"We... won?" The profound practitioners of the Divine Nation who had arrived in the Pure Land were now in a trance, as if they were in an illusory dream. They couldn't believe that they would actually hear the words "repentance edict" from the mouth of the Abyss Emperor. Everything seemed like a dream, unbelievable.
"This life-or-death battle is finally over!" The hearts of the Divine Nation's profound practitioners, hanging in the balance, finally settled down as if a heavy burden had been lifted. They gazed at the corpses scattered across the Pure Land, a wave of sadness welling up in their hearts, and they couldn't help but sigh.
"Thank you, Mist Emperor, for saving the world!" The profound practitioners of the Divine Kingdom were extremely grateful to the Mist Emperor at this moment.
Instantly, a burst of enthusiastic cheers erupted from the Pure Land. They knew that their tenacious struggle had finally paid off with the best possible reward.
Shen Wuqing hugged Pan Buwang tightly, tears of excitement burst out of his eyes and flowed freely down his cheeks. It was the joy and emotion of surviving the disaster.
Meng Zangji carefully helped Meng Jianxi up, a bright smile blooming on his face, as if all his fatigue and fear had disappeared at this moment.
Hua Qingying quickly came to Hua Caili's side, her eyes full of relief, and responded with an extremely genuine smile, conveying the joy of reunion after the disaster.
"Father..." Yun Xi's lips trembled slightly, and she couldn't help but call out this name that had always been unfamiliar to her. There was a hint of timidity in her voice, mixed with a bit of excitement.
“Yao Xing…” Lian Yue pressed the embroidery in her hand tightly against her chest, her eyes filled with tenderness and attachment. After so many years, she was still used to calling Yun Che “Yao Xing”, as if this name could remind her of the beautiful past.
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Mo Su's gaze slowly swept across the crowd, finally landing on Xia Qingyue. He raised his hand slightly, and the power of the Great Desolate transformed into a gentle light that instantly descended, gently enveloping Xia Qingyue and beginning to heal her injuries.
"All the mistakes I have made are unforgivable. Now, I will start by healing your wounds and embark on my path of atonement." Mo Su's words were filled with deep guilt and self-blame. He knew clearly that all the injuries on Xia Qingyue's body were caused by him. Now, he should shoulder this responsibility and complete the final redemption.
"Can you still use your projection ability now? I intend to project the following words to every corner of the abyss." Mo Su asked softly.
At this moment, his Great Desolate Power was continuously flowing towards Xia Qingyue, quickly healing her external injuries. However, his sealed cultivation was difficult to recover for a while.
Xia Qingyue dragged her exhausted body to her feet, gently nodding in acknowledgement. She stumbled towards Yun Che's direction. At that moment, she completely disregarded her own injuries; her only concern was for Yun Che's condition.
At the same time, Mo Su separated the power of the Great Desolation and quietly landed it on Yun Che, helping him to recover from his injuries quickly.
"I, holding the power of the Abyss, should be the pillar of all spirits, maintaining order. However, my heart was blinded, and my obsessions were deep. For my own selfish desires, I disregarded the entire Abyss and committed a heinous crime!
My sin stems primarily from my paranoid delusion. I forcibly reversed the course of time, attempting to tamper with destiny. This caused the spokes of the Abyssal Time Wheel to shatter, disrupting the order of time. Eras were overturned, and the orbits of the stars collapsed. This was all caused by my selfish desire to seize the secrets of heaven.
My fault lies in my disregard for all living things. My eyes see only the tears of one person, while I ignore the wails of countless souls in the abyss. Time rages, space rifts multiply, and countless lives, like candles in the wind, endure the calamity. I treat all living things as mere straw dogs, truly apathetic and ungracious!
"The abyss weeps blood, and the wounds of the wheel remain unhealed. This is all my fault. I hereby declare this to the world, and take responsibility for my own mistakes. I am willing to bear the punishment of eternity, and I only hope that the people will appease their anger."
Emperor Yuan shed tears and reflected on himself, and every word he said was engraved in his heart.
Yun Che regained consciousness, his body sluggish from exhaustion. Every movement seemed to exhaust all his strength. He struggled to get up from the ground, his struggling appearance as if he had endured a long and brutal ordeal.
When he finally opened his eyes, the first face that greeted him was Xia Qingyue's. He said nothing, simply reaching out his trembling arms and hugging Xia Qingyue tightly. In that instant, time seemed to freeze. To him, this moment was incomparably precious, like the most dazzling treasure in his life.
Because everything he cherished was still there. The people he cared about, the people he cared about, and the future he had always strived for, all came true in this seemingly ordinary yet incredibly precious moment.
Yun Che bent slightly, gently picking up the Heaven-Slaying Ancestral Sword that lay quietly beside him. The blade gleamed with a cold light, as if still retaining the residual power of the recent battle. He carefully placed it into the Sky Poison Pearl, then his eyes suddenly turned to Mo Su, who was not far away. Their gazes met in mid-air, sparking a subtle spark.
With just a glance, Yun Che received the answer he had been waiting for from Mo Su's eyes - all the disputes had finally come to an end at this moment.
There was no trace of resentment and sadness in Mo Su's eyes anymore. Instead, there was repentance and guilt. It was as if he was pouring out his inner self-blame and regret to Yun Che and the whole world through these eyes.
"Mist Emperor Yun Che, this time, I am truly at fault." Mo Su spoke first, his words filled with regret as he directly expressed his guilt to Yun Che. Recalling how his impulsiveness had led to the deaths of countless Abyssal Profound Practitioners and the death of two Immortal Priests, he felt a mixture of emotions, the strongest of which was regret.
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