# Chapter 2114: The Evil God's Final Memory
"They are the Pure Land Divine Guards?" Yun Che murmured.
The three wore no armor, but fine robes—clearly not Abyss Knights.
"Yes," Meng Jianxi replied telepathically. "They have no authority to judge, almost never leave the Pure Land in their lifetimes, and handle all matters of the Pure Land. In the eyes of the world, their status is lower than that of the Abyss Knights. But do not underestimate them because of this."
Those who failed the Pure Land trial and were unqualified to become Abyss Knights would be expelled from the Pure Land. However, if they passed the character trial within, they would have another choice upon leaving: to stay in the Pure Land and become a Pure Land Divine Guard.
But becoming a Pure Land Divine Guard meant they would likely never be able to step outside the Pure Land again for their entire lives, effectively abandoning their previous lives and binding their future lives as well.
Most Pure Land Divine Guards came from this path. Once they became Divine Guards, they almost never appeared outside the Pure Land, so the world knew very little about them. Their freedom, power, and status were all lower than those of the Abyss Knights.
However, Yun Che had learned from Hua Caili long ago that there was a small, extremely special group of Divine Guards.
The Divine Guards personally trained by the four Pure Land Divine Officials.
Beneath the Abyss True Gods, there were eleven people at the peak of the Divine Extreme Realm — the peak of human cultivation.
Six of them belonged to the six great Divine Kingdoms, while the Pure Land alone had five.
Of these five Pure Land Divine Extreme Realm pinnacle experts, one was an Abyss Knight, and the other four were Pure Land Divine Guards.
Under the Great Divine Official: Donghuang;
Under the Myriad Path Divine Official: Changying;
Under the Divine Immortal Official: Sushang;
Under the Six Laughs Divine Official: Yuanying.
Yun Che could not help but reply with a sigh, "In the Pure Land, even the most insignificant person cannot be looked down upon."
Even the most ordinary Pure Land Divine Guard was a quasi-knight who had not passed the trial... And to qualify for the Pure Land trial, one necessary condition was cultivation at the Divine Annihilation Realm.
In other words, every Pure Land Divine Guard had cultivation no lower than the Divine Annihilation Realm — in any other realm, they would be qualified to establish a sect.
This concept alone was terrifying to contemplate.
Stepping into the Light Realm, the world abruptly shifted.
The first impression the Pure Land gave Yun Che was only two words: plain and simple.
There was none of the splendor and grandeur one would expect from a realm of emperors, nor the oppressive solemnity naturally shrouding a supreme domain. Looking around, the buildings were sparse, but all kinds of verdant trees and blooming flowers could be seen everywhere.
All the energy here flowed with extraordinary gentleness, and there was no trace of anxiety or agitation from any living being. The light here was so mild it seemed to seep into one's heart, capable of easily calming all negative emotions.
Yun Che looked around and clearly felt everyone's breathing unconsciously slow down. The young disciples, beyond their awe and amazement, all showed expressions of intoxication.
Because this was the Pure Land — a world completely without abyssal dust, a fantasy realm that all abyssal beings revered and yearned for endlessly.
Meng Jianxi took a long, deep breath, then exhaled slowly, letting out an uncontrollable sigh: "Even though it's not my first time here, I still feel like I've stepped into a fairy realm... A world completely without abyssal dust."
"I've heard that in the 'Eternal Pure Land,' there isn't a single trace of abyssal dust in the entire vast world. It's unimaginable how beautiful that world must be."
"Living in such a world, no living being would ever have to worry about abyssal dust invasion. Ten thousand plants would grow naturally, ten thousand beasts would roam freely, countless races would thrive within it, and even a newborn infant could cry out wantonly... In such a world, life must surely exist in a peace we cannot imagine — without fear, struggle, or weeping. Even evil thoughts would be soothed by purity, making brutal conflict and slaughter rare."
Yun Che remained silent.
Meng Jianxi continued, "This audience with the Abyss Emperor will likely involve talk of the Eternal Pure Land. Brother Yuan, do you look forward to it?"
