However, Ye Ran gently stroked the four longswords and said, "Don't be afraid."

Then, a dazzling nine-colored light shone above Ye Ran's head and poured directly into the Four Swords of Zhuxian.

In an instant, the four swords of Zhuxian seemed to receive some kind of nourishment, beginning to rotate, merge, and gradually coalesce into a brand new longsword.

A sword of creation, forged from the primordial nine-colored rays of the heavens and earth.

The moment this sword of creation appeared, the Qingping Sword began to tremble violently, as if it felt a suppression from its very essence.

"Nine-colored rosy clouds..." Yuan Qingfeng's expression grew even more solemn as he watched this scene.

He had seen this thing before, and was very familiar with it.

It was the light emanating from the Jade Disc of Creation, created by his teacher, Hongjun Daoist...

"Isn't this enough? How about this?" Ye Ran asked casually, seeing that Yuan Qingfeng still had the will to fight.

Then, endless purple light swirled around Ye Ran.

"Primordial Purple Qi..." Yuan Qingfeng was stunned.

It wasn't that he hadn't seen Primordial Purple Qi before, but rather that he had never seen so much, such a concentrated amount of Primordial Purple Qi.

You must know, back then they listened to Master Hongjun preach,

The mere fact that one person received a wisp of purple energy was enough to forge the appearance of a saint.

The primordial purple aura floating around Ye Ran was...

It could be said to be more than the total amount of Primordial Purple Qi obtained by the twelve of them combined...

The dense primordial purple energy gradually condensed around Ye Ran, forming a primordial purple energy battle armor.

This scene made Yuan Qingfeng's lips twitch.

Too extravagant...

At this moment, Ye Ran, with nine-colored rays of light above his head, his body forged into a primordial chaos, wielding the Sword of Creation, and clad in purple armor,

Holding the sword in one hand, he looked at Yuan Qingfeng.

"Should we continue fighting?"

This scene drove Yuan Qingfeng to utter despair.

"Clang!!"

The Qingping Sword fell to the ground.

"Why..." Yuan Qingfeng muttered to himself, his head lowered. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at Ye Ran.

"Why is it always me?!"

"When the great calamity was about to strike, the Supreme One had only one disciple, yet he possessed the Qiankun Diagram, powerful enough to suppress the fortunes of millions; the Primordial Beginning had only twelve disciples and a hundred grand-disciples, yet he refused to lend me the Pangu Banner; while I have tens of thousands of disciples and grand-disciples, but my Qingping Sword is primarily for killing and is utterly incapable of suppressing the fortunes of my disciples and grand-disciples..."

"We are all of the same Qi, so I don't blame them for not lending me their money. But why do they still help outsiders fight me when I try to steal the twelve-petaled golden lotus of Zhunti and Jieyin? That year, after my defeat, I was banished to the Void Land, watching helplessly as my own disciples and descendants risked their lives to fill that damned calamity and to fill the Investiture of the Gods!"

"Now... I am painstakingly recreating a world in the void, forging one prodigy after another to elevate the world's status, just waiting to nurture new chaotic treasures and new sect-protecting treasures to offer as sacrifices to the Heavenly Dao, to save the lives of my disciples and their descendants..."

"I've waited for billions and billions of years, and this is what I got?! Why?! Tell me why?!"

At this moment, Yuan Qingfeng finally dispelled the black mist surrounding him.

A gaunt, unkempt old man with disheveled hair roared at Ye Ran.

Despair and resentment flickered in Tongtian's eyes.

Ye Ran looked at the Tongtian Sect Leader before him and slowly walked over.

He stretched out his hand towards Tongtian and said calmly:

"If you're willing, I can help you..."

"You...what???" The Tongtian Sect Leader, who was about to unleash a torrent of curses, suddenly stared at Ye Ran in astonishment.

Ye Ran calmly repeated, "I said, if you're willing, I can help you achieve your goal..."

Tongtian looked at Ye Ran with a puzzled expression, his brows furrowed.

Ye Ran looked at Tongtian:

"To be honest, I'm quite disdainful of it."

"The dignified Tongtian Sect Leader has now become such a stubborn person."

"You keep saying you're going to save your disciples and their descendants, but what about us? What are we, the beings in the Void, whom you created entirely?"

"Weren't we created by you? Weren't we taught step by step by you? What do you mean by our growth, the evolution of the world, all of this?"

Ye Ran's question caused the Tongtian Sect Leader to suddenly tremble.

Ye Ran stared at the Tongtian Sect Leader:

"If the heavens have wronged you, then rebel against them! Why cower in this void, trying to refine everything you created, to appease and beg for their favor?"

"Are you still the master of the Azure Lotus Sword, the one sliver of heaven and earth?!"

Ye Ran's voice was deafening.

"Now follow me, or you'll be going against it..."

In the eyes of the Tongtian Sect Leader,

Ye Ran's hand reached out again.

At this moment,

His eyes were hazy.

"The Great Dao is fifty, the Heavenly Cycle is forty-nine, and one is hidden..."

In a daze,

He seemed to see again the scene of him comprehending the supreme Dao and founding the Jie Sect.

At this moment,

Ye Ran's hand is no longer a hand.

Instead, that,

The one who escaped...

(The End)

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