this, also felt a mix of emotions.

Indeed, it was those departed sages who forged this millennium-long bloody war.

Qin Le was not only innocent, but also turned the tide of the war and made outstanding contributions. He had no need to forcibly bear this heavy blood debt and karmic consequences on his own shoulders.

Qin Le slowly shook his head, his kneeling posture unchanged, his tone resolute:

"They have been kind to me. Without them, there would be no Qin Le today. I acknowledge this kindness. So, I also have a responsibility to repay the 'debt' they left behind."

Clear logic, resolute determination.

A favor is a favor, and a debt is a debt.

He grew up thanks to their kindness, and therefore he was willing to bear the consequences and take responsibility for their sins.

This is Qin Le's unique code of conduct.

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent.

Admiration,感慨, helplessness, anticipation... all sorts of emotions intertwined in countless gazes.

"Holy crap! Old Qin, look!" Chen Yun suddenly yelled, breaking the silence. He pointed to the center of the formation, his eyes wide open: "That Chaos guy's corpse... is gone?!"

That shout instantly drew everyone's attention back.

All eyes turned to the spot where the chaotic crystal had originally been—

It was completely empty!

That giant gray-black crystal, with a diameter of a thousand miles and containing a vast and pure source of chaos, disappeared without anyone noticing!

Not even a trace of spatial fluctuation or energy residue was left behind, as if it had evaporated into thin air.

Almost simultaneously, the sages turned their gazes toward a certain direction deep in the void.

At the edge of their perception, a figure with black hair and red eyes, exuding a strange aura, was tearing through space at an astonishing speed, fleeing madly.

It was Ye Hongli.

The sages exchanged glances, but ultimately just shook their heads, neither intervening nor saying anything more.

……

Beyond the Three Realms, in a certain region of boundless chaos.

Eight magnificent temples, each with a distinct style yet exuding an aura of immortality, float silently along a mysterious trajectory, forming an invisible circle.

One of the Taoist temples, based on the principles of Yin and Yang, the Eight Trigrams, and the Hetu and Luoshu, quietly opened its gates.

Wearing an ancient Bagua Taoist robe, with an aura as profound as the starry sea, Fuxi slowly walked out.

He stepped on the chaotic currents of energy, as if walking in his own courtyard, and in a few steps he arrived at the gate of another seemingly simple but most vibrant Taoist temple, where the energy of creation was faintly circulating.

"Nuwa," Fuxi said calmly, "it's time to 'send' them all back."

The doors to the dojo slid open silently, and a figure wearing an exaggerated toad headgear and dressed somewhat comically jumped out.

The hood covered her face, revealing only a pair of bright eyes that seemed to see through all illusions.

"No rush," a muffled, slightly playful voice came from under the hood. "Let's wait another hundred years or so. Maybe our little Lele... will actually make it?"

Upon hearing this, Fuxi showed no surprise, but rather a knowing smile: "Alright. Since you already have a plan, then so be it."

Having said that, he said no more, turned around, and disappeared.

Nuwa also skipped back to the depths of her own dojo.

There are no magnificent palaces here, no dazzling array of rare treasures, only a space filled with endless vitality and a warm glow.

In the center of the space, a soft sphere of light, about one meter in diameter, floats, composed of countless tiny points of light.

Each point of light, though faint, is resilient, radiating a unique yet familiar vibration of life.

If any powerful beings from the Three Realms were here, they would be shocked to discover that the aura emanating from these points of light is exactly the same as the true spirits of the many Earth Immortals and higher beings who perished in the war against Chaos over the past thousand years and lost their qualification to enter the cycle of reincarnation!

Nuwa raised her hand and gently removed the comical toad headgear, revealing her stunningly beautiful face that could captivate all beings.

She gazed at the ball of light before her, her eyes filled with tenderness, anticipation, and a hint of cunning.

"Little Lele." She stretched out her slender finger and lightly touched the ball of light, as if touching Qin Le's forehead from afar, a bright and expectant smile curving her lips: "Mommy will wait for you for a hundred years at most. Good luck."

Within this sphere of light are the true spirits of all those who died in the war over the past thousand years and who met the criteria!

They were collected and preserved here by sages.

This was originally part of their plan—this test was ultimately just a test, not an extinction.

Once the chaotic avatars are destroyed and the trial is over, these true spirits will be sent back to the Three Realms and nurtured in a special way. Given time, they will all be reborn and reappear in the world.

This is the ultimate safeguard and compassion behind that costly transformation.

However, now that Qin Le's lazy and unambitious nature has finally been ignited, Nuwa, the mother goddess, has decided to postpone this step for a while.

century.

She gave Qin Le, and the child she had chosen, a final hundred years of buffer and sprint time.

If it succeeds, everyone will be happy.

If it fails... the true spirit will return to its rightful place a hundred years from now.

"Don't disappoint your mother..." Nuwa murmured softly to the ball of light, a smile on her face.

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