Yun Che showed longing on his face: "A world without abyssal dust — who wouldn't long for it?"
"It will come to pass."
Meng Kongchan suddenly spoke faintly from ahead: "That once distant fantasy land is now within reach. Perhaps in just a few short decades, you will be able to stand upon that Eternal Pure Land yourselves, and there, we will reopen and continue the future world of our Weaving Dream. Hahahaha."
Amid Meng Kongchan's laughter, Yun Che and Meng Jianxi wore the same expression, yet vastly different thoughts surged within them.
Then, Yun Che's expression suddenly froze, and his footsteps came to an abrupt halt.
"Brother Yuan, what's wrong?" Meng Jianxi stopped and asked.
"...Nothing." Yun Che shook his head, his demeanor composed. "Just momentarily lost in thought."
Meng Jianxi nodded knowingly: "That's perfectly normal. Having grown accustomed to abyssal dust, suddenly entering a world without it can shake one's perception. When I first entered the Pure Land, I also felt dazed several times."
For an abyssal cultivator stepping into the Pure Land, it was like a fish accustomed to filthy mud suddenly being thrown into crystal-clear spring water — it indeed had a huge impact on perception.
But setting aside the aspect of natural energy, the Pure Land, which seemed like a fairyland or holy land to abyssal cultivators, was nothing more than an ordinary world in Yun Che's perception.
Just now, a divine sense had enveloped him.
In that instant, his five senses felt as if they were sinking into an endless ocean — not knowing where they came from, not knowing where to return, seeing no end.
That single divine sense seemed enough to drown heaven and earth, to devour all worlds.
It lingered on him for a mere moment, yet it made Yun Che feel as if he had experienced an entire era.
"Just now... that was?" Li Suo's voice was extremely soft, carrying the deepest and heaviest worry since her awakening.
Even as she asked, she already knew the answer.
"He found me." Yun Che was very calm, both in tone and in heart.
"Have you... truly decided how to face him?" Li Suo asked, every word laden with worry she could not release.
"Yes. Don't worry."
Yun Che's voice was soft, his heart calm — spoken to Li Suo, and even more to himself.
A sharp pain came from the depths of his soul sea, gradually intensifying.
It came from the last two memory fragments of the Evil God Ni Xuan.
They had been triggered and shattered by the presence of "him."
And this pain told Yun Che that the emotional fluctuations carried by these final memory fragments were far stronger than all the previous ones.
The Pure Land Divine Guards led them into a courtyard. The furnishings were extremely simple, lacking any of the expected elegant guest items — only dozens of meditation arrays used for calming the mind, and the most eye-catching were still the verdant trees and blooming flowers.
But none of the noble people from the Divine Kingdoms dared to reach out and touch the flowers and trees here, as if afraid of defiling them.
A Pure Land Divine Guard said gently, "It is still early. Please rest here temporarily, Dreamless Divine Venerable and honored guests. When the time comes, the Abyss Emperor will summon you. Also, the Pure Land is strictly divided into zones with many restricted areas. Please do not wander around."
"Mm." Meng Kongchan nodded. "Have the other Divine Kingdoms all arrived?"
The Pure Land Divine Guard replied, "Currently, only Weaving Dream and Zhe Tian have arrived. Guests from the other four Divine Kingdoms and the Dragon God Clan are still on their way."
The Pure Land Divine Guard left, leaving no attendants.
But no one would think the Pure Land was being discourteous.
The pain in Yun Che's soul sea grew more intense. He allowed this unease to show on his face.
Meng Kongchan noticed and said with concern, "Entering the Pure Land for the first time, one's mind can easily be unsettled. Since your cultivation is still shallow, it's even more likely. If it becomes unbearable, just sit and calm your mind for a while — you'll adapt to the natural energy here."
"Alright." Yun Che obeyed, then said very softly, "If Caili comes, please conceal this, Divine Venerable."
"Oh?" Meng Kongchan showed surprise, then laughed heartily. "What a stubborn lad — you don't want to show any weakness to the one you love. Don't worry, this father will personally keep watch for you."
