Three Realms, after paying a painful price, the Light Sea finally disappeared.

The demon beasts from the Light Sea howled as they reverted back into flames, the light dimmed, and turned into ashes scattering everywhere.

The heatwave subsided, and the earth was enveloped in silence.

At first, people couldn't believe their eyes, then cheers erupted everywhere, the crowd boiling like boiling water.

Surviving the catastrophe, everyone was wildly celebrating, even shedding tears of joy.

"It's over!"

"The great calamity is over!"

The beings of the Mortal World, all dancing excitedly.

Even the Mountain God and the land spirits popped their heads out from the underground, stretching their wrinkles, faces brimming with smiles.

"We won."

"We have successfully crossed the calamity!"

In the Heavenly Palace, the remaining immortals looked at the sky with joy on their faces.

Emperor Qinghua and Gouchen returned and looked back at the sky together with everyone.

Soon, Ao Luan descended holding Sun Wukong.

The immortals immediately crowded around: "Is the Heavenly Emperor alright?"

"He's fine, just let him rest for a bit."

Ao Luan held Sun Wukong tightly.

The immortals sighed in relief and then began to cheer.

The great calamity had ended, they had won!

"That was tough."

Barefoot Immortal laughed loudly: "This damn great calamity has finally ended!"

"What a pity, everyone died."

Wang Lingguan said, somewhat saddened.

"Don't worry."

Shangqing stroked his long whisker and said, "When the Heavenly Emperor wakes up, they will all revive."

"That's true."

The immortals began to celebrate again, only Yuqing remained silent on the side.

"What's wrong?"

Lord Lao Zi asked him.

"There's something wrong with the ground."

Yuqing looked down at the land: "Perhaps it hasn't ended yet."

The immortals looked towards the ground, seeing a swath of white.

"What is that?"

After the Light Sea disappeared, the ashes scattered everywhere.

The immortals thought they were just ordinary ashes, but at some point, they had transformed into translucent, crystal-clear snowflakes.

The snowflakes floated towards the Four Great Continents.

"Come here!"

Shangqing waved his horsetail whisk, gathering some snowflakes into his hand.

But as soon as they touched his palm, Shangqing felt a chill spreading rapidly as if to freeze his hand.

He flung the snowflakes out.

The snowflakes fell to the ground, the cold spreading rapidly, and soon the ground was frozen into a reflective ice surface.

Then, an even more astonishing scene occurred. Shard-like white thorns grew from the smooth ice surface.

These thorns covered with sharp spikes were intimidating to behold.

"How could this be..."

The immortals were startled.

The snowflakes had turned into thorns and even took root in the Heavenly Palace.

"Where did these come from?"

"This is a curse."

A voice came from above: "The death of Buddha Beads brought a curse to the Three Realms."

The immortals looked up at the sky, two beams of light descending.

It was the Jade Emperor and Buddha, both covered in wounds returning from Chaos, but still maintaining their original appearance.

"Your Majesty, Buddha, thank heavens you are unharmed."

Lord Lao Zi greeted them.

"Yes."

The two Heavenly Venerates nodded.

"What happened?"

Lord Lao Zi sensed that the Jade Emperor and Buddha were deeply concerned despite the calamity having ended.

"The Buddha Beads have not entirely vanished,"

The two replied.

They thought that exterminating the Buddha Beads' Immortal Soul was enough, but it had left behind a core in that bloody space.

That pitch-black core stretched across the bloody space, erupting with endless Mana, rings of Curse rippling out.

The Curse spread to the Three Realms, turning the ashes of the Light Sea into thorns.

"Go and investigate."

The Jade Emperor sighed.

The immortals, realizing the urgency of the situation, acted immediately, some headed to Chaos, others to the Three Realms, each taking on investigative tasks.

On the ground, mortals began to realize that the Light Sea had merely transformed into icy thorns.

Their cheers and laughter disappeared.

A day later, bone-chilling cold swept across the land, the thorns grew more numerous.

They spread with the cold wind across the land, dense and ubiquitous, wherever the snow and wind reached, plants withered, leaving only thorns.

No matter how many times people cut the thorns, with a gust of cold wind, they grew back again.

These were infinitely regenerating thorns, accompanied by endless cold and panic.

Soon, the towns were also covered by sharp thorns.

The roads were cut off due to the freezing cold; the sudden change of the world dragged everyone back into the nightmare of the great calamity.

In the sky, the immortals had found the results.

"That bloody space encases a black Round Ball, ready to explode shortly."

Lord Lao Zi said: "The energy from its explosion is enough to destroy the Three Realms."

The will of the Buddha Beads had perished, the core in the bloody space was rapidly collapsing, releasing huge energy, which was accelerating the collapse, soon to cause a horrific explosion.

In his deduction, Lord Lao Zi saw the destruction of stars, the immense light and heat shattering the Three Realms, unstoppable by anyone, including himself.

"These thorns are just affected by its oscillation, not a real Curse."

Lord Lao Zi made the final judgment: "The great calamity is not yet over."

The shadow of destruction once again enveloped the world.

On the ground, countless thorns covered the cities.

In the Chaos Realm, within the huge and terrifying bloody space, the core of the Buddha Beads was violently splitting towards explosion.

This explosion would be greater than all previous impacts.

The Three Realms had recently suffered severe damage and heavy casualties, left with no means to counter it.

Everyone was plunged into panic.

At this moment, Sun Wukong woke up.

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