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After a very brief period of stagnation... it began to rotate in the opposite direction, and it began to contract at an extremely fast speed!

The moment the gray sphere finished shrinking, the resulting shockwave swept across the entire arena.

Gu Xingzhuo and Jiang Shaoguang quickly stepped forward, each summoning their own magical artifacts and channeling their already scarce spiritual energy to shield Zhang Ruoxue and Fan Luokui with their own bodies.

Fortunately, the storm itself was not particularly strong; what was truly terrifying was the horrifying pressure that followed after the storm subsided.

thump……

Jiang Shaoguang and Gu Xingzhuo both groaned and immediately knelt down, spitting out blood.

Fan Luokui was so overwhelmed by the power that she could hardly breathe. Perhaps because she was a descendant of the Black Dragon King, she did not kneel down like Jiang Shaoguang and the other two, but her legs were still trembling and she could not move.

Zhang Ruoxue's physical body had already been damaged, and at this moment her face was as pale as paper, and the blood and qi that had stopped flowing out had now begun to flow again.

Such power...I've never heard of it before!

In an instant, all the creatures of the Desolate Sky Domain raised their eyes, humbly gazing up at the figure in the heavens.

A black and white maid outfit slowly drifted down, already riddled with holes and tattered.

The woman floating in the sky had beautiful long black hair and her snow-white clothes were spotless. She seemed to be walking on the void like an ethereal immortal, with a celestial breeze moving around her.

The delicate face no longer held the playful laughter, but rather the joy and satisfaction of achieving one's goal, and an undisguised arrogance and majesty in the eyes.

"Junior Sister Yu Chan...?" Jiang Shaoguang looked at the figure above with some confusion and murmured subconsciously.

However, Gu Xingzhuo reached out with great difficulty to stop Jiang Shaoguang, shaking his head and saying, "No... she's not Junior Sister Yu Chan..."

"It's definitely not..."

Fear flickered in Fan Luokui's dragon eyes. Even though she possessed the Black Dragon King's inheritance and should have been able to crush all living beings in terms of bloodline, she felt endless dread when facing the woman above who looked exactly like Ye Yuchan.

She immediately realized what was happening and exclaimed in disbelief, "Ye Xuanqiu...she is Ye Xuanqiu..."

"what……"

Ye Xuanqiu raised her head, a relaxed smile on her face.

The smile grew increasingly exaggerated and unrestrained, making him appear almost mad.

She murmured softly, "Only a saint's body can support my soul... Yu Chan, you have finally become a saint."

“I have waited so long for this moment... Now, I am whole.”

The next moment, the stunning woman in white looked up and laughed heartily, a laugh that came from genuine joy.

Upon seeing this scene, Gu Xingzhuo suddenly thought of something…

The scene Ye Yuchan described as seeing in the courtyard of the far eastern snowfield... seems to be the scene we see now.

At that time, no one could have imagined it.

Ye Yuchan was not seeing herself.

It was Ye Xuanqiu.

It’s over.

It's all over.

Hey 76. This is almost the ending, can't you two be serious for once?

That aura was almost something that didn't belong to this world.

It surpasses saints, demigods, and even the two former demon emperors who claimed to be true immortals.

No one can match it, no one can surpass it.

The tombstones standing in the Thousand Ghost Forest trembled one after another, filled with fear and apprehension at the arrival of the Source Ancestor. The chilling wind also stopped, the air condensed, and they silently awaited the arrival of the Source Ancestor.

The beings of the three celestial realms felt an unprecedented panic at this moment. They had no choice but to kneel before the newborn progenitor and greet this true creator in the most humble manner.

This applies to spirit beasts as well as cultivators.

Even the most powerful cultivators who considered themselves emperors, and even the most prestigious sect leaders, had to kneel in the direction where the ancestor was born.

Without exception.

The gray, gloomy sky was filled with thunderclouds. These thousands of lightning bolts were like cannons celebrating the rebirth of the primordial ancestor, flashing, leaping, and intertwining freely in the vast sky, emitting one explosion after another, causing all living beings in the three heavenly domains to fall silent and dare not utter a word.

Her snow-white clothes fluttered in the wind, her black hair swayed, and a gentle breeze inexplicably brushed against her cheek.

The woman tossed her hair aside, a smile playing on her lips. Her dark, jewel-like eyes radiated an arrogance and disdain that seemed to surpass all others. She merely glanced around before her cold, indifferent gaze fell upon Zhang Ruoxue and the others who were already stunned in the distance.

"Yu Chan..." Zhang Ruoxue murmured a moment ago, but the next moment, supporting her exhausted and aching body, she shouted towards the sky, "Ye Yu Chan, Ye Flathead, Ye Sand Sculpture!!"

Her voice was even somewhat heart-wrenching, like a fool trying to wake his best friend from a deep sleep.

However, these words only made the woman in white on the field frown slightly and show a disdainful look: "Ye Yuchan is dead. It's not like those TV dramas. No matter how loud you shout, the dead can't hear you."

Zhang Ruoxue immediately cursed out loud, pointing at Ye Xuanqiu and yelling, "You son of a bitch! That tablet could never die so easily!"

