I swept the Phoenix with the Onmyoji Shikigami

On that moonlit night, the stars seemed silent, witnessing an extraordinary legend.

Starlight, standing under the moonlight, the Star Creation Pen seemed to have life in his hand. With a light wave, the complex and profound outline of the first generation Demon Lord Book God was outlined in the air.

He whispered, "In the name of the stars, I paint your image, and may its light wash away your sins."

As the pen tip dances, the model gradually comes to life, as if the god of calligraphy himself has traveled through time and space, bringing with him an indescribable majesty and sorrow.

Beside Xinghan, a colorful disk was rotating slowly. Every ray of light was like a carefully woven net, capturing the remaining blood of the Demon Lord in the air, purifying it one by one, and then gently guiding it into the model's body.

This light is pure and bright, like the first ray of light from the rising sun, without any impurities. It penetrates the darkness, illuminates every corner, and cleanses all misunderstandings and barriers in the world.

Under the illumination of this light, even the deepest sins and the most powerful monsters seemed to have lost their former arrogance and ferocity. They trembled and wailed in the torrent of light, and were eventually completely destroyed and turned into nothingness. This light is not only a symbol of purification and redemption, but also a source of hope and rebirth. It allows everything to return to its original state and revitalizes the world.

At this time, Xinghui took a deep breath, slowly raised his hands, lightly touched his fingertips, and guided the deep spiritual power in his body to start flowing smoothly. As his spiritual power surged, the colorful disk seemed to be given life and began to slowly rotate.

This colorful disk was originally the crystallization of the power of the stars. Under the control of the starlight, it released an unprecedented colorful light. These lights were delicate and soft, like the brightest stars in the night sky falling into the mortal world, or like the fragments of sunlight leaping in the stream in spring, gathering into streams, flowing slowly in the air, and finally gathering into a river of light.

This river of light, with the power to purify everything, gently and firmly cleansed every trace of the demon's blood left in the air. The blood that was once full of evil and violence seemed to be given new life under the shining light, gradually becoming clear and transparent, losing its original hideousness and terror.

The spiritual power of the star and the light of the colorful disk cooperated with each other, accurately forcing out the aura of the Demon Lord in the blood one by one, making it impossible for it to hide in the dark.

Under the guidance of Xinghui, these stripped auras slowly flowed into the model body of the first generation Demon Lord Book God. At this moment, time seemed to freeze, history and reality intertwined here, and the past and the future collided wonderfully at this moment.

With the infusion of the Demon Lord's aura, subtle changes began to occur inside the model, as if the God of Books himself was undergoing a baptism of rebirth.

At the same time, Shen Li was on high alert, his heartbeat becoming increasingly stronger.

Shen Li kept encouraging herself in her heart:

"It doesn't matter. For the sake of the six realms, death is the worst that can happen."

"Xinghui, I'm here and I won't let you get hurt again."

"I know the demon bloodline in my body, I will not bring trouble to the six realms."

"Xinghui, no matter you are Xinghan, Shenxing or the God of Painting, you are that person, the person beside me, and you will never change."

"Humph, you think you can restrain me with just the power of stars?"

Suddenly, a low and provocative voice came from inside the model. It was the residual spirit of the Demon Lord at work.

Xinghui's eyes were as sharp as torches, and he was unmoved. He knew that this was just the Demon Lord's last struggle, so he just responded calmly:

"Although you are strong, you are no longer the same as you used to be. Today, I will not only purify you, but also let you witness what true salvation is."

The battle broke out again, and Xinghui had a fierce confrontation with the power of the Demon Lord that was bound by the model.

The light of the stars and the power of darkness collided in the air, and each confrontation was accompanied by a deafening roar and dazzling light.

Xinghui's figure appeared unusually tall under the light of the stars. His attack was full of determination and power, as if to sweep away all the darkness.

Xinghui engaged in a fierce battle with the power of the Demon Lord that was guided into the model's body.

During those long five days and five nights, Xinghui and the power bound in the body of the first generation Demon Lord Book God model fought a battle of souls beyond the flesh. The light of the stars and the darkness of the abyss intertwined in the void to create a series of bizarre pictures. Every flicker of light was the shining of Xinghui's unyielding will, and every surge of darkness was the roar of the Demon Lord's unwilling power.

As the battle intensified, the starlight seemed to be able to penetrate the barriers of time and space, and had a dialogue across life and death with the consciousness behind that power - the remnant of the first Demon Lord Book God.

“God of Books, you once illuminated the world with the charm of the four gentlemen of music, chess, calligraphy and painting. That elegance and wisdom made all things shine. Why now are you willing to give up everything and sink into this endless darkness?” Xinghui’s voice seemed particularly firm under the reflection of the starlight. He tried to awaken the conscience in the heart of the God of Books.

"Hmph, Xinghui, how could you understand? All the beautiful things in this world are but passing clouds. Power and strength are the eternal pursuits. I am the embodiment of this power, and I will not hesitate even if I degenerate into a demon!" The demon's voice was low and full of temptation, trying to convince Xinghui with his twisted logic.

But Xinghui was not moved by his words, as he knew that the Book God must have unfulfilled obsessions and regrets deep in his heart. "Book God, you and I once enjoyed the elegance of playing the zither under the moon, the fun of playing chess in the bamboo forest, and the beauty of calligraphy and painting. In those days, your smile was like the warm spring sun, warm and bright. How can you forget that purity and beauty?"

Xinghui's words were like a spring breeze, gently brushing the cold heart of the Demon Lord. For a moment, there seemed to be a subtle fluctuation in the model's body, which was the remaining emotions in the Book God's remnant struggling.

“I… I haven’t forgotten…” The demon lord’s voice trembled slightly, “But there is no going back. I have been swallowed by this power and can never go back to the past.”

"No, God of Books, as long as there is love and light in your heart, there will always be a way back." Xinghui's voice became more firm. He knew very well that only with love and light could the darkness be completely dispelled and the God of Books be saved from the sea of ​​suffering.

Therefore, Xinghui increased the output of star power, and each of his attacks was filled with remembrance of the Book God and determination to save him. Finally, after a violent collision, the power of the Demon Lord began to loosen, and the Book God's remnant seemed to be touched.

"Xinghui... Thank you for reminding me of those good times in the last moments..." As the Demon Lord's voice gradually faded away, the dark power in the model's body also weakened.

Just as the model was dying and about to be completely purified, an unexpected change occurred. Shen Li, who was watching the battle, felt the long-suppressed evil spirit in her body stir again, as if summoned by something, and suddenly broke out and invaded her body again. Shen Li groaned in pain, with struggle and helplessness flashing in her eyes.

She covered her chest in pain, her eyes flashing with pain and struggle. "Xinghui, I... I can't control it!"

Shen Li's voice carried a hint of despair.