Yun Che said no more and quickly went to sit in one of the meditation arrays, then deployed a barrier of isolation, letting his consciousness sink into the newly shattered memory fragments.
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A vast, boundless world was swept by calamitous storms.
The sky was dislocated, the earth trembled, and countless cracks tore through space every instant, as if countless lightning bolts were wildly raging between heaven and earth.
Even across such a distant era, Yun Che could still discern from the unique gray-white hue of the sky that this was the world of the Tai Chu Divine Realm.
But what was unfolding in the Tai Chu Divine Realm was a primal calamity beyond ordinary imagination.
Ni Xuan's long hair was disheveled. His face, once peerlessly handsome, was now only ashen and pallid, covered with layers of terrible wounds overlapping each other. His outer robe looked as if it had just been pulled from a pool of blood, drenched in crimson.
He moved his upper body slowly, struggling to rise like a withered old man. But then, he fell heavily to his knees again, the blood of a Creation God madly dripping from countless wounds on his body, staining the primal land beneath him.
He was the Element Creation God, the supreme existence of that era. No one could imagine — not even he himself had ever thought — that he would one day be so grievously wounded, so wretched, so anguished.
Before him stood a tall man in golden robes.
His features gave a remarkably clear impression of being carved by a sword.
The first glance at his face would clearly bring the word "righteousness" to mind.
As if before that face, no law could be violated, no rule could be trampled, no fault could be forgiven lightly, and no evil could be allowed to exist.
He was the foremost of the four Creation Gods, the most supreme existence of that era:
The Heaven-Slaying God Emperor — Mo E.
In his hand, he held a large sword. The sword was of an ancient bronze color, its body plain, its edge dull without any sharpness, and without any sword pressure or intimidating aura. Even if it fell into the mortal world, it would be nothing more than a piece of ordinary iron that no mortal cultivator would spare a glance.
Yet it bore a name that shook heaven and earth.
The Ancestral Heaven-Slaying Sword.
Ranked first among the seven Xuan Heaven Supreme Treasures, the first sword in the chaotic world, the ancestor of all weapons across countless ages throughout the chaos.
He held the Ancestral Heaven-Slaying Sword, standing quietly between heaven and earth. Even if the sky collapsed and the earth sank, even if storms engulfed the world, he stood as motionless as a mountain that supports the heavens.
He gazed indifferently at the blood-soaked Element Creation God Ni Xuan, his expression never changing, not even for a single instant.
"To defeat me, you did not hesitate to use the Ancestral Sword's power a second time."
Ni Xuan's voice was so hoarse that one could hardly believe it was the voice of a Creation God: "Is this also for the sake of what you call 'the righteous path'?"
The power of the Ancestral Sword — if a mortal wielded it, they would die instantly; if a true god wielded it, their lifespan would be reduced by ninety percent.
Even for a Creation God, activating the Ancestral Sword's power required consuming thirty percent of their lifespan.
This was his second time using the Ancestral Sword; his Creation God lifespan had already been grievously reduced by sixty percent.
Yet he had not hesitated, nor did he regret it.
Ni Xuan could not understand such obsession in Mo E.
Just as he could not understand why Mo E had to kill Mo Su.
That was his most beloved son! His Heaven-Slaying Crown Prince, the one he had chosen to inherit his power and will!
Even if Mo Su had violated taboos, his crime did not warrant death... and certainly not execution by his own hand!
"You killed Mo Su, harmed Jie Yuan, and abducted my daughter... Now it's my turn."
Ni Xuan laughed bitterly, his ashen face carrying hopeless despondence: "Go ahead, finish it."
Mo E spoke, his voice as light as smoke above the clouds: "Though I hate you in my heart, I have no reason to kill you."
"Heh!" Ni Xuan let out a low laugh. "Those who defy your 'righteous path,' even if they are your own beloved son whom you have poured all your care and hope into, you can execute with your own hands without mercy — let alone someone like me who opposes you."
A gust of wind swept a few strands of Mo E's long hair across his face, stirring a hint of deeply hidden sorrow.
