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“Ha ha ha!” Mie Sheng laughed maniacally. “Jian Wushuang, no one can save you now. Stop dreaming and prepare to die!”

Buzz!

Jian Wushuang clenched his fists, and his aura began to change.

His originally black short hair faintly turned blue.

This was Jian Wushuang’s Super Eternal Ancient Transformation.

Terrifying divine power directly forced Mie Sheng back thousands of miles.

Staring at Jian Wushuang in disbelief, Mie Sheng was too shocked to utter a word.

The massive commotion was clearly felt even upstream.

“This time, we will win for sure!” The Realm King gazed excitedly at Jian Wushuang.

So powerful, it felt like facing a Universe Master.

Now, he no longer believed Mie Sheng had any hope of turning the tables.

“Jian Wushuang, kill me!” Mie Sheng, with a tone like a Shan Jun’s, seemed to be pleading, tilting his head, devoid of any will to fight.

All he wanted now was for Jian Wushuang to end his life.

Buzz!

Unexpectedly, Jian Wushuang gathered a force of life and injected it into Mie Sheng.

“This is my repayment to you!”

Mie Sheng smiled bitterly, “Why bother?”

He knew what Jian Wushuang intended to do.

After repaying the favor, they would owe each other nothing.

“Do you have any last words?” Jian Wushuang asked his final question. He restored Mie Sheng’s divine power as a repayment for Shan Jun’s past kindness.

With his divine power restored, Mie Sheng was placed on the ground by Jian Wushuang.

He looked up at Jian Wushuang, thinking of the once naive boy, and said with a faint smile, “Tell Zhu Qi she had chosen the wrong man. Also, tell the Zhen Ling of Qishen Temple that the one from Moro Spacetime regrets it and was wrong.”

Wrong!

How heavy those words were.

But they came from Shan Jun’s mouth.

It was now clear that the Qishen had not abandoned the path of devouring but had become the path of devouring.

Swayed by Mie Sheng, he sought to advance further.

At that time, Qishen could have successfully passed the Tribulation.

If successful, he would now be a peak Eight Tribulations Realm powerhouse.

“I will,” Jian Wushuang nodded calmly.

The gentle look in his eyes disappeared in an instant.

Mie Sheng attacked first.

It was as if the terrifying Mie Sheng had returned.

“Jian Wushuang!!!”

Mie Sheng roared in anger, unleashing endless Death power. A long spear instantly formed in his hand, and his body grew to 10,000 feet.

Seeing the frenzied Mie Sheng before him, Jian Wushuang knew this was his request for him to act.

He had to fulfill it.

Clang!

He drew the Wanjie Sword.

The sword hummed.

As soon as the Wanjie Sword was unsheathed, it couldn’t help but tremble.

For a moment, the sixth sword of the Starry Sky Chronicles filled Jian Wushuang’s mind.

“Can even ancient times be rivaled?”

“Even the Immortal can be slain!”

Jian Wushuang unleashed all his divine power, focusing it on the sword.

The immense power shattered the surrounding spacetime.

The entire spacetime shattered, leaving only a vast abyss.

Buzz!

With a single slash, he left the most stunning color in the void.

The sword light covered the entire Northern Spacetime.

Countless cultivators gazed in awe at the power of this sword.

Mie Sheng, holding the long spear, laughed maniacally.

“Haha!” He swung the spear, facing death head-on!

As the sword light approached, his divine body and Origin Source began to shatter, and his consciousness started to collapse.

Before falling, Shan Jun and Mie Sheng split.

“…” Mie Sheng, in a daze, stared at the sword light and murmured, “After guiding so many souls, who will guide me?”

This was his final sentence in this world.

Shan Jun did not look at the sword light but at Qishen Temple.

With one glance, he saw through it.

He saw the woman in red.

Finally, he smiled.

He recalled the first time he encountered Mie Sheng in Moro Spacetime.

At that time, he was full of vigor!

The Eighth Tribulation seemed within reach, but Mie Sheng’s appearance gradually caused him to lose himself.

Now, looking back, he had lost far more than he had gained.

“Sorry!”

Shan Jun’s last glance was at Zhen Ling.

At the last moment, his figure twisted and reverted to its original form.

The blue sword light pierced through everything.

It leveled everything.

All ties of gratitude, enmity, and resentment were written off in one stroke!

Jian Wushuang held his sword, remaining silent for a long time.

Clang!

He sheathed his sword.

It was as if the murderous intent had also been retracted.

The void returned to tranquility, and rain began to fall from the sky.

It wasn’t blood, but a gentle, clear rain!

Jian Wushuang reached out to catch the rain, feeling a trace of warmth, even though the rain was cold.

“It’s over!”

Sizzle…

Inside Jian Wushuang’s Origin Source, the Supreme Treasure Divine Domain could no longer withstand his immense divine power and completely shattered at this moment.

Immediately, the suppression of the Northern Spacetime descended.

However, such suppression was nothing to Jian Wushuang now.

If he wished, he could break through any suppression.

After all, he had the combat power of a Universe God.

It was the saying from before: “One force can break ten thousand methods.”

“Whew!” Jian Wushuang was about to retract his aura and suppress his divine power when he noticed cracks appearing in his divine body and Origin Source.

