337: Chapter 335 The Demonic Chaos Ends, the Emperor's Body is Reforged

The six Void Refinement Divine Lords originally intended to purge the remaining Yao Race together, but in the end, five of them acted separately.

The Supreme Elder of Cangwu Divine Mountain was responsible for the East Xuan Region, the Supreme Elder of Taixu Grotto-Heaven for the West Ming Continent, the Hall Master of Myriad Demon Hall for the Tianbei Region, the First Palace Master of Star Palace for the Tiannan Region, and the Valley Master of Samsara Valley for the Endless Sea.

Five people, five directions, and in just five days, all the great Yao of the Soul Transformation Stage and above within the Xuanhuang Small World were completely slaughtered.

Those Yao Cultivators of the Nascent Soul Stage and Golden Core Stage were leaderless and collapsed in disarray.

Some fled back to the Cangmang Demon World, some hid in deep mountains and vast marshes, and others were besieged by local Cultivators.

The remaining small Yao were no longer a cause for concern.

The Founding Ancestor of Divine Forging Sect sent sound transmissions to various Sects, instructing them to clear out the remaining Yao Race in their respective jurisdictions.

As the news spread, all the major Sects responded one after another.

Cultivators emerged from their hiding places and began to retake lost territory.

The remnants of the Zifu Immortal Dynasty also gathered again under the leadership of the Princess Royal's former subordinates, beginning to rebuild Tianyuan City.

Yun Ming and the Founding Ancestor of Divine Forging Sect did not participate in the purge.

As soon as the great battle ended, the two of them tore through the Void Realm and headed straight for the Zifu Immortal Dynasty's imperial palace.

The Old Emperor was located deep underground in the imperial palace.

It was a vast secret chamber, its walls covered in formation patterns.

The formation patterns were still operating, but their light had dimmed significantly, clearly having suffered severe impact during the great battle.

In the center of the chamber sat a cold jade bed, carved from ten-thousand-year black ice and emitting wisps of cold air; it had once been a supreme treasure for closed-door Cultivation, but now it had become a bed maintaining The Old Emperor's final sliver of life.

The Old Emperor lay upon it, his robes tattered, covered in wounds.

His complexion was ashen, his eye sockets deeply sunken, his lips purple, and his breath was so weak it was almost imperceptible.

His left arm was severed at the shoulder, the stump charred black, with no bloodstains—the blood had long since drained away.

There was a piercing wound in his chest, running from the front to the back; one could see the broken ribs and shattered internal organs inside.

The edges of the wound still retained the corrosive Yao power unique to the Yao Race, constantly eroding the surrounding flesh.

His Dantian was empty, and his Void Refining Early Stage Nascent Soul was mostly shattered, with only a few fragments barely maintaining his life.

Those fragments were like a candle in the wind, liable to be completely extinguished at any moment.

He had only one breath left.

The Founding Ancestor of Divine Forging Sect crouched by the cold jade bed, reaching out to grasp The Old Emperor's wrist, his spiritual power probing inside.

That spiritual power wandered through The Old Emperor's body like a gossamer thread, and wherever it passed, there was nothing but ruins.

The Founding Ancestor's brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and fine beads of sweat seeped from his forehead.

A moment later, he withdrew his hand and shook his head.

He did not speak, but Yun Ming understood his meaning.

The Old Emperor's body was completely exhausted; it was not something that could be repaired by spiritual power.

His Meridians were broken, his Dantian shattered, his Nascent Soul damaged, and his internal organs were all displaced.

Being able to live until now relied entirely on his Void Refining stage cultivation to hold on.

But he could not hold on for much longer, perhaps a few hours, perhaps even shorter.

The Founding Ancestor of Divine Forging Sect took a Medicinal Pill from his sleeve, stuffed it into The Old Emperor's mouth, and channeled a stream of pure spiritual power to dissolve it.

The Old Emperor's complexion improved slightly, but it remained ashen, like the final flare of a dying light.

The Founding Ancestor's hand pressed against his chest, with spiritual power pouring in continuously, like a trickling stream nourishing parched land, repairing the broken Meridians and shattered internal organs.

But this could only stabilize the injuries; it could not cure the root cause.

The Old Emperor was too old; his Lifespan had already been running low, and this great battle had exhausted his final vitality.

That he could live until now was already a miracle, a result of obsession, his final attachment to this land.