Mo E did not raise his sword, nor did any aura stir on his body.
After a long silence, he slowly spoke, but in a tone completely unfamiliar to Ni Xuan: "Ni Xuan, do you know how much I have always envied you."
Ni Xuan: "...?"
"The divine name bestowed upon you by the Primordial God carries the character for 'defiance.' Your nature was bestowed as so unfettered, so free and unrestrained. You never wished to be bound by any existing rules, time and again rebelling against and changing those rules and conditions that seemed to you rigid, absurd, unjust, and wrong."
"The world needs a Creation God like you. Because the evolution of the world and the change of eras require continuous change, the repeated breaking of outdated rules, and the removal of every era's filth and shackles."
"The world, from a barren emptiness to the flourishing of countless souls and realms, has undergone countless corrections and transformations."
Ni Xuan stared at Mo E — perhaps he could not believe that these words were coming from Mo E's mouth.
"The world needs someone to continuously change things," Mo E said, looking back at Ni Xuan. "But likewise, it needs someone to hold fast."
"So," Ni Xuan said heavily, "'Gods and demons cannot coexist' is the rule you must hold fast to, never allowing anyone to touch it? Even if it's Mo Su, even if it's Creation Gods and Demon Emperors, even if you must so greatly damage your own lifespan, you must eradicate it!?"
Compared to Ni Xuan's grief, anger, soul-wounding sorrow, and incomprehension, Mo E's divine eyes remained as calm as dead water.
Or perhaps — he was too wounded to feel grief.
He spoke: "The world is divided into creation and destruction, and creation is divided into yin and yang. When yin and yang are balanced, all worlds are at peace."
"When the Primordial God created the world, it was based on 'balance,' beginning with balance. Without balance, a person stumbles; without balance, a world will inevitably collapse."
"Thus, at the beginning of the world, there were four Creation Gods and four Demon Emperors — not eight Creation Gods, nor eight Demon Emperors."
The Heaven-Slaying God Emperor's face was expressionless, almost wooden as he spoke words never before uttered.
"From ancient times to the present, the gods and demons have been the supreme existences of this world, able to easily decide the fate of countless realms. A small calamity among gods and demons is a catastrophic heaven-sent disaster for all worlds."
"The gods and demons each occupy one side, opposing and checking each other, forming a long-standing balance. Everything in the world can change, but this balance... must... not... be... touched... or... harmed."
The calamity storm gradually subsided, easing the howling of space. Between heaven and earth, only the souls of the two Creation Gods trembled the clouds and winds of the world.
Ni Xuan's voice sent the storm toward Mo E: "You only know opposition and restraint. But integration — is that not also another, better form of balance?"
"You are right. Integration might indeed be a better form of balance."
Mo E, whom Ni Xuan had always believed to be stubborn and unchanging, actually gave him an acknowledgment.
"But any major change should begin with small trials at the fringes, let alone such a world-threatening touch between two races."
"It could be the mortal spirits of divine-created worlds and demon-created worlds, or the lowest-level gods and demons... But it cannot be you, Ni Xuan. It cannot be the Calamity Demon Emperor Jie Yuan. And it most certainly cannot be... my son, Mo Su!"
Ni Xuan's pupils briefly froze.
He sensed that his own soul was being stirred.
"Even so..." Those two words showed he did not entirely dismiss Mo E's words. "Why must you be so ruthless toward Mo Su, and toward yourself?"
Mo E finally moved. He bent his arm, slowly moving the Ancestral Heaven-Slaying Sword that had been resting on the ground to in front of him.
"The four Creation Gods and the four Demon Emperors are the beings of the highest realm, but they do not bear the highest realm's power."
"The ultimate power of the world is carried by the Ancestral Heaven-Slaying Sword and the Evil Infant Myriad Calamity Wheel."
"Ni Xuan," he softly called the Element Creation God's name, without grief, without hatred, without resentment, without sorrow, "do you know why they, possessing the power of the ultimate path, were given such ominous names as 'Heaven-Slaying' and 'Myriad Calamity'?"
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