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"Is that... enough?"

A hoarse, slow voice, like two pieces of dry, rotting wood rubbing together, emanated from the mottled wooden coffin.

Inside the coffin, the Zombie Alliance True Monarch known as Yellow Altar slowly turned his head.

A pair of hollow, dead eyes pierced through the shadows of the sarcophagus, landing on the aloof figure of the Vast Sea Dust True Monarch, who stood alone in the distant void with a cyan blade in hand.

"You destroy my sect’s foundation, kill my disciples and followers, and seize my treasure of ten thousand years... and you call this ’enough’?"

Yellow Altar True Monarch’s voice wasn’t loud, yet every word struck the Broken Heaven and Earth Laws like a death knell.

It caused the surrounding dim yellow sky to ripple ominously.

Faced with words steeped in endless grief, rage, and accusation, the Vast Sea Dust True Monarch’s expression remained as placid as a deep, ancient well, without the slightest ripple.

He didn’t even shift his gaze. He simply stared at the dim yellow expanse and spoke slowly, uttering a single, clear, and cold word:

"Yes."

"What?!"

The aura around Yellow Altar True Monarch, suppressed to its absolute limit, suddenly erupted!

Like a dormant volcano of ten thousand years violently erupting.

The Ancient Coffin beneath him groaned as if unable to bear the strain, and the surrounding Heaven and Earth instantly transformed into a deeper, more suffocating, and terrifying shade of dim yellow.

This yellow seemed capable of corroding all things.

Even the void itself emitted faint cracking sounds under this hue!

"Such a great threat as the Celestial Corpse was lurking within your Zombie Alliance, yet neither you nor Chi Gong noticed. You allowed it to grow until it turned on you, creating the disaster of today."

Vast Sea True Monarch’s voice was clear and calm, as if stating an unrelated fact, yet it carried an undeniable finality.

"This is a failure of your own oversight, and also the will of fate.

Yellow Altar, your Zombie Alliance’s time is up."

He raised his eyes slightly, his clear, calm gaze finally falling upon Yellow Altar True Monarch, but it was a condescending inspection, as if looking at a discarded old object.

"Don’t be ungrateful. For this partition, the fact that we came personally, rather than sitting by and watching your Zombie Alliance become Resources for the Celestial Corpse Sect’s revival and causing even greater turmoil, is already... showing you a great deal of respect."

The words were plain, yet they held the ultimate arrogance and cruelty.

It was a verdict delivered from a foundation of absolute power and established fact.

They were bullying him. So what?

The amber fire in Yellow Altar True Monarch’s eyes flickered violently, and he whipped his head around.

His gaze seemed to pierce through layers of the void, looking toward several other locations where figures hid in the shadows. They had not truly revealed themselves, but they all radiated a heart-palpitating aura.

"You... you all feel the same way?"

The void was silent. No one answered.

But their silent, indifferent presence was the clearest answer of all.

They had tacitly approved of the Cyan Sect’s actions, approved of the partition, approved of... the end of the Zombie Alliance.

"Heh... heheh... Good. Good! GOOD!" Yellow Altar True Monarch suddenly let out a string of low, desolate laughter.

"I never thought... my Zombie Alliance, established for ten thousand years, a power that dominated the Northwest... would end up in such a pathetic state!

When a man is down, everyone gives him a kick!"

The laughter stopped abruptly. His amber eyes locked onto the Vast Sea Dust True Monarch.

"That Celestial Corpse... I presume she gave you quite a few... benefits, didn’t she?"

As soon as he said this, the atmosphere between Heaven and Earth instantly grew more bizarre and unpredictable.

Atop the Suspended Coffin, resentment and a deathly aura surged as if they were tangible.

Facing Yellow Altar True Monarch’s accusation, the Vast Sea Dust True Monarch’s expression didn’t change in the slightest. His voice was as clear as a spring, yet every word was a knife, carving away at Yellow Altar True Monarch’s last shred of dignity:

"That’s right. What she gave us is very novel, and... very valuable."