She disregarded her inner fears and biological instincts. Although her legs were trembling and her mind was filled with thoughts of kneeling before this woman, this girl was a hothead who almost lost her mind when she wanted to curse, and she would just rant and rave.

Fan Luokui and Jiang Shaoguang tried their best to circulate their spiritual energy to resist the terrifying pressure, while Gu Xingzhuo was panting heavily and looked extremely weak—he was now extremely fragile after being stripped of his life-and-death impermanence essence.

"Dead is dead, why all the nonsense?"

Ye Xuanqiu glanced coldly at Zhang Ruoxue, then put her hands behind her back and laughed, "Since I'm in a good mood right now, I won't waste my time sending you to the underworld. Before the world resets, you should be able to linger on for a while longer. Get lost."

Her tone revealed a pure languor.

Like a powerful emperor watching a few ants cursing below, for her, even stepping on those ants to kill them would be a huge hassle.

Moreover, this world is about to be reset, so even if we leave it alone, these ants will eventually turn to ashes on their own.

Everything will return to its original state.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ruoxue gritted her teeth and angrily shouted at Ye Xuanqiu in the sky, "If you have the guts, come down right now, and I'll beat your chest until it's deformed!"

Ye Xuanqiu raised an eyebrow slightly, her expression changing slightly, but she still did not react to Zhang Ruoxue's words.

Zhang Ruoxue took another deep breath and then shouted, "Ye Xuanqiu, are you a sore loser?"

"Give me back that idiot Ye Yuchan!"

"Tsk."

With Zhang Ruoxue's vulgar words echoing in her ears, Ye Xuanqiu turned her head impatiently, then casually slapped her right hand to the side.

"Noisy."

He finished speaking.

The sharp longsword, formed from the power of the Primordial Ancestor, pierced through the void in the blink of an eye and thrust towards Zhang Ruoxue's neck with unstoppable force.

That's a speed at which there's simply no way to react.

Even if Zhang Ruoxue were at her peak, this sword strike would have been enough to take her life in an instant.

Perhaps Zhang Ruoxue would only realize she was dead when her head hit the ground.

Too fast, too illogical.

It could even be said that this sword strike directly redefined the realm of speed. When the Origin Ancestor made his move, the laws of this world that were originally established would also change to some extent—and these changes could be done at will.

however.

It was that sword that shattered the void but didn't stir up any waves, the one that should have pierced Zhang Ruoxue's neck directly.

But it suddenly stopped less than three inches from the girl's delicate neck.

Ye Xuanqiu's expression changed drastically, and she looked in astonishment at the figure that had appeared there at some unknown time.

By joining his index and middle fingers, he easily caught the sword formed from the power of the primordial ancestor, and with just a little force, he crushed it completely.

She wore the same snow-white clothes, had black hair, and jet-black eyes.

But the momentum they exude is completely different.

If Ye Xuanqiu at this moment is in the form of a creator above all living beings, he is an unparalleled emperor, a radiant sun.

The young man who appeared in front of Zhang Ruoxue was like dusk before nightfall, a prelude to the arrival of indescribable darkness.

"That sand sculpture is pretty good."

The young man in white stood in front of Zhang Ruoxue; his seemingly frail body was as solid and reliable as a mountain.

With a calm expression, Yun Ping turned to his disciples. He smiled and glanced at Zhang Ruoxue and the others before his divine sense quickly swept across the three heavenly domains, confirming that all the disciples of Yuntian Academy, except for Ye Yuchan, were safe and sound.

I have to admit, that silly leaf sculpture was pretty well made.

Although the price was his own sacrifice, he protected the others at Yuntian Academy in this way.

If she were that silly girl who only knew how to run away when she encountered enemies and whose mind was full of escape, she wouldn't have done something like this.

That's what growth is all about.

A hint of satisfaction appeared on the young man's face. As a teacher, being able to watch his student grow little by little was the happiest thing in his profession.

"Why...why..."

Ye Xuanqiu tried her best to control her facial expressions, but the surprise on her cheeks was still unavoidable.

As she thought, it was questionable whether Yunping's physical body could return intact. She had seen Kunxuan's abilities before; he was the first primordial creator to awaken. Could it be that even he was no match for Yunping?

impossible!

Yunping's awakening time was too short. In terms of the lifespan of the Origin Ancestor, Kunxuan is currently in his prime, while Yunping is at most hovering around puberty. The difference between them is quite obvious.

But if Kunxuan didn't lose, why would Yunping be here?

"Are you curious?"

The old rogue chuckled, a smile that, as always, was incredibly irritating.

He stared at Ye Xuanqiu meaningfully and said, "If it were just me alone, I might not be a match for that old beast Kunxuan, but I didn't expect a good helper to appear out of nowhere."

"Help?" Ye Xuanqiu frowned.

She never imagined that Yunping would be able to find help.

No, what kind of people could Yunping possibly find as help? A demigod? A saint? Are you kidding me!

In Kunxuan's eyes, such beings were nothing more than ants, and could be crushed completely with a single thought.