Chapter 188 The catastrophe is finally over, the epic is forever cast, Li Zun controls the world, and Yi Xuan shines with him (the finale)

The darkness receded like a tide, and the distant stars, eroded by the Law of Doom, shone once more. Although the battlefield remained devastated, with countless wrecks of warships and the remains of warriors floating around, silently testifying to the cruelty of war, the suffocating atmosphere of despair had dissipated.

The light of hope truly and warmly fills this star field, coming not only from the distant stars, but also from the pair of figures standing side by side and the expanding "reincarnation universe" behind them.

The remaining coalition soldiers seemed to have just awakened from a long nightmare. They slowly emerged from their hiding places, their faces a mixture of blood, tears, and the bewilderment of having survived. When they confirmed that the terrifying enemy had truly vanished, and when they sensed the gentle yet vast, immortal aura of their saviors, their long-suppressed emotions erupted.

Some people collapsed to the ground, hugging and crying with their surviving companions; some people looked up to the sky and howled, venting all their despair and unwillingness; more people silently walked to the bodies of their fallen comrades, knelt down, closed their eyes, and sobbed softly as they said their final goodbyes.

Yet, beyond the sadness and exhaustion of the survivors, even more intense was the boundless gratitude and reverence that welled up from the depths of their souls. A Templar Knight was the first to drop his broken weapon, kneel on one knee, place his right hand on his chest, and bow deeply. This gesture, like a stone dropped into a lake, set off a chain reaction.

Like a spreading tide, all the survivors—whether from the strictly ordered Eternal Temple, the chaotic and surviving tribes of the Demonic Abyss, or the great sects of the Spirit Realm—followed the same action. They laid down their weapons, restrained their auras, and offered the highest respect of their respective cultures to the figures that stood like eternal twin stars.

This wasn't forced submission, but rather a heartfelt adoration from the soul. Ascetic Alvin leaned on his wooden staff and bowed slightly, his eyes filled with satisfaction and a complex respect. Hidden in the shadows, the corners of Mephisto's mouth curved into an inscrutable arc, yet he also nodded slightly, expressing his recognition of the absolute power and achievements.

Ye Li and Qin Yixuan stood quietly, hand in hand, in the void. Their gazes slowly swept over the raging battlefield, the floating corpses, the survivors weeping and kneeling in reverent worship. Their eyes were filled with calmness, yet a hint of fatigue lay hidden beneath. The cost of this war was too great, countless lives lost, countless worlds reduced to scorched earth. But in the end, they had protected their homeland and their hope for the future.

Their names—Li Zun and Xuan Sheng—would from this moment on no longer be mere honorific titles for a particular region or sect in the spirit world. As symbols of the saviors who ended the apocalyptic catastrophe that ravaged a thousand realms and nearly destroyed all existence, they would be forever etched upon the monuments of cosmic history, becoming epic legends passed down through the ages, inspiring future generations and becoming synonymous with "hope" and "protection."

At this moment, the intact Samsara Mirror within Ye Li's body trembled gently. It no longer manifested as a physical object or energy, but instead transformed into a gentle stream of light, imbued with the true meaning of perfect samsara. It completely and perfectly merged with her newly formed immortal foundation, becoming an indispensable and natural part of her own path. This symbolized that she had fully understood and controlled the authority of samsara, no longer an external object, but an integral part of her "being."

At the same time, the underlying laws and patterns of the entire universe seemed to become clearer and more stable with the official birth and consummation of the Great Dao of these two truly immortal beings, imbued with unprecedented vitality and infinite evolutionary possibilities. It was as if the universe itself had received a shot of adrenaline from their breakthrough, becoming even healthier and more vibrant.

The surviving coalition forces began to organize themselves, working under the command of their respective leaders to treat the wounded, collect the remains, and count the losses. Although the atmosphere remained heavy, hope had been rekindled in the hearts of everyone. They knew that the darkest hour had passed and dawn had finally arrived.

In a corner of the battlefield, Lay Buddhist Muyun stood up, supported by the Yaoguang Palace Master. The two elders gazed at the distant figures, their eyes filled with both relief and an indescribable complexity. They witnessed not only the growth of two disciples, but also the end of an old era and the beginning of a new one.

Dragging his wounded body, Sun Xiaohou began organizing the remaining members of the Youge to count the number of people and treat the wounded. His expression lost its former detachment, replaced by the composure of someone who had experienced the baptism of fire and blood. Every command he gave was concise and powerful, and every decision exuded responsibility.

Farther away, the remnants of the Temple and the Demonic Abyss, organized by their respective awakened leaders, also began to restore order. After their shared battle against the apocalyptic crisis, while the old divisions and animosities were unlikely to vanish immediately, a subtle consensus was forming on this battlefield.

Ye Li and Qin Yixuan exchanged a glance, seeing the determination in each other's eyes. They knew that ending the Lord of Destruction was only the beginning; restoring order and healing the wounds would be a much longer journey. But at this moment, they were willing to savor this moment of tranquility, feeling the hope of a new life amidst this devastated sea of ​​stars.

