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

Back in the Heavenly Courtyard, Qin Le sat cross-legged and stretched out his left hand.

On the palm of his hand, a fist-sized ball of light, shimmering with silver radiance, quietly appeared.

The sphere of light emanated a faint yet pure Daoist aura, and around it, space and time were silently distorted and folded.

This is the Great Avenue of Time and Space.

However, it was not the path that Qin Le comprehended, but rather a completely new path of time and space that he began to create from scratch using his own strength after finding the right direction two years ago.

Before finding the right path, Qin Le spent many years studying in depth the techniques created by Fuxi, the fire left by Suirenshi, and the imperial fire of Yandi.

After thoroughly understanding the essence of these three, he gradually cleared away the fog, clarified his direction, and finally embarked on a path similar to that of the departing pioneers—no longer limited to comprehending and using existing Daos, but attempting to create his own Dao.

However, his own basic strength was ultimately too weak.

It took him two whole years to barely construct the prototype of this spacetime highway. It will still take a long time before he can fully create a completely new highway.

If he were already a saint, this process could be countless times faster.

But there is no if in reality.

However, even this incomplete rudimentary form of the Great Dao has already brought about a fundamental leap in his strength, allowing him to steadily step into a new, indescribable level that surpasses even that of a saint.

As for what this level is specifically called?

He didn't know, but perhaps after he had completely completed his creation, he could ask those few outside the Three Realms and find out.

Qin Le raised his right hand, and a wisp of condensed silver light seeped out from his fingertips, slowly merging into the nascent form of the Great Dao of Time and Space in his left palm.

The sphere of light glowed slightly, and the Daoist aura seemed to solidify a little, while the structure was slightly improved.

……

Time flies by in silent creation, and another twenty years have passed.

That afternoon, Qin Le added the last wisp of silver Dao principles into the nearly perfect sphere of light in his palm.

Om-!

The sphere of light suddenly dimmed, transforming from ethereal to tangible, becoming a perfectly formed silver Dao seal that seemed to contain endless mysteries of time and space, silently floating in the air.

The moment it was fully formed, Qin Le clearly felt that the karmic connections of all living beings that had once been inseparable and incredibly heavy were gently and absolutely pushed away and isolated by an invisible force, so that they could no longer touch him in the slightest.

Moreover, he felt an unprecedented sense of freedom.

The constraints of realms, the limits of power, the shackles of rules...

All the boundaries that were once considered insurmountable now appeared blurry, fragile, and even... meaningless in his eyes.

With just a thought, he can cause all things to be born and die, and reshape all paths; it seems that nothing can limit him.

"Finally... we succeeded."

A smile appeared on Qin Le's face, conveying the relief and ease of finally reaching the other shore after a long and arduous journey.

At this moment, he finally possessed the power to fulfill his promise and change the predetermined tragedy.

But he did not act immediately.

He got up, walked out of the quiet room, and went into the courtyard, letting the warm sunlight bathe his whole body.

He raised his head, but his gaze did not fall on the sky. Instead, it pierced through all the barriers of the Three Realms and looked at the eight surrounding dojos that existed in the boundless chaos.

It was as if I sensed something.

In the chaos, the eight gates of the Daoist temples opened simultaneously.

Nuwa, Fuxi, Suiren, Shennong, Yandi, Huangdi, Dijun, and Chiyou emerged one after another, their gazes meeting those of Qin Le within the Three Realms across the endless chaos.

Nuwa's face beamed with undisguised joy as she waved vigorously in Qin Le's direction, her mouth seemingly saying:

Come out now!

Qin Le smiled. He took out his phone and sent a message to his parents: Dad, Mom, I'm leaving the Three Realms for a while to take care of some things.

Then, he copied and pasted the same sentence into the group chat of those close friends.

After saying goodbye, he took a step forward.

There was no spatial fluctuation, no earth-shattering momentum.

The next moment, his figure appeared directly in the chaos, standing in front of Nuwa.

"Mother Nuwa, I succeeded!" Qin Le said with a smile.

"Great, really great!" Nuwa reached out and habitually ruffled Qin Le's hair, her eyes full of satisfaction: "Mom knew you could do it."

"My path is not lonely." Fuxi stroked his beard and smiled, his eyes full of approval: "Finally, another successor has successfully 'created the Dao'."

Qin Le respectfully greeted each of the eight pioneers present.

After a brief moment of reflection, he couldn't help but say, "However, I feel... that I still have a considerable gap compared to you seniors."

