Heavenly thunder struck down, hitting the Demon God. For someone already on the brink of collapse, it was a fatal blow. At that moment, the entire world was nearly destroyed. The Heavenly Dao was damaged but still chose to stand firm, doing everything it could to save her life.
Even though the Heavenly Dao was struggling to sustain itself and seriously impaired, it could have abandoned her. Yet it still chose to protect her. Because of this, the Heavenly Dao exhausted most of its energy, causing the world's destruction to worsen.
In the end, her corpse was preserved intact and even placed here—everything was the work of the Heavenly Dao.
The Demon God lowered her head, her eyes growing moist. If the Heavenly Dao had abandoned her, it might not have fallen into the desolation it did later. Nor would it have remained incomplete after tens of thousands of years, still troubled by the Mùsù star system.
Song Wanníng, after witnessing the entire process, was stunned and silent for a long time. Facing the complete collapse of the world again, she was still shaken. Such a prosperous great world had ended in ruin because of invaders.
And it had yet to be restored.
She admired the Heavenly Dao's compassion even more, how it was willing to sacrifice its power for the sake of its people.
She had misunderstood it deeply in the past.
Song Wanníng fell silent.
Compared to her own selfishness, the Heavenly Dao was the true master who embraced all. At that moment, her understanding of the Heavenly Dao deepened.
"Little girl, the struggles among the Heavenly Dao are no longer something people like us can touch. The Mùsù star system is on the brink of collapse. The increasing number of invaders is proof enough."
The Demon God's eyes flashed sharply as she continued, "So you must do everything in your power to help the Heavenly Dao reunite the Spirit World and the Lower World. Only by gathering more energy can you resist the madness of the Mùsù star system. Otherwise, it will be a catastrophe for all the people."
If the Mùsù star system is pushed to the edge, anything could happen.
They would invade this world, seize resources, and take over living spaces.
They might even drag this world into destruction with them.
That is why restoring the Heavenly Dao here is urgent.
Song Wanníng's heart sank. A greater goal arose inside her.
She looked solemnly at the Demon God and said, "Senior, rest assured. I will give it my all."
This was not just about saving her family, but saving herself and countless lives.
"Good. I have not misjudged you!"
The Demon God smiled with relief.
Seeing Song Wanníng willing to fight the Heavenly Dao of the Mùsù star system, having such courage, she had not been mistaken. She reached out to gently pat Song Wanníng's head, her eyes full of love and expectation.
"Unfortunately, I cannot see the future. But the Demon God origin lives within you, which is as close to me as I can be. Now, I will give you my final assistance."
After an endless wait here, this moment finally had meaning. She smiled freely, her eyes carrying a hint of release. Then she placed a palm over Song Wanníng's head. A surge of Demon God power and spiritual energy poured swiftly into Song Wanníng's body.
At that moment, she looked up at the sky.
The proud Demon God had killed gods and beasts alike along the way, living arrogantly all her life. In the end, she owed a huge debt to the Heavenly Dao, which had troubled her mind.
Now, she had finally repaid it.
"Senior..."
Song Wanníng felt the overwhelming power flooding her and, for some reason, tears silently filled her eyes.
Watching the Demon God's figure gradually fade, she understood that some things and some people could never come again.
She was the greatest lucky one.
She would not let down the expectations of her senior or the Heavenly Dao.
The Demon God lowered her head again to look at Song Wanníng.
"Little girl, shall I show you one last fireworks display?"
She smiled brightly.
In the next instant, Song Wanníng felt herself transported to a new space.
The Demon God appeared before her. Every move and technique was displayed clearly. Fireworks blossomed, illuminating Song Wanníng's sea of consciousness.
The Demon God's techniques poured into her, unfolding one scene after another. Along with the techniques came glimpses of the Demon God's experiences, like watching a slideshow.
When the images gradually faded, Song Wanníng's body was already filled with immense demonic power.
"Senior..."
She watched the Demon God's figure fade until almost transparent, sadness welling deep in her heart.
Life was always full of regrets.
At that moment, she thought how wonderful it would be if the Resurrection Pill could really bring someone back to life. But sadly, it was just wishful thinking.
"Do not grieve for me. I lived wildly, brilliantly, and earth-shakingly. Even immortality could not compare to my joy."
Seeing Song Wanníng's sadness, the Demon God smiled. She gently patted Song Wanníng's head one last time, then slowly vanished into the air.
The surroundings fell completely silent.
That feeling of familiarity disappeared with her.
Song Wanníng bowed deeply toward where the Demon God had faded. With that, the last trace of the Demon God's Primordial Soul was completely gone. There was no longer a Demon God in this world.
She turned back and saw the skeleton quietly lying in the cave. This was the corpse preserved by the Heavenly Dao and should not remain buried here forever. She carefully gathered the bones and placed them in a jade box, then stored it in her spatial ring.
The skeleton would not be buried yet.
When the two worlds merged, she would bury the Demon God's remains in the Song family's ancestral tomb, where generations of Song disciples would honor her.
After completing this, Song Wanníng felt a weight lift from her heart and quickly adjusted her mood. At that moment, a violent surge of demonic power suddenly roared inside her, assaulting her acupoints and meridians.
In her dantian, the demonic and spiritual energy stirred wildly.
Song Wanníng's expression turned serious.
She immediately sat cross-legged and began absorbing and calming the demonic energy. This was the Demon God's power, and she had to master it before she could make it her own.
At the same time, the Demon God's techniques continued to flow through her sea of consciousness as black symbols, weaving steadily within.
Five days later, the sky above the forbidden land stirred again.
Dark, heavy clouds rushed toward the forbidden land, and the sky instantly darkened.
The Grand Elder was shocked and straightened his body.
He had been waiting all these days but never saw any sign of the two.
Unexpectedly, the calamity clouds had arrived once more.
"Could it be the long sword crossing tribulation again?"
The Grand Elder frowned, his eyes filled with greed.
But to his shock, it was not a treasure going through tribulation—it was a person.
A demon cultivator radiating pure demonic energy!
Could it be the young master of the demon clan advancing?
The Grand Elder was terrified.
Baili Shang was already a Divine Soul stage cultivator; advancing further would mean Unity stage.