He even paused slightly, as if savoring the weight of that "value."

"Compared to a Sect that is internally corrupt, riddled with hidden dangers, and destined to fall.

Her value is clearly higher."

A naked calculation of benefits, with no attempt at concealment.

In the eyes of this Cyan Sect True Monarch, the fall of the Zombie Alliance was not a tragedy but a necessary choice based on a judgment of "value."

"However," his tone shifted slightly, still placid but with a hint of charitable magnanimity.

"To spare your and Chi Gong’s feelings, we rejected her request to re-establish the Celestial Corpse Sect in the Northwest."

Vast Sea True Monarch raised his eyes, his gaze once again falling on the amber flames burning in Yellow Altar True Monarch’s eyes.

"If you are unreconciled and wish to seek revenge, you can find her Overseas."

He didn’t deign to hide it, nor did he deign to be secretive.

This frankness, born of absolute power and cold interests, made Yellow Altar True Monarch feel a bone-deep sorrow far greater than any false sympathy or twisted accusations could.

’So, the collapse of the Zombie Alliance’s ten-thousand-year foundation and the complete annihilation of its Disciples isn’t even considered a tragedy worth taking seriously.’

Yellow Altar True Monarch fell silent.

The terrifying, dim yellow light churning around the sarcophagus gradually calmed and receded, but it didn’t dissipate. Instead, it settled into the deepest depths.

The monstrous aura around him also slowly retracted, and the mottled wooden coffin, along with this piece of Heaven and Earth, fell into a dead silence.

After a long time, he let out a low sigh, its meaning unclear:

"Fine. Chi Gong and I... were outmatched. We concede defeat."

He took a deep breath, and the Ancient Coffin trembled slightly with the motion.

He raised his eyes one last time, looking deeply, as if to forever burn the image of this Cyan Sect True Monarch and the silhouettes of the silent approvers in the shadows into his memory.

"However, I must trouble you all to remember this..."

His voice wasn’t loud, but it echoed clearly through the Broken Heaven and Earth:

"For the shame of this day, in the future, we... will have our revenge."

As his voice fell, there were no more roars, no more struggles.

The mottled wooden coffin, carrying the last True Monarch of the Zombie Alliance and the withered figure within, shimmered like an ink drop dissolving in water, then vanished silently into the dim yellow sky before the color had fully faded.

Without a single trace.

There was no earth-shattering farewell, no world-ending final act of madness.

Only an oath and a somber exit.

In this round, the Zombie Alliance... had admitted defeat.

With Yellow Altar True Monarch’s departure, a dead silence fell over the Broken Heaven and Earth.

At that moment, a figure quietly materialized beside the Vast Sea Dust True Monarch.

The figure was blurry and indistinct, as if formed from countless streams of flowing, watery light.

Only the clear spring cupped in his palm was distinct, its surface gently rippling, clearly reflecting the faint after-image of the mottled wooden coffin fleeing through the void.

"Letting him go just like that will be somewhat troublesome later on," the blurry figure said. His voice was like a water droplet falling into a deep pool—ethereal and tinged with consideration.

"Capture him? Work together to kill him?"

He continued to suggest, his tone as casual as if discussing pruning branches.

The Cyan Blade Longsword in Vast Sea True Monarch’s hand let out a soft hum. He slowly shook his head, his gaze still clear and calm.

"Unnecessary. He’s a homeless dog, living in constant terror. What is there to fear?"

"We still need time to digest and study what the Celestial Corpse gave us.

Besides, the turmoil in the south will spread to the Northwest before long.

Eliminating a True Monarch at this time would just be a waste of our strength."

The blurry figure fell silent for a moment. The ripples in the spring in his palm subsided, and the coffin’s after-image vanished along with them.

"Mm, you have a point. The bigger picture is what matters."

"Also," Vast Sea True Monarch said, looking up toward the depths of the Northwest sky, a rare change in his gaze.

"The date for the Four Sects’ peace talks has been set.

Before then, everyone should keep a low profile.

I don’t have much time left; I won’t make it to the peace talks.

