The soul entering the Tai Zun Spirit Realm to slay Pangu was merely a sliver of Nie Kong’s essence. His true body remained motionless, seated within the core of the “Great Beginning Void God Formation,” serene in demeanor, yet emanating soft, rhythmic drumbeats resonating from within, synchronized with his heartbeat.

This drumming sound was evolved by Nie Kong from the "Heart Drum Battle Tone" of the Scarlet Star Clan.

At Nie Kong's level of cultivation, any spiritual technique, regardless of its origin, could be effortlessly grasped and transmuted into the most suitable means.

Soothed by these resonant drums, the countless souls gathered beneath the formation's core gradually calmed.

Fear, terror, despair, rage—all negative emotions silently dissipated. After an indeterminate time, every soul sank into slumber.

A moment later, Nie Kong abruptly opened his eyes and floated upward, his right palm instantly expanding manifold, his fingers plunging like sharp swords into the formation's eye.

“Collect!”

Nie Kong roared, and the core of the formation suddenly elevated several thousand meters. The forty-nine immense pillars of white smoke appeared to be drawn by an irresistible pull, contracting inward from all directions. In an instant, all forty-nine pillars entered the formation's core, coalescing into one vast, pale mass.

“Bang!”

Nie Kong twitched his five fingers, and the mass of pale energy immediately burst apart. Following this, familiar figures tumbled out into existence from thin air.

Venerable Zi Wei, Venerable Dan Tian, Venerable Sea Dragon, Venerable Dark Night, Venerable Le Shan!

Yi Yang, Yan Luo, Mo Tian Xing, Qi Xian, Du Su!

A total of forty-nine individuals, every single one a Spirit God of the Sixth Grade or higher. All of them looked listless and pale. Upon seeing Nie Kong, they exhibited astonishment mixed with a profound sense of relieved release.

Nie Kong had no interest in wasting words. His gaze swept over them quickly, and with a flick of his sleeve, he swept these figures into the “Void Secret Realm” at the center of the Yin Void, freezing each one in the expanse.

“Disperse!”

With a thought from Nie Kong, all the souls attracted by the formation began to drift downward, guided by the attraction of their original bodies, towards the Heaven Spirit Continent below, the Underworld, and the seas between the two landmasses.

In that instant, towns, villages, forests, and lakes—nearly every area—saw living beings awaken as if from a dream, their stiff bodies simultaneously regaining vitality. Most merely glanced around in confusion before resuming their laughter, quarrels, or fights…

For them, everything that had passed was nothing more than a dream.

Only a select few powerful figures—Zhan Xin Zi, Emperor Mo, Hua Ru Xian, Long Tian Gong, Hua Cai Die, Yu Qing Lan—clearly grasped the magnitude of the upheaval that had just occurred. The moment their souls returned to their bodies, almost all experienced a deep sense of relief and the joy of surviving a catastrophe.

High in the sky, Nie Kong let out a gentle breath, feeling immense gratitude toward Chi Lian and the Seven-Colored Supreme Venerable, who had already departed for the Yin Ruins.

It was fortunate that Chi Lian intercepted the Thunder Dragon, and that his Master, the Seven-Colored Supreme Venerable, defeated the Thunder Dragon and delayed the formation. Otherwise, if the formation had run its full course, the souls of those living beings would have been implanted with the Thunder Dragon’s wish-power, and their bodies would have simultaneously perished in annihilation—a situation from which recovery would have been impossible.

That the matter resolved like this was already a great stroke of luck.

Essentially, the vast majority of beings whose souls were extracted had awakened. Only a very small number of souls, whose extraction by the formation was too severe, had already dissipated. Even with Nie Kong's power to reverse heaven, such beings could not be brought back to life.

“Hmm?”

Nie Kong, who was monitoring the situation below, suddenly raised an eyebrow and let out a soft exclamation of surprise, focusing almost all his attention on the Ten Thousand Peaks Mountain Range in the Underworld.