"Silly child," Nuwa chuckled, "You've only just taken your first step in creating the Dao, so it's perfectly normal to have a gap. There's a long road ahead, just take it slow."

"Okay." Qin Le touched his nose, no longer dwelling on the issue.

"Little Lele, come with Mommy, I have something to show you." Nuwa suddenly grabbed Qin Le's hand and led him to her temple without saying a word.

Upon seeing this, Fuxi and the others simply exchanged smiles and did not follow, each returning to their respective temples.

Nuwa's sacred site was not made of gold and jade, but rather filled with natural vitality.

She led Qin Le to a place where a huge, crystal-clear sphere floated.

Inside the sphere are countless tiny, shimmering points of light, each radiating a unique and resilient wave of life.

Qin Le looked at the crystal ball, then at the barely concealed, slightly mischievous smile on Nuwa's face, and couldn't help but twitch his lips.

Although he had suspected it beforehand, seeing it with his own eyes still left him somewhat speechless.

"Here," Nuwa patted the crystal ball, her tone light and cheerful, "Take them all back."

"Mother Nuwa," Qin Le sighed, his tone dejected, "I suddenly feel that all these decades... I've been trying so hard, it's been like I've been a clown."

Isn't that right?

For decades, he has been single-mindedly striving to become stronger, all in order to bear the blood debt and reverse the tragedy.

Now they're telling him that the ingredients for the tragedy have been carefully preserved and are just waiting for him to sign for them?

His previous solemnity, determination, and sense of mission suddenly seemed somewhat superfluous.

"How could that be?" Nuwa ruffled his hair again, her smile warm yet mischievous. "Now that you've successfully created your own path and possess true power, you can go wherever you want and do whatever you want. Isn't that wonderful? That's exactly what your mother wanted to see."

"...I'll go back and finish what I need to do first." Qin Le said helplessly, but a smile appeared in his eyes.

He raised his hand and put the crystal ball containing countless true spirits into his personal space.

"Go on, go on, get it done quickly. Then... go out and have some fun! There are plenty of interesting places beyond the Three Realms!" Nuwa waved her hand, her eyes full of anticipation.

"understood."

Qin Le nodded, and in a flash, he disappeared from Nuwa's dojo and stood once again in the chaotic void.

But he did not immediately return to the Three Realms. Instead, he turned his head slightly and looked in a certain direction deep within the chaos.

There, a cold, massive, and malicious gaze was fixed on him.

"Hey, long time no see, Chaos." Qin Le waved and smiled in the direction of the gaze.

"Get out!" A violent and aggrieved thought crashed down.

Clearly, the emergence of another entity capable of completely suppressing it has greatly displeased the Chaos entity.

Qin Le smiled and said nothing more.

Once you're outside the Three Realms, many things become clear.

At this moment, he is actually inside the body of chaos.

The Heavenly Dao of the Three Realms, and even the many other worlds floating within the chaos he perceived, were in fact drawing upon the origin of chaos in a gentle and continuous way, transforming it into the spiritual energy that fueled their own operation and the foundation of all things.

Simply put, chaos is an inexhaustible super energy source, or rather... a power bank, for worlds like the Three Realms.

Although the primordial energy generated by Chaos every moment is vast and boundless, the amount absorbed by the Three Realms is not even a drop in the ocean. However, the feeling of being taken advantage of is obviously very unpleasant for Chaos.

However, Qin Le has no interest in exploring the mysteries of other worlds within the chaos at the moment.

He had to go back and get the important business done—and do it thoroughly.

What Nuwa and the others preserved were only backups of those who were Earth Immortals or above, whose true spirits had not yet entered the cycle of reincarnation.

Those below the level of Earth Immortal who have already entered the cycle of reincarnation are not included.

Qin Le wanted everything.

With a thought, he returned to the Three Realms.

He took out the crystal ball, and with a slight thought, countless true spirits were gently drawn out from within.

Qin Le activated his newly born power, which transcended all rules, transforming it into the most primordial vitality and the Dao of Creation, enveloping every wisp of true spirit.

As the light shimmered, the true spirit swiftly absorbed power, its soul reshaped, and its flesh and blood regenerated...

One familiar or unfamiliar figure after another quickly solidified and revived in the light.

They looked around blankly at first, then Qin Le's calm voice rang out in each of their minds, explaining the cause and effect, the ins and outs.

After a brief moment of astonishment came boundless gratitude.

