Revival of All Things and the Return of the Heavenly Dao

Everyone watched the scene before them in silence, sensing the gravity of karmic cause and effect about to be severed between Evan Lynn and Lily Zhao.

No one uttered a word. The spatial array shimmered, its purpose clear: a teleportation formation to whisk Jill Jing and Gavin Duan away from danger.

Evan Lynn stood there, gazing at Lily Zhao not far ahead. Around Jill Jing, a spiritual qi barrier flickered, protecting her from the chaos of the battlefield.

Lily Zhao showed no sign of making a move. Wind and thunder rolled across Heaven and Earth, heightening the tension as cultivation energy surged.

Yet as Lily Zhao drew closer, Evan could already feel the pitch-black Lyria Blossom at his heart growing increasingly restless, as if it sensed the coming upheaval.

Strange, unfamiliar energy surged from within Evan, rippling outward in all directions, hinting at the turmoil within his dao-heart.

“So today, I’m fated to die here and fall into reincarnation?” Evan asked, his voice steady despite the looming fate.

Evan spoke with a faint, detached tone, his dao-heart unwavering even as he faced death.

When he spoke, it was almost as if he wasn’t discussing his own life or death, his words colored by a calm acceptance rooted in his dao-heart.

His words carried only a faint hint of indifference. At his fingertip, the pale blue spring-eye—the extracted spirit spring—gleamed, central to the fate of Heaven and Earth.

Lily Zhao nodded, not in any hurry to act. Jill Jing’s face looked slightly tired as the spring-eye was stripped from her, but she never resisted or dodged, accepting Evan’s decision with unwavering trust.

“I can protect your mother, and every friend you have in this world will be safe,” Lily Zhao promised, her words carrying both authority and a hint of gentle reassurance.

Lily Zhao’s voice was calm and gentle, the kind of composure expected from someone who once guided Nine Mysteries Immortal Lord.

“So I should really thank you, huh?” Evan replied, his dao-heart firm, though a trace of emotional struggle flickered beneath his words.

Evan shook his head slightly, the gesture subtle but filled with determination.

He could clearly sense that the surging spiritual qi in his dantian kept rushing toward his heart, toward that pitch-black Lyria Blossom. The pressure grew, and Jill Jing pressed her lips together, nodding silently and following Evan’s instructions without hesitation.

Evan tried to stop the flow, but the power of the Lyria Blossom was overwhelming, drawing in all his spiritual qi as if nothing could halt it.

But it seemed utterly impossible to stop. Jill Jing’s resolve was clear—she nodded silently, pressed her lips together, and followed Evan’s instructions without hesitation.

Right now, Evan’s strength was simply too weak, his cultivation unable to resist the forces at play.

Even if his Golden Core erupted and his spiritual qi reached its peak, it still couldn’t change the fact that Evan’s current cultivation was only at the Golden Core stage—the limits of his power were painfully clear.