Whether it was the humans, the Sea race, the magical beasts, or the Hundred Races, all the cultivators from the Tian Yuan Continent felt their hearts tremble. They stared at the people from the World of Forsaken Saints who were willing to sacrifice their lives for the sake of averting the crisis of the world with mixed feelings. Many people showed admiration in their eyes.
They had been enemies with the World of Forsaken Saints before and had fought several times, resulting in heavy casualties. The Tian Yuan Continent had even been split into four continents as a result, resulting in unimaginable losses. Many people on the Tian Yuan Continent felt deep hatred for the foreign cultivators because the World of Forsaken Saints was the invader. If they had not invaded the world, all these losses could have been avoided. However, at that moment, the cultivators from the World of Forsaken Saints had actually offered up their lives in order to stop the crisis of the world. They had burned away all their vital energies and bodies, using their deaths to force out the last sliver of their bloodline power. Their actions deeply touched the hearts of all the cultivators present. It also caused the hatred the experts from the four races from the Tian Yuan Continent felt towards the World of Forsaken Saints decrease by quite a bit.
Unfortunately, only the power of the bloodline of the Forsaken Saints from the World of Forsaken Saints was effective against the Primordial Godsilk. Otherwise, it would not be just the cultivators from the World of Forsaken Saints who were willing to sacrifice themselves.
The Primordial Godsilk shone with an unprecedented golden light after absorbing the power of the bloodlines of the cultivators and the elders who had reached the Origin realm. In the end, the golden light directly turned into a roaring, golden flame. It spat out tongues of flame as it incinerated the evil spirit's core. The evil spirit's core, which was known to be indestructible, dissipated at an exponential rate under the burning of the golden flames. In the end, the evil spirit's core became smaller and smaller, weaker and weaker. The painful cries of the evil spirit rang out from the core.
Its second power had been blocked by Olidona's thirty percent life force, preventing it from fusing with the evil spirit and allowing it to recover to its peak strength. Its core was trapped by the Primordial Godsilk, so it was unable to break free.
The evil spirit seemed to know that it would not be able to escape today, and it roared furiously and unwillingly. However, its voice grew smaller and smaller as it was burned by the golden flames formed from the Primordial Godsilk, and it grew weaker and weaker. In the end, it vanished.
Its core that was known to be indestructible, something that even Jianchen and the Spiritking could do nothing about, finally dispersed under the golden flames of the Primordial Godsilk.
Jianchen, the Spiritking, and the Origin realm experts in the surroundings all let out a sigh of relief when they sensed the evil presence vanish. Many of them smiled from having survived a disaster, and over eighty percent of the cultivators on the Tian Yuan Continent's side bowed deeply in the direction of the World of Forsaken Saints. They did not bow to the living cultivators from the World of Forsaken Saints. Instead, they bowed to the people who had sacrificed their lives to stop the crisis of the world.
"The crisis of the world hasn't been completely destroyed. There's still a sliver of its soul left," Jian Chen said in a deep voice. He looked at the sky. The blood-red cloud that had basically filled the entire sky still existed. It shone with a demonic red light as it resisted the Tree of Life condensed from thirty percent of Olidona's life force. However, the resistance had been greatly weakened by the disappearance of the evil spirit's core. After all, there was only a sliver of the evil spirit's soul in the blood-red cloud. It was just far too weak, so it was unable to use the tremendous energy. As a result, the sliver of soul was unable to unleash any of its power, even though it was powerful enough to overturn the universe.
With a thought from Jianchen, the two pieces of the Primordial Godsilk shone with dazzling light. Under a layer of golden flames, they soared into the sky like two huge dragons. They directly entered the blood-red cloud with an unstoppable force. They planned on wiping out the evil spirit's soul hidden in the cloud.
Jianchen stood below and slowly closed his eyes. The senses of his soul seemed to have fused with the Primordial Godsilk. He controlled the Primordial Godsilk to move through the blood-red cloud. Wherever the Primordial Godsilk passed by, the clouds in the surroundings would begin to disperse. Every single cloud there was an evil energy that belonged to the evil spirit. It was extremely powerful, enough to pose a fatal threat to Jianchen and the Spiritking. However, the Primordial Godsilk just happened to counter the energy. Coupled with the fact that the evil spirit's soul could not control the energy, the Primordial Godsilk was unstoppable in the blood-red cloud.
Although the sliver of the evil spirit's soul had carefully hidden itself in the blood-red cloud, Jian Chen still found it very soon. He immediately controlled the two strands of Primordial Godsilk to surround it, forming a huge net that enveloped the region. It trapped the sliver of the evil spirit's soul in the blood-red cloud. Afterwards, the golden net rapidly shrank, forcing the sliver of the evil spirit's soul to be unable to escape. Under the attacks of the Primordial Godsilk, it could only produce a chilling cry before dispersing.
However, Jianchen did not let his guard down. He continued to control the Primordial Godsilk to move through the blood-red cloud. He carefully sensed for any remaining fragments of the evil spirit's soul fragment. This was because he could not guarantee that the fragment he had just destroyed was all that the evil spirit had left behind. If a fragment of its soul remained, it would cause endless trouble once it matured.
The golden flames on the Primordial Godsilk had already vanished, and its golden light became dimmer and dimmer. As it purified the blood-red cloud, the power within it rapidly dispersed as well. Jianchen controlled the Primordial Godsilk to search through the blood-red cloud several times. Only when the Primordial Godsilk had dimmed and the power within it had been depleted did he stop searching. He believed that it was impossible for the evil spirit's soul fragment to remain after searching so carefully. After all, a third of the blood-red cloud had already been purified by the Primordial Godsilk. With how weak the fragment was, it was impossible for it to hide from his careful search.
Below, all the cultivators from the two worlds raised their heads and stared at the blood-red cloud in the sky. Some of them would look at Jianchen from time to time. Their gazes were filled with admiration and fear, as well as some anticipation. They all knew that there was still a fragment of the evil spirit's soul hidden in the blood-red cloud. Whether they could destroy the fragment or not all depended on Jianchen.
If the soul fragment could not be destroyed, although they could temporarily avoid the calamity of this world, when the soul fragment grew up again in the future, the calamity of the world would occur again. At that time, no one knew if they would have enough power to resist the second calamity of the world.
The Spiritking sternly stared at the blood-red cloud in the sky as well. He knew that they had not completely won the battle even though they had destroyed the evil spirit's core.
At this moment, two strands of Primordial Godsilk flickered with a dim golden light as they appeared from the blood-red cloud. They wrapped around Jianchen's wrist as two golden threads. At the same time, Jianchen slowly opened his eyes. Some exhaustion appeared on his face.
"Did you destroy the remaining fragment of the soul from the crisis of the world?" The Spiritking arrived before Jianchen and asked eagerly.
Jianchen exhaled deeply. He smiled victoriously and said, "Fortunately, I did not fail. I've destroyed the last fragment of the soul from the crisis of the world."
"That's good, that's good. The sacrifices of so many people from our World of Forsaken Saints have not been in vain, including a few Origin realm elders and protectors," the Spiritking smiled happily as well.
Jianchen did not speak loudly, but he did not try to hide it. Even the weakest person present was a Saint Ruler, so they could clearly hear what Jianchen had said even from some distance away. Immediately, cheers rang out. Many people were excited, while a small number of people began to sob. Their faces were filled with sorrow.
Although they had persevered until the end and survived, many of their loved ones had died in this battle. One could very well imagine the pain in their hearts.
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