Yun Ming stood to the side, watching The Old Emperor's aged face, silent for a long time.

Then, he took a leaf of enlightenment tea from the map of mountains and rivers.

A faint golden light emerged from the edges of the scroll, and a verdant green leaf drifted out from the map, landing in Yun Ming's palm.

The leaf was dripping with vibrant green, and golden patterns flowed along its veins, like the embodiment of the Dao Laws, emitting a faint spiritual light.

That spiritual light was not dazzling, but it possessed a charm that calmed the mind, as if one could forget the troubles of the world just by glancing at it.

He handed the leaf to the Founding Ancestor of Divine Forging Sect.

The Founding Ancestor of Divine Forging Sect's gaze fell upon the leaf, his pupils shrinking violently.

His hand paused on The Old Emperor's chest, and the transmission of spiritual power was interrupted for an instant.

enlightenment tea—the legendary supreme treasure.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the shock in his heart, took the leaf, and gently stuffed it into The Old Emperor's mouth.

The action was cautious, as if placing a fragile piece of porcelain.

The Old Emperor's body gave a sudden jolt.

The emerald green spiritual light surged in from his throat, like a rushing river, flowing along the Meridians to every part of his body.

Wherever the spiritual light passed, withered wood encountered spring, and broken Meridians were reborn.

His complexion improved at a speed visible to the naked eye: the ashen hue faded, replaced by paleness, and then the paleness also faded, replaced by a faint, vibrant flush, like the rising morning sun.

At the stump of his left arm, new granulation tissue began to grow, wriggling at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The bones formed first, white as jade; the Meridians followed, winding like golden threads; and finally, the flesh covered it, reconstructing layer by layer.

The piercing wound in his chest was also healing; the broken ribs reconnected, emitting faint clicking sounds; the shattered internal organs were restored to their original state; and the residual Yao power was forced out by the spiritual light, dissipating into the air as a wisp of black smoke.

His cultivation surged—climbing all the way from the fallen Void Refining Early Stage, through the Middle Stage, Late Stage, and Great Perfection, before stopping.

It was not because the medicinal power was insufficient, but because the Laws of the Xuanhuang Small World were incomplete and could not support him in continuing to break through.

What he lacked was not just medicinal power, but also the opportunity, and the recognition of a complete world.

The Old Emperor opened his eyes.

Those eyes were no longer murky, but clear as before, as bright as a youth's.

He looked at the Founding Ancestor of Divine Forging Sect, then looked at Yun Ming, his lips moving as he uttered a hoarse but smiling remark:

"You have returned?"

The Founding Ancestor of Divine Forging Sect nodded: "Returned."

The Old Emperor struggled to sit up, looking down at his newly grown left arm, clenching his fist, then relaxing it.

The arm was white as jade, forming a stark contrast with the aged right hand.

He raised his head and looked toward Yun Ming, his gaze filled with complex emotions—gratitude, surprise, and a hint of inquiry.

"enlightenment tea... you were the one who took it?"

Yun Ming did not deny it, simply saying: "A single leaf, it is nothing."

The Old Emperor smiled. The smile was faint, but genuine, like ice and snow beginning to thaw.

"Nothing?" He shook his head, "To say such a supreme treasure is nothing, that is spoken rather lightly."

Yun Ming did not reply, only moving the corners of his mouth slightly, which counted as a response.

Seeing that The Old Emperor was fine.

The Founding Ancestor of Divine Forging Sect sent sound transmissions to the other five Void Refinement Divine Lords, asking them to come and discuss subsequent matters.

Although the Yao Race had retreated, the Cangmang Demon World still existed, the Zifu Immortal Dynasty was in ruins and awaiting reconstruction, and the incomplete Laws of the Xuanhuang Small World also needed to be resolved; there were too many things that needed to be discussed.

Having done this, he turned around and looked at The Old Emperor: "You rest first. When they arrive, we will discuss what to do next."

The Old Emperor nodded and lay back down on the cold jade bed.

Although his injuries had healed, his body was still very weak and needed time to recover.

The newly grown Meridians needed spiritual power to nourish them, and his cultivation Realm needed to be stabilized; none of this could be achieved in a single day.

He closed his eyes, his breathing steady, and he soon fell asleep.

The sound of his breathing was steady and powerful, and he was like a different person compared to the one who had been on the verge of death before.