The resurrected ones bowed deeply in the direction of Qin Le, then could no longer contain themselves. They transformed into streaks of light and flew off in all directions to search for their long-lost relatives, loved ones, and comrades-in-arms...

Qin Le smiled slightly and did not stop.

He stretched out his hands, his ten fingers seemingly passing through an invisible barrier, gently probing into the ever-flowing river of time and space.

His gaze traveled upstream along the long river, locking onto every corner of those more than a thousand years of war.

Whenever he saw a being from the Three Realms perish in the struggle against Chaos, and its true spirit was about to or had just entered the cycle of reincarnation, he would gently reach out with his finger.

One, ten, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand, a hundred thousand, a million, a hundred million...

Countless figures were rescued from their past deaths and brought directly to the present.

They retained their memories and state from the last moment before their fall, appearing before Qin Le with stunned expressions.

But this is not a simple resurrection. Retrieving people from the past on a large scale would severely disrupt the cause and effect of spacetime, and might even lead to the collapse of the natural order.

Therefore, for every battle-worn person retrieved, Qin Le would simultaneously create a new soul from the downstream of the river of time and space, and accurately send it back to the reincarnation channel and reincarnation node that the battle-worn person should have entered.

New life fills the void. The total number recorded in the Book of Life and Death by Heaven remains unchanged, a closed loop of cause and effect.

For him, this operation was effortless.

Those who were resurrected and died in battle instantly understood everything.

They looked at Qin Le, their eyes shifting from bewilderment to shock, and then to boundless gratitude. They bowed deeply in gratitude, and then, filled with excitement and eagerness, scattered and went their separate ways to their respective destinations.

Until Qin Le pulled out a figure—a middle-aged man with a thin face.

He appeared before Qin Le, first looking around blankly, then his gaze fell on Qin Le's face, and his eyes widened in disbelief:

"Xiao Le?! You're Xiao Le, right? What are you doing here? Where...where is this? I'm already..."

It was Qin Le's maternal grandfather, Lin Yang.

While continuing to retrieve people from the River of Time, Qin Le turned to his grandfather and smiled, "Grandpa, we'll talk about the details later. I'll finish up now. It'll be done soon."

"well……"

Lin Yang nodded blankly, watching his grandson stand in the void, constantly pulling figures out of a silver river. The scene was far beyond his comprehension, making him wonder if he was still in some bizarre dream.

About half an hour later, Qin Le stopped what he was doing. Everything that needed to be retrieved had been retrieved.

Those who betrayed the Three Realms and brought about their own destruction are naturally not included.

After the last group of resurrected individuals understood the reason and left gratefully, the void returned to silence, leaving only Qin Le and his maternal grandfather Lin Yang.

Qin Le then turned around, walked to her grandfather, and used the simplest and most understandable language to briefly recount the events of the past few years and her current situation.

Lin Yang was stunned and remained speechless for more than half a minute before slowly digesting this unbelievable information. He looked at Qin Le as if he were looking at a living myth.

"Grandpa, this is for you."

Qin Le flipped his hand and took out a spirit fruit that was entirely crimson and exuded Daoist charm, and handed it to Lin Yang.

"This, this is... the Dao Integration Fruit?!" Lin Yang took it, feeling the powerful Dao aura within, his voice trembling slightly.

This thing was, to him, a supreme divine object that existed only in legends and ancient books!

His grandson just casually took it out?

Although I had just heard about my grandson's great achievements, the impact of the Dao Fruit was clearly more direct and shocking.

"Okay." Qin Le nodded with a smile. "Please keep this safe. Let's go home. Grandma, and Mom and Dad, they miss you very much."

Before the words were even finished, space itself distorted slightly. The next instant, the two of them appeared directly in the mortal realm, in the living room of Qin Le's parents' house.

Qin Le's parents, grandmother, and other relatives who had rushed over upon hearing the news fell into a deathly silence when they saw Qin Le suddenly appear and the figure beside him that haunted their dreams and whom they dared not even imagine.

Immediately, incredulous exclamations, tears of joy, and trembling embraces filled the room.

Meanwhile, similar scenes are unfolding simultaneously in countless corners of the Three Realms.

The ecstasy of finding what was lost, and the tears that flowed across the face of death, washed away the sorrow and regret that had accumulated over the years.

All living beings understood.

The young man who once made that promise has, in an incredible way, fulfilled his duty to all beings in the three realms.

A truly perfect and brand-new era has begun.