Junior sister took first place again

A dead and eternal atmosphere, wrapped in boundless emptiness and desolation, permeated the depths of the palace.

Ning Jiasheng's mind was gripped by the scene before him, and he was shocked speechless.

The giant crabapple tree frozen in black ice and the flaming phoenix flapping its wings, ready to take flight - this is a tragic testimony of two supreme beings who used themselves as cages and