“What’s going on?”

Jian Wushuang frowned.

The next moment, both his Origin Source and divine body completely shattered.

The feeling of tearing in his will arose spontaneously.

That heart-wrenching feeling could only be experienced by those who had tried it.

“Ah!!!”

Jian Wushuang clutched his head, and his figure slowly descended.

His vision blurred, and the last thing he saw was Wu Zuo and the Realm King.

Then he lost consciousness.

The calamity of the lower spacetime, or rather the entire Northern Spacetime, had finally ended.

However, apart from some strong individuals from Qishen Temple, no one knew what had happened.

The strong individuals from the middle spacetime were watching, and those from the upper spacetime were also observing.

Only the strong from the lower spacetime were mourning.

They mourned for those who had perished in this battle.

From the moment the Temple of World Annihilation appeared, many Dao Lords, Emperors, and Universe Masters had fallen, and now they could rest in peace.

For this reason, the Grave God Mountain had moved to the most central Original Universe of the lower spacetime.

Because all the tributaries of the lower spacetime had converged, there was only one spacetime river left in the entire lower spacetime.

Before leaving, Realm King personally penned a name for it!

“Fallen Spacetime!”

Fallen Spacetime!

With the Original Universe as its center.

After losing its strongest opponent, the expansion of Qishen Temple went extremely smoothly, without any opposition.

The current Original Universe had become a holy land in the lower stream or lower level spacetimes.

Countless cultivators yearned to enter the Original Universe.

The four secret realms of Qishen Temple had also become a thing of the past.

Their current role was the same as at the beginning, to cultivate heirs.

The first generation of heirs was carefully selected by Zhen Ling.

Apart from the Original Universe, the others were some of the top Dao Lords, who even mastered the ultimate way.

The number of strong individuals born was also the highest.

For instance, Shang, Lord Guangying, Gu Qianluo, and others.

The second generation of heirs was selected during the confrontation with the Temple of World Annihilation.

They were considered sect members.

The representative was Luo!

As for the third generation of heirs, they were extraordinary.

Realm King had tilted the Origin Source, bestowing the lower spacetime with vast Origin Source power, resulting in a massive outburst within a million epochs, producing several Universe Masters of the Seventh Tribulation.

As for the Eighth Tribulation realm…

That was a bottleneck.

Qishen Temple had only one individual of the Eighth Tribulation.

Even so, no one dared to underestimate Qishen Temple.

Because of that battle, many strong individuals from the middle spacetime came, and even the super strong individuals from the upper spacetime descended one after another.

They came to observe the traces left on the battlefield at that time, benefiting greatly, and stayed to cultivate.

Wu Zuo took the opportunity to charge an observation fee, fleecing everyone.

The strong individuals from the middle spacetime were no match for Wu Zuo, and the strong individuals from the upper spacetime, knowing Wu Zuo’s relationship with the Realm King, dared not do anything and obediently handed over their treasures.

It wasn’t that Wu Zuo was stingy.

But now, the expenses of Qishen Temple were huge.

The key was that Wu Zuo himself had also founded a sect.

Qishen Temple was the source of all sects.

The heirs also founded sects and accepted many disciples.

Finally, they were sent to Qishen Temple, in exchange for some treasures.

Wu Zuo didn’t recruit disciples for those treasures but rather had to send treasures to Qishen Temple.

Firstly, to fulfill his master’s dream of making Qishen Temple glorious again.

Secondly, to satisfy his own unfulfilled aspirations.

The Dao Palace he built had now become one of the top three sects in Qishen Temple.

In Qishen Temple, apart from the heirs of Tomb God Mountain, other forces were scattered.

For example, Yuanyang Palace.

However, the positions of the four halls were maintained.

A million epochs had passed, yet the battle from that time was still vivid in memory.

Everyone fantasized about the scene of that battle, but no one imagined who the combatants were.

Mie Sheng had become a taboo, rarely mentioned.

As for the other, everyone knew who he was.

Because his statue was in the desolate region of the far universe.

Desolate Region!

It was actually the original Great Wilderness.

It lay at the junction of the Tongtian Buddha Realm and the Great Si Region.

The birthplace of Qishen Temple.

The place where Jian Wushuang’s life changed.

It was also where he met Hu Qing.

The current Desolate Region was no longer desolate.

It had become the core of the Original Universe.

Because Qishen Temple was also located there.

Naturally, it was the center of the strong.

Whoosh!

On this day, two strangers arrived in the Desolate Region. Their attire was strange, and they had no aura, so no one noticed their arrival.

“So many cultivators!” said an older middle-aged man, standing in midair, looking at a small city, sighing, “Little Si World, this seems to be the hometown of Brother Wushuang!”

Beside the middle-aged man was a bald boy with green skin, clearly not a human cultivator.

“It is and it isn’t!” the boy said indifferently, “It should be the rebuilt version!”

“What a grand undertaking!” The middle-aged man sighed, feeling a bit sad as he thought of his own lost family and hometown.

The two did not stay long in the Little Si World, their figures slowly flying away, quickly leaving the Little Si World, heading towards the core of the Desolate Region, Qishen Temple.