The emerald green light, carrying the purest vitality of the First World, directly merged into Zhou Huai's white essence.

This power replenished the missing essence of the Origin Tree. As the mysterious woman's power completely merged into him, a roar resounded within Zhou Huai's body. The white light emanating from his body instantly surged, transforming into a vast ocean.

The black tide that was previously encroaching wildly melted away rapidly in the face of the white light. The energy of the white sacred tree surged back and began to devour Mr. Duan's black essence.

No! No!

Mr. Duan let out a frustrated roar.

His usually composed face was now completely distorted. He watched helplessly as the black essence he had accumulated over countless epochs was mercilessly crushed and stripped away by the white light. Those higher-dimensional laws shattered inch by inch under the onslaught of the white light.

Mr. Duan panicked completely, feeling threatened by death.

In the face of life and death, he decisively abandoned all external power, desperately extracting the most essential wisp of consciousness in an attempt to escape the core of the sacred tree. As long as his consciousness remained, he could eke out a living in the chaos and wait for the next era to begin.

He transformed into a faint black light and fled towards the edge.

However, just as his consciousness was about to vanish into nothingness...

"boom!"

A thick bolt of purple lightning suddenly struck out from the void.

This bolt of lightning, carrying the absolute power of rules, suddenly turned back in the void, tightly binding Mr. Duan's consciousness as he attempted to escape.

This was the last wisp of origin that the Heavenly Dao desperately tried to protect before it dissipated, even at the cost of destroying the entire Ninth World!

"The Way of Heaven!!!"

Mr. Duan let out a heart-wrenching roar.

He struggled desperately, trying to tear the lightning apart.

But all his struggles were in vain. The last wisp of the Heavenly Dao's essence transformed into a cage, pinning him firmly to the spot.

A surge of white light arrived.

Mr. Duan could only watch as his power was gradually devoured.

His ambition and arrogance, spanning countless eras, crumbled in the white light.

Ultimately, all of Mr. Duan's origins and consciousness were absorbed by Zhou Huai.

With Mr. Duan's demise, the split branches of the Sacred Tree completely merged with the main body.

A complete Origin Sacred Tree, imbued with the rules of myriad worlds, took shape within Zhou Huai's body.

"Snap!"

The invisible barrier shattered in Zhou Huai's sea of consciousness.

Zhou Huai's aura rose steadily, his power surpassing the limits of the Transcendent Realm.

He became the ruler above the transcendents, the rules of all worlds were reorganized in his eyes, and life and death were decided in a single thought.

Consciousness instantly returned to the physical body.

Zhou Huai opened his eyes and calmly looked ahead.

Mr. Duan, who has lost his strength, is undergoing rapid changes in his body.

His body hunched over, his skin dried out and clung tightly to his bones.

In the blink of an eye, his full head of black hair turned withered and snow-white, fluttering in the wind.

This old monster, who had schemed for countless ages, became calm in the final moments of his life.

The previous hostility had vanished from his body, and his cloudy eyes looked at Zhou Huai with a hint of relief.

He shakily raised his withered hand, removed the tattered ancient ceremonial hat from his head, and bowed slightly to Zhou Huai.

"Congratulations, you won."

Mr. Duan's voice was hoarse and aged, carrying a sense of liberation, drifting in the void.

"Heaven has indeed made the right choice. I have lived for so many eons and have no regrets."

As soon as he finished speaking, his withered figure transformed into specks of light, dissipating into the world and returning to nothingness.

With Mr. Duan's disappearance, the Ninth World, having lost its power, began to collapse.

The earth shattered, the oceans evaporated, and the stable space crumbled inch by inch.

The entire world vanished into nothingness, and in the endless chaos, only Zhou Huai and the Origin Tree within his body remained.

The consciousness of the Origin Tree resounded in Zhou Huai's sea of consciousness: "The Ninth World has been destroyed. Do you wish to create the Tenth World?"

Zhou Huai looked at the churning chaos around him, and shook his head with a smile.

"No, not the Tenth World."

"It's a new world."

As Zhou Huai focused his thoughts, the Sacred Tree's massive roots plunged into the chaos, beginning to give rise to entirely new world rules.

Time has passed, and I don't know how much time has gone by.

Zhou Huai suddenly opened his eyes, panting heavily.

He sat up in bed, sunlight streaming through the gaps in the curtains onto the blankets, bringing a warm feeling. He subconsciously glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table.

Holy crap!

Zhou Huai shouted, threw off the covers, hurriedly put on his clothes, and muttered:

"Oh no, oh no, I think I'm going to be late!"

He pushed open the bedroom door, and the living room was filled with the aroma of food.

His mother was serving breakfast to the table, complaining irritably that he stayed up late reading books every day and could never get up in the morning, urging him to wash his face and eat breakfast quickly.

The father, Zhou Feng, sat on the sofa watching TV, holding a teacup and chiming in without turning his head: "The child is old enough to sleep as long as he wants. Don't say anything so early in the morning."

The morning news was playing on TV, and on the screen was a giant canine-like creature helping a traffic policeman direct traffic. The presenter spoke clearly and loudly: "Animal creatures are humankind's best companions. Please care for the animals around you and work together to build a prosperous new world..."

Zhou Huai didn't even have time to wash up before rushing to the dining table, picking up a glass and gulping down a large mouthful of milk.

This milk was just milked this morning from "Milk Ball," the exotic dairy cow we keep at home. It flows down my throat and warms my stomach.

He grabbed a meat bun, put it in his mouth, picked up his schoolbag, and rushed out the door.

As soon as Zhou Huai opened the security door, he was stunned.

Ye Xi stood at the doorway, carrying a backpack.

She wore her hair in a high ponytail, the morning light shining on her face, and looked at him with a smile.

Zhou Huai scratched his head, took the bun out of his mouth, and said apologetically, "Sorry, I overslept. Did I keep you waiting?"

Ye Xi shook her head and waved the two movie tickets in her hand: "I haven't been waiting long. The movie I'm going to see today, 'Yaso Shippuden,' is about to start. I heard there's a love triangle between a swordsman and a mythical fox spirit. I've been looking forward to it for so long. If I don't leave now, I'll really miss the beginning."

Zhou Huai looked at her, smiled, and nodded.

He naturally reached out and took Ye Xi's hand.

The two of them ran briskly towards the movie theater as the morning sun rose.

A gentle breeze swept across the street, and the domestic cats and exotic animals on the roadside rolled over on the bench, basking comfortably in the sun; everything was peaceful and vibrant.

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