Chapter 519: Reshaping the Mountains and Rivers, The Heavenly Dao Mark

Zhou Chen looked coldly at the group of people groveling for mercy and spoke slowly.

"Whether you are wrong or not doesn't really matter."

"The most important thing is that your lives have come to an end."

"Forget it, I'm a kind-hearted person, so I'll reluctantly see you off."

As his voice fell.

He gently waved his hand once more.

It was as if he were brushing dust off the corner of his clothes.

The Libationers of Chaos Academy, Taixu Academy, Xuan Yuan Academy, and Tianji Academy, who were kneeling in mid-air…

As well as the overbearing Demon Lord Moluo and the ruthless Demon Saintess Liu Qianru…

And all the Demon Marshals and lackeys behind them.

Everyone's bodies, at the same moment, turned into a sky full of light specks and then dissipated with the wind.

Not a single trace was left behind.

From this moment on, the Tianxuan Continent was completely reborn.

"Alright, Old Jìjiǔ, it's done."

Hearing Zhou Chen's voice, the Old Jìjiǔ looked at the scene before him with trembling eyes.

The sky had become empty; those overbearing demons and those groveling traitors were all gone.

It was as if the scene of demons dancing wildly just now was merely an illusion.

He stared blankly at Zhou Chen, his lips quivering, unable to say a single word.

He had watched with his own eyes as Zhou Chen turned the world upside down with a wave of his hand.

The dark red sky that had shrouded the Tianxuan Continent for a hundred years like a nightmare was receding at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Like a curtain that had been dirty for a hundred years being slowly pulled back by an invisible giant hand, revealing the nostalgic deep blue behind it.

Sunlight—pure sunlight for the first time in a century—pierced through the clouds and spilled onto this land that had weathered so many hardships.

The earth no longer wailed. Those bottomless, hideous cracks were slowly healing at a speed that defied the Laws of nature under the bath of warm immortal power.

Water began to flow through the dried-up riverbeds again, and dead ancient trees actually sprouted tender green buds.

The nauseating smell of blood and rot in the air was dissipating, replaced by a fresh and familiar fragrance of soil.

Spiritual Qi—that Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi which had been so thin it was almost non-existent—began to revive from deep within the earth's veins, slowly nourishing this parched world like a trickling stream.

Although it was still a long way from returning to the grand scenery of a hundred years ago, everyone knew that the darkest era had passed.

The Tianxuan Continent seemed to have come alive once again.

And the one responsible for all this was just that young man in green robes standing there, whose clothes weren't even ruffled.

"From this day forward, Jixia Academy shall be the sole Legacy of the Tianxuan Continent and the number one power on the continent."

Zhou Chen's voice was calm, yet it carried an unquestionable authority, like a heavenly decree—his words became Law.

The Old Jìjiǔ's body shook as he snapped back to his senses. Looking at the familiar yet strange Zhou Chen before him, his heart was filled with a mix of emotions. Shock, ecstasy, awe… various feelings intertwined, finally manifesting as a deep, respectful bow.

"This old man… on behalf of the billions of living beings of the Tianxuan Continent, thanks little friend Zhou… no, thanks the Immortal Venerable for the grace of saving the world!"

He no longer knew how to address Zhou Chen.

Zhou Chen accepted the bow calmly; he deserved it.

He was about to say something when he suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky that had returned to its deep blue.

At that moment, a sudden change occurred!

The entire firmament of the Tianxuan Continent lit up with ten thousand zhang of golden light without any warning.

A vast, ancient, and supreme will awakened from the unseen, instantly enveloping the entire world.

In the face of this will, even Zhou Chen felt a faint sense of familiarity and respect.

This was… the Heavenly Dao will of the Tianxuan Continent!

It had awakened!

It was thanking Zhou Chen for everything he had done for this world!

The Old Jìjiǔ discovered to his horror that he could not move at all, and even his thoughts had almost come to a standstill.

He could only watch as endless golden light gathered in the sky into a brilliant pillar of light, piercing through space and landing directly on the center of Zhou Chen's brow.

Buzz—

Zhou Chen's body trembled slightly.

He did not resist, allowing that soft yet majestic power to pour into his Sea of Consciousness.

In the next moment, a massive amount of information exploded in his mind.

That golden light was not an attack, but a gift from the Heavenly Dao Origin!

It condensed into a unique golden mark on the center of Zhou Chen's brow.

With this mark, Zhou Chen's original body would be able to project a wisp of his Divine Soul back to the Tianxuan Continent at any time and place, ignoring any spatial barriers or Law restrictions.

This wisp of Divine Soul could use the power of the Heavenly Dao to condense a Clone with independent consciousness and the ability to act.

The strength of this Clone would be suppressed by the Heavenly Dao Laws to the limit that the Tianxuan Continent could withstand—the Tenth Layer Immortal King Realm!

"Wonderful!"

A sharp light flashed in Zhou Chen's eyes.

This was essentially a permanently valid VIP pass!

Although the Clone's strength was only at the Tenth Layer Immortal King Realm, it was an absolutely invincible existence in the Tianxuan Continent.

More importantly, it meant he could come back to visit whenever he wanted without having to go through Mortal World Heart Refining.

After all, Mortal World Heart Refining still carried some risk of losing oneself.

The original body could fight to the death in the Spirit Realm while the Clone lived like a local king in the Lower Realm, enjoying life.

The gift of the Heavenly Dao will came quickly and left just as fast.

When the golden light dissipated and the sky returned to calm, the Old Jìjiǔ finally felt his body regain control.

He gasped for breath, and the way he looked at Zhou Chen had completely turned into looking up at a deity.

"Immortal… Immortal Venerable, that just now was…"

"Just a small gift from this world's Heavenly Dao."

Zhou Chen touched the mark that had already faded into his brow and said casually.

He looked down at the recovering land and made a decision in his heart.

Although the mark was useful, the reconstruction of the Tianxuan Continent ultimately depended on the people of this land themselves.

He couldn't stay here forever.

It is better to teach a man how to fish than to just give him a fish.

It was time to cultivate his own people; after all, this was where he came from, and Zhou Chen didn't want to see it become a mess.

His Divine Sense instantly swept across the entire continent, finally landing on several familiar auras.

Inside the Small World of Jixia Academy, in front of a simple wooden hut, a determined-looking middle-aged man was chopping wood. His movements were steady and his aura restrained; it was Zhou Chen's father, Zhou Yuanshan.

In another place, Elder Xuan was sitting cross-legged on a green stone, guiding several children in their breathing exercises. His aura was even more profound than it had been a hundred years ago.

And then there were the women he had once crossed paths with: Xi Linger, Lin Xueer, Miao Dandan, Bei Nianyu, Chi Mei, Wang Liang… they had all survived the century of demonic infestation. Through the tempering of hardship, their Heart-Nature had become even more resilient, and their cultivation had reached the peak of what this world could allow.

He lifted his foot and took a step, his figure vanishing from the spot.

The Old Jìjiǔ only felt a blur before his eyes, and when he looked again, there was no sign of Zhou Chen.

He couldn't help but give a bitter smile; this Immortal Venerable's style of action was truly as elusive as a divine dragon.