The devastating catastrophe has subsided, but the wounds left behind will take a long time to heal. The world is in ruins, lives are in ruins, and the flame of civilization is swaying in the storm.

After gaining immortal power over all beings, Ye Li and Qin Yixuan chose not to become aloof, dictatorial God-Kings, controlling all. They knew that order brought about by force and fear would ultimately breed chaos. They chose a more difficult but more enduring path—one guided by immortal wisdom and strength, not by punishment.

Their figures began to shuttle through the devastated worlds.

On a planet ravaged by the Law of the End, the earth cracked, rivers dried up, and even the air was filled with the scent of death. Ye Li hovered above the planet, drawing upon the power of reincarnation imbued within her, combined with the purifying and resetting power of the Primordial Light, to gently heal the earth's wounds. The cracked ground slowly closed, the polluted rivers became clear once more, and the distorted laws were set right.

Qin Yixuan spread the light that embodied the essence of life and creation. Like the finest spring rain, this light moistened the dry riverbed, awakening the seeds of life buried deep beneath the earth. Soon, tender green shoots broke through the soil, bringing the first hint of life to this dead land.

Rather than rebuilding every corner themselves, they focused on guidance and inspiration. In a world where civilization was nearly extinct, they inspired local creatures who showed courage and wisdom in the face of disaster, granting them power and knowledge, allowing them to become the leaders in rebuilding their own world.

"Remember," Ye Li said to the chosen young leader, "true strength comes from respecting life and holding on to hope."

Qin Yixuan gently added, "We will open the road to the starry sky for you, but you need to walk the path under your feet yourself."

They repaired broken spirit veins, reconnected damaged ancient star teleportation arrays, and promoted communication and mutual assistance between different worlds. Under their guidance, a loose yet stable new order framework covering most of the known universe gradually took shape.

The core spirit of this order is not mandatory unified laws and centralization, but three basic principles: balance, symbiosis and hope.

Balance: Encourage all races and paths to compete and develop peacefully, allowing for diversity and diversity, but curbing any overreach that disrupts the overall ecology and the stability of its laws. A dynamic balance of power, resources, and voice is the foundation of lasting order.

In a bustling interstellar trade hub, caravans from various worlds bustle. Crystals from the Temple, rare materials from the Demon Abyss, spiritual herbs from the Spirit Realm, technological artifacts from the mechanical civilization... all commodities circulate under strict but fair rules. The Arbitrators of the Phantom Pavilion remain hidden, ensuring that no single party monopolizes the market and disrupts the balance.

Symbiosis: Recognize that different life forms, different civilizations, and even different ideas have the right and value to exist, emphasize mutual understanding, respect, and cooperation, and jointly maintain the prosperity and diversity of the universe.

In another world, the forest race and the machine lifeforms were once at loggerheads. But within the framework of a new order, they have learned to coexist. The forest race provides life energy to maintain the core of the machine lifeforms, while the machine lifeforms help the forest race build a more efficient living system. These two distinct civilizations have found a win-win situation through mutual understanding.

Hope: Ensuring that all individuals and civilizations, regardless of their origins, have the possibility and means to progress and pursue their dreams and truths. To stifle hope is to stifle the future.

The Jiuxiao Palace has established a star-spanning academy, open to all beings thirsting for knowledge. Regardless of origin or race, anyone with a thirst for knowledge can find their path here. Numerous geniuses from remote worlds have risen to prominence here, their achievements in turn enriching the diversity of civilizations throughout the universe.

Within this framework, the once massive organization began to transform. Youge gradually shifted from being Ye Li's intelligence and dark power to a neutral organization dedicated to maintaining balance, monitoring potential threats, and promoting cross-domain communication and knowledge sharing. Its intelligence network and arbitration functions gained widespread recognition, making it an indispensable overseer of the new order.

Under the guidance of Qin Yixuan, the Jiuxiao Celestial Palace focuses on spreading the mysteries of life and creation, rescuing the weak, and guiding civilization towards good, becoming the most powerful symbol and guardian of "hope." Emissaries from the Celestial Palace travel across various worlds, not only teaching cultivation techniques but also spreading the concept of symbiosis.

Surprisingly, yet predictably, this new order did not exclude its former "enemies." Within the Eternal Temple, those who, like the ascetic Alvin, had long harbored doubts about the dogmatic and extremist order, actively integrated into the new order under Alvin's leadership. Their profound understanding of order and light infused the new framework with rigorous critical thinking.

"We've been led astray," Alvin admitted at an interstellar conference, "equating order with control and light with exclusion. True order should guarantee the prosperity of life, and true light should be able to tolerate the existence of shadows."

Within the Abyss, those who, like the calculating Mephisto, prefer to calculate the pros and cons, seeking survival rather than sheer destruction, have also chosen to cooperate after weighing the pros and cons. Their mastery of chaos and shadows offers a unique perspective on how to address the threats of the dark side of the universe.

"There's more than one way to survive," Mephisto said meaningfully when signing the cooperation agreement. "Destruction only brings temporary control, while symbiosis brings long-term benefits."

