Everyone understood clearly—
The ultimate goal of this Pure Land Conference was to establish the "Eternal Pure Land."
Emperor Yuan's voice echoed solemnly across the hall:
"All these years, I've never spoken of my homeland. The memories from that time were drenched in hypocrisy and rigid doctrine—things that directly contradicted the noble ideals we in the Abyss uphold. I didn't want those things to taint the people of the Abyss.
Whether god or demon, the first requirement is to possess humanity, and the ability to distinguish right from wrong."
"To me, there are no inherently opposing races in this world. 'Gods' and 'demons'—these are just names, not definitions of good or evil. Insisting that the two are fundamentally incompatible only leads to self-deception.
There's nothing wrong with the union of gods and demons. So why do you all fear it? Why are you so unwilling to even try?"
As Emperor Yuan closed his eyes, it was as though he were revisiting the moment he had fallen into the Abyss. The wounds and anguish from back then… still had not healed.
That sword—
The one that pierced through the heavens—
Had shattered the Wall of Chaos and extinguished every last hope.
Family. Friendship. Love.
All severed without mercy.
But Xiaodie…
She had been innocent. She never should have borne such a fate.
Below the throne, the people of the Divine Kingdom held their breath.
It was the first time they had ever heard Emperor Yuan speak this way—
The first time they had witnessed such a vulnerable and human side of him.
A glimmer of light flickered in Yun Che's eyes.
Only he could fully grasp the depth of hatred and pain in Emperor Yuan's words.
Executed by his own father—
And in the end, it was his beloved Pan Xiaodie who had blocked the fatal blow for him.
All because he was Prince Zhutian,
And she, the Panming Witch.
Who could possibly understand…
Why the God Emperor Zhutian had been so heartless?
This…
This was likely the root of Mo Su's torment that had lasted a million years.
"A million years have passed.
And now, the vibrant life and unity of the Abyss stands as living proof of what I always believed:
In the Abyss, there is no opposition between gods and demons.
Whether one hails from the Owl Butterfly Kingdom or the other five nations, they are bound by no dogma.
The cultivation of dark profound energy is not taboo. Any two realms can unite.
Gods and demons live, breathe, and thrive together. Isn't this… a more complete and perfect balance?"
As Emperor Yuan spoke, his voice rose—not with passion, but with a cold yet unmistakable intensity.
Within it, everyone could hear the deep sorrow, the unwillingness, and the long-suppressed grief.
For a million years, Mo Su had struggled to overthrow the flawed "balance" that the God Emperor of Heaven had enforced.
He had succeeded…
But he had never been able to stand before the Creation God to prove it.
That had become his greatest regret.
Yun Che's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts.
Perhaps…
Mo Su's desire to find the passage between the Abyss and the God Realm wasn't merely a reaction to the Black Tide of Time.
Perhaps, even more than that…
He had wanted to prove to God Emperor Mo'e—
That the so-called "balance" of gods and demons… had been wrong all along.
And maybe—
Just maybe—
Mo Su had never intended to invade or conquer the God Realm.
Ever since he arrived in the Abyss, Yun Che had been struck by how… different it was.
Not the chaotic lair of demons he had imagined—
But a realm of peace and quiet strength.
Here, gods and demons coexisted freely.
Here, there was no conflict between light and dark, no battle between good and evil.
Suddenly, a strange idea took hold in his heart:
Could it be… that the God Emperor of Heaven had truly been wrong?
That the Ancestral Sword Spirit had spoken not from insight, but error?
That the "balance" the Ancestral God once spoke of… was never meant to be opposition, but harmony?
"What's wrong with you? You almost lost control in front of him."
Li Suo's voice sounded in his mind, calm but tinged with concern.
Yun Che steadied himself.
"Even though this is the first time I've seen Mo Su,
The way he carries himself… it reminds me of someone.
The Heaven Smiting Devil Emperor—
When she returned to the God Realm during the Crimson Calamity."
He recalled it clearly.
"Back then, I had assumed that after a million years of exile, the Heaven Smiting Devil Emperor would be full of hatred.
I thought her wrath would be justified—even if she decided to destroy the entire world.
But she didn't.
When she accidentally killed three Brahma God Emperors, she blamed herself.
She explained everything to me… and let go of her hatred.
Not just because of my Heretic God inheritance.
Not just because I protected her daughter.
But because her heart—
The heart of a being born at the dawn of creation—
Was pure.
Even after such cruel punishment, she never lost her compassion."
"Mo Su, as the son of the Heaven-Slaying God Emperor, inherited that same light.
That's why he calls himself a noble soul.
He's not evil. In fact…
He might be better than I imagined.
As for the Abyss 'invading' the world…
After today, my perspective has shifted."
"Maybe—
I can find a way to protect the world of the living,
And also… save the world of ruin."
"You're right about one thing," Li Suo softly added.
"Whether god or demon, all of them were created by the Ancestral God.
They were born with the most beautiful light of humanity.
Though my memory is incomplete, I know this:
I loved the world.
And the former Creation God of Life did too."
Yun Che exhaled deeply.
"It was Mo Su's obsession that plunged the Abyss into its current state.
Now… I finally understand what the Abyss Qilin God meant that day."
He suddenly asked:
"Li Suo… do you remember the 'Cradle' I mentioned before?"
Li Suo instinctively replied, "I told you, I'm not little—"
But Yun Che had already continued:
"That place is a stasis domain, created using the Nirvana Devil Reverse Wheel Pearl.
It's a realm detached from the flow of time and the laws of the world.
I suspect…
The person sealed within…
Is none other than the legendary demon girl from back then—Pan Xiaodie."
He took a breath.
"Here's my guess:
When the Zhutian Ancestral Sword shattered all,
Only Pan Xiaodie—possessing both the Panming Mirror of Shattered Void and the Nirvana Reverse Wheel Pearl—
Had the ability to resist the final strike.
She took the blow meant for Mo Su—
And saved his life."
"But she paid a terrible price.
Severely injured,
She was exiled into the Abyss along with Mo Su and the remnants of the gods."
"To preserve her final breath,
Mo Su was willing to throw the entire Abyss into turmoil.
Using the Nirvana Pearl's time-stopping powers and the combined strength of the entire Abyss realm—
He forcibly forged that stilled world: the Cradle."
"The Abyss fell into ruin…
All because of Mo Su's obsession.
For Pan Xiaodie—
He was willing to sacrifice everything,
For just a sliver of hope."
At last, the truth began to come together.
No wonder Emperor Yuan had said he hated "faithless" people more than anything—
Because he himself was the most devoted man in the world.
(End of Chapter)