And the one to take charge of the Cyan Sect next... is my senior brother."

The blurry figure flickered slightly, revealing a hint of curiosity. "Your senior brother is...?"

"You’ll know in due time," Vast Sea True Monarch said, cutting off his inquiry. His tone returned to its usual placid coldness.

"His temperament... is a bit odd."

With that, the Cyan Sect True Monarch said no more. He took a single step and was already in the center of this Broken stretch of Heaven and Earth.

His gaze swept over the areas below, which had been completely annihilated by the erasure of causality, so thoroughly that even traces of their existence had nearly vanished.

Many Cultivators had once been there, but now only nothingness remained.

"Call them."

Vast Sea True Monarch said to the blurry figure. His voice wasn’t loud, but it echoed clearly throughout Heaven and Earth.

"Reconstruct causality. Bring back the people Yellow Altar erased."

Following his command, several other majestic figures who had been hiding behind the scenes, all radiating similarly vast auras, slowly revealed their blurry outlines in the void.

They did not fully materialize, merely occupying a section of the sky and projecting their will.

In the next moment, a grand spectacle of reversing life and death unfolded in this ravaged stretch of Heaven and Earth.

HUMMM—!

The Vast Sea Dust True Monarch was the first to act. He didn’t swing his sword but instead held his fingers together like a brush. With the void as his scroll and his own supreme Sword Intent as ink, he drew in the air!

Streams of cyan dao light, as clear as water yet containing endless vitality, flowed from his fingertips. They began to trace and capture the severed and dissipated threads of causality.

At the same time, the other True Monarchs also displayed their own techniques.

The clear spring in the blurry figure’s palm suddenly shot into the air, transforming into a hazy water screen that enveloped the surroundings. Within the screen, faint images of the past could be seen.

They were the last moments of those Cultivators before they were erased.

Illusory images of billions of brilliant stars appeared around another True Monarch. Starlight rained down, stabilizing and reinforcing this piece of Heaven and Earth that had become fragile from the forced interference with causality.

This prevented a greater collapse during the reconstruction process.

Yet another True Monarch manifested the illusion of a simple, ancient cyan tree behind him that blotted out the sun. As its branches and leaves swayed, it scattered an endless supply of life-force essence, preparing to nourish the residual souls and physical bodies that were about to be pulled back from nothingness.

The True Monarchs worked in concert, their Daoist Intents intertwining, the Laws themselves thundering!

It was like a giant stone had been thrown into a calm lake. Countless tiny motes of light, which had already dissipated, were forcibly condensed and extracted.

This was an an extremely complex and delicate process, like swimming against the current of the river of time to salvage a sunken ship.

Compared to Yellow Altar True Monarch’s act of erasure,

this process was thousands, even tens of thousands of times more difficult and complex.

Gradually, the motes of light began to coalesce. First came blurry outlines, then distinct limbs, and finally, complete physical bodies and dazed Divine Souls!

One, two, ten, a hundred... The Cultivators who had been completely annihilated, whether at Qi Refining or Foundation Establishment, reappeared one by one in the places where they stood before being erased, as if a film were being played in reverse!

Their eyes were vacant, filled with the utmost confusion of having escaped death.

When the final thread of causality was reconnected and the last Cultivator’s figure had fully solidified,

The True Monarchs’ power receded like the tide.

Vast Sea True Monarch withdrew his fingers. His gaze swept across the "reborn" Cultivators below, his eyes devoid of sorrow or joy, as if he had just completed a trivial task.

He turned and took a step, about to depart.

But his gaze lowered slightly, as if he had noticed two anomalies.

"Interesting..."

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly. Vast Sea True Monarch flicked a finger discreetly, and his figure vanished completely.

At this moment, Qi Yun and Qian Xin Master were marveling with delight, having just witnessed the magnificent scene of the Masters reconstructing causality.

Suddenly, Qi Yun felt his palm tighten.

He looked down and saw that a small, snow-white sword had somehow appeared in the palm of his right hand.

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