The Ten Thousand Peaks Range was the station of the Heaven-Escaping Sect.

In a secluded valley, a young woman reclining on a lounge chair suddenly came to.

This woman appeared to be in her twenties, clad in a white dress, possessing a charming face, a voluptuous figure, and a graceful posture. It was Mo Xin Yue, the daughter of the Sect Master of the Heaven-Escaping Sect. Mo Xin Yue pushed herself up with her arms, her narrow waist and full hips showcasing her curves. Yet, her clear eyes held a lingering haze of confusion.

A moment later, Mo Xin Yue’s delicate body trembled, as if recalling something.

“Xiao Yu!”

She cried out sweetly, leaping from the lounge chair. Her figure flickered repeatedly as she shot toward the valley entrance with speed akin to a meteor.

At the valley mouth, a delicate and handsome little boy sat on the grass, his clear eyes holding a hint of vacancy. Seeing this boy, Mo Xin Yue instantly breathed a sigh of relief.

“Mother!”

The boy’s eyes instantly regained their sparkle. He shouted joyfully and ran toward Mo Xin Yue. Perhaps due to running too fast, he tripped over the weeds every few steps, tumbling several meters. The boy didn’t cry out; he simply giggled, picked himself up, and was then embraced by Mo Xin Yue, whose face was etched with loving concern.

“You child, why aren't you watching where you step?”

Mo Xin Yue brushed the dirt from the boy’s knees, chiding him lightly, though her tone was brimming with adoration.

“Mother, I had a very strange dream where I floated up, up so high…”

The little boy sprang up, gesturing a “very high” posture. “I also saw so many, many people there; they were all very scared, but Xiao Yu was very brave and wasn't scared at all.”

As he finished, the little boy patted his chest with a grin, looking very brave.

“Yes, yes, Xiao Yu is truly amazing.”

Mo Xin Yue couldn't help but smile.

“Mother, were you there too?”

“Yes, yes, Mother was there too. It’s a pity I woke up so quickly, otherwise Mother could have found Xiao Yu in the dream.”

“I thought the same thing, Mother. Mother, do you think Father was there? Will he come to find Xiao Yu in the dream like you?”

“He…”

Tens of thousands of meters high in the sky, Nie Kong stood frozen in the void as if struck by lightning, his gaze piercing through infinite space, following the little boy in the valley.

The boy had an elegant appearance that was very pleasing to the eye, especially those eyes, which were incredibly lively. Looking at his eyebrows, eyes, nose, mouth, face, and ears—he was an exact miniature version of Nie Kong.

“Is this my son?”

Nie Kong muttered foolishly. The appearance might be coincidental, but the feeling of blood connection could not be faked.

Almost the moment he saw the little boy’s soul, Nie Kong had been captivated. Upon seeing Mo Xin Yue in the valley, he understood: she must have conceived his child after their brief encounter in the Ghost Domain of the Underworld, and then given birth to that child.

Whoosh!

Nie Kong suddenly appeared outside that valley.

Perhaps unsure how to answer the boy’s question, Mo Xin Yue had already made an excuse to return to the valley interior. At this moment, only the little boy was playing alone by the entrance.

“Little fellow, what is your name?”

Nie Kong’s figure flickered, and he knelt before the boy, his voice laced with excitement.

“I’m not called ‘little fellow,’ my name is Mo Yu.”

Seeing the suddenly appearing Nie Kong, the little boy was not frightened; instead, he pouted, glaring at Nie Kong with clear displeasure.

“Mo Yu?”

Nie Kong frowned slightly, immediately guessing Mo Xin Yue’s intention behind the name—Mo Yu, the superfluous person.

“Uncle, you look a lot like me.”

After scrutinizing Nie Kong for a few moments, little Mo Yu stared with his dark, bright eyes, very curiously.

“Uh, it’s not that I look like you; it’s that you look like me.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because… I’m your father!”

? : Two more epilogues to come~~~