The joining of the Temple and the Abyss is not a simple surrender, but a rational choice based on common survival and development, making the new order more inclusive and resilient.

On a personal level, Ye Li and Qin Yixuan also resolved many of their worries. Nurturing their daughter's immortal vitality and the essence of reincarnation, Ye Feng and Su Wan not only completely recovered from the severe injuries to their essence caused by their imprisonment and the extraction of their "Reincarnation Mark," but also advanced their cultivation, achieving a lifespan equal to that of the universe.

They chose to live in seclusion in a picturesque, peaceful, and tranquil star region. There, a gentle star orbited three planets with a pleasant climate. On the most beautiful planet, they built a simple wooden house. In front of the house was a courtyard filled with exotic flowers and plants, and behind it was a crystal-clear lake.

Occasionally, Ye Li and Qin Yixuan would come to visit. The family would gather around the stone table in the courtyard, sipping the magical tea brewed by Su Wan and listening to Ye Feng recount his experiences traveling the starry sea in his youth. Such simple, heartwarming moments were especially precious to them, who had endured so much hardship.

"Seeing what you have achieved now, we have no regrets in this life." Su Wan held her daughter's hand, her eyes full of love.

Ye Feng nodded and looked into the depths of the starry sky: "This universe has become a better place because of you. This is the greatest pride of all parents."

Elders and old acquaintances like Mr. Muyun and the Master of Yaoguang Palace, fueled by the abundant spiritual energy of the new era and occasional guidance from Yeli and the others, who possessed the power of immortality, have broken through their limitations, achieving the Great Dao and longevity. They preach in their ancestral homes, such as the Xuanyun Sect and the Jiuxiao Palace, nurturing a new generation of talent; or they travel the starry sea, exploring the deeper mysteries of the universe. They continue to shine a light and influence in their respective fields, becoming indispensable pillars of the new order.

Through trials and tribulations, Sun Xiaohou grew into a formidable figure, carrying on Lin Feng's legacy and presiding over the ever-expanding Youge. With wit and loyalty, he faithfully fulfilled his duty to maintain balance. Whenever asked about the secret of his success, he earnestly replied, "I simply remembered what the Pavilion Master and Brother Lin taught me—with great power comes great responsibility."

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Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, countless years have passed.

In a new, beautiful world like a dream painting. This world is a model rebuilt on the ruins of an ancient battlefield, guided by Ye Li and Qin Yixuan, and jointly rebuilt by all spirits.

The sky was as clear as a mirror, shrouded in a delicate, spiritual haze. A stream gurgled, its crystal clear water visible to the bottom, and colorful spirit fish frolicked in the waters. The banks were covered in verdant grass, dotted with countless nameless, exotic flowers and plants, each emitting a soft halo. In the distance, in the dense forest, adorable, gentle spirit beasts ran and played freely. Across the sky, streams of light of various colors occasionally streaked across the sky. These were the cultivators of this world, freely exploring the heavens and earth in pursuit of their own dreams and paths.

Atop this world's highest peak stands a simple white jade stele, engraved with the names of all those who died in the Final War. Every year, beings from every world come to pay their respects, remembering the heroes who gave their all to protect life.

Ye Li and Qin Yixuan sat side by side on the soft grass beside a clear stream. Their aura was completely restrained, and they wore simple, comfortable, plain robes. They looked like an ordinary couple in the mortal world. Only when one looked directly into their deep eyes could one see the ancient wisdom and calmness that had weathered countless calamities and seen through the vicissitudes of life, revealing their extraordinary nature.

The breeze blew by, bringing the refreshing fragrance of flowers and plants, and gently ruffling their hair.

Ye Li tilted her head slightly, her gaze settling on the perfect profile of the person beside her, stained softly by the brilliant glow of the sky. Looking at the faint shadows cast by her long, thick eyelashes beneath her eyelids, her heart was filled with an eternal peace and contentment. She reached out and gently grasped Qin Yixuan's hand, which rested on her lap. Her fingertips felt a warm, cool touch, and she softly asked, "What are you doing?"

"Tired?"

Qin Yixuan felt the warmth and solid support of her palm, and the corners of her lips naturally curled up slightly. She gently leaned her head on the shoulder of her beloved, adjusting to the most comfortable position, gazing at the ever-changing and brilliant clouds of light, as if woven by the Weaver Girl with the most gorgeous silk threads. The corners of her mouth curled up in a breathtaking arc of happiness and satisfaction.

Her voice was as gentle as water, yet it carried a kind of determination that came from a lifetime of experience and an infinite longing for the future:

"With you by my side, seeing all the sights in the world, how can I ever feel tired?"

She paused, clasped her fingers with Ye Li, and looked into the depths of the boundless starry sky, as if she saw an even more vast future.

"Our journey has just begun..."

Deep within the starry skies they gaze upon, new worlds are being born, new civilizations are sprouting, and new stories are being written. And they will continue to protect this hard-earned peace and guide all things towards a more glorious tomorrow.

This is the legend of Li Zun and Xuan Sheng, a story about love, courage, sacrifice and hope, an epic that will be passed down forever in the world.

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