"Moreover, as a Heavenly Dao Saint, the grievances and hatred of mortals are meaningless to me."

His voice carried an indescribable transcendence, even when speaking of his own greed and stupidity, without a hint of embarrassment.

In recounting the calculations of everyone, there was no anger or resentment.

"Under the Heavenly Dao, all beings are equal. Life and death, existence and nonexistence, whether a Daluo Golden Immortal or the dust of ants—these make no difference to the Grand Dao. The sun and moon rotate, the seasons change, life and extinction occur, all within the Dao. My single thought can invert the starry river; my single breath can transform the seas into mulberry fields. I have seen through all the mysteries of the world, knowing all past and future events that have occurred or have not occurred. Yet, what significance does all this hold for me?"

"Morning fungus does not know the phases of the moon, and cicadas do not know spring and autumn. Mortals observe me as I observe the Dao; now I observe the Dao, and the Dao observes me. Thus I know that the so-called ’I’ is no more than a fleeting moment of self-awareness within the Grand Dao."

Everyone heard, awestruck, thinking that Emperor Shitian had become a Saint, comprehending the Heavenly Dao, and his words suddenly elevated, truly worthy of being a Heavenly Dao Saint.

It’s just that they couldn’t quite understand. There’s no helping it; everyone had reached this realm by killing monsters and leveling up, without the mindset to comprehend it, only feeling that these words seemed philosophical.

Only Tongtian Taoist listened and nodded repeatedly, seemingly touched. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Emperor Shitian, however, cared little about everyone’s reaction, continuing to speak, voice calm as if narrating someone else’s story, "Once this matter concludes, I too will no longer hold any meaning of existence. If the saints do not perish, the great thieves will not cease. As long as the saints exist, heaven and earth will ultimately turn to doom."

He raised his head and gazed into the void:

"I will use this final Power of Saint to activate the three Innate Treasures and recreate the Great Thousand Worlds. And I will... henceforth fall."

"Now, your questions have been answered. And I too shall fulfill my mission."

Tongtian Taoist seemed to have anticipated such an outcome long ago. He bowed solemnly to Emperor Shitian.

"Congratulations, Daoist friend, on comprehending the Grand Dao. Changing heaven and earth, immeasurable merits."

The Three Demons also bowed in unison, solemnly saying, "Congratulations, Daoist friend!"

The players, witnessing this, were also affected by the atmosphere, bowing one after another: "Congratulations, Daoist friend!"

Emperor Shitian nodded slightly to everyone, then suddenly raised his hand!

The three Innate Sacred Artifacts immediately flew towards him—

The Qiankun Map unfolded in the sky, transforming into the phantom image of the entire Great Thousand Worlds, mountains and rivers, Nine Provinces and Si Hai, sun, moon, and stars, All Heavens and Myriads of Universes, all within;

The Four Symbols Divine Cauldron shattered with a boom, transforming into Four Symbols Divine Power, merging into the world’s phantom image.

And the Chaos Pearl fell into Emperor Shitian’s palm, releasing the primal power of the chaos beginning, enveloping everything in a grayish haze.

Emperor Shitian formed sealing gestures with both hands, chanting:

"Chaos begins, Four Symbols define realms. Qiankun as the foundation, creation unceasing. With my body, merge the truth of the Dao—recreate the universe, follow my heart!"

As his words fell, the vast Power of Saint within him erupted, spreading furiously in all directions!

In an instant, Embers City began to collapse and disintegrate!

Not destruction, but "restructuring"—every brick, every speck of dust, disassembled into the most primal matter under the Power of Saint, then recombined into other things.

This force is about to change the entire Great Thousand Worlds.

Emperor Shitian’s strength poured out frantically. As the Power of Saint within him consumed manically, a trace of struggle finally appeared on his face, once calm as a still water—

"No, wait, I... I am the Heavenly Dao Saint, I must govern All Heavens and Myriads of Universes, I..."

However, that struggle vanished in an instant. His face returned to that of the emotionless Heavenly Dao Saint.

Xiao Jie felt a pang in his heart.

That was Emperor Shitian’s last speck of humanity. Before completely dissolving into the Heavenly Dao, he still struggled for a moment—even if only for a split second.

In a flash, the City Lord Mansion disappeared without a trace. Outside, the players had already noticed the anomaly, exclaiming loudly in surprise.

Xiao Jie looked towards the surrounding world in the distance—

Where the Power of Saint passed, those long-decayed worlds on the brink of destruction began to once again coalesce, piece together, and become whole. On the desolate wastelands, grass broke through the ground at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into a lush carpet and transforming into towering trees.

The eternal chaos in the sky was torn open, revealing the long-lost azure, sun, moon, and stars reappearing from the void, the azure spreading wildly in all directions, as if the obscured sky was re-manifesting.

The air was no longer pungent with sulfur and scorching but became fresh and moist, carrying the fragrance of vegetation and the scent of soil.

Steep peaks and mountains rose from the ground, ice melted, rivers formed from nothing, flowed down from the mountain tops, filling the dry riverbeds, converging into lakes.

Turning into ascending mist, encircling the mountains, forming patches of white clouds and mists.

Amidst the mist, waterfalls and streams could vaguely be seen, along with strange flowers, and even the long-lost Spiritual Energy, once again flourishing vigorously, filled heaven and earth.

The entire world is being reborn.

The Saint’s power was too dazzling, making everything around intensely glaring.

Xiao Jie had to close his eyes, gather all his Daluo Immortal Power to protect himself. Everyone else did the same.

The roar in his ears was deafening—that was the sound of material reorganization, the sound of the laws being rewoven, a sound bizarre and grand, filling every inch of space, as if the whole world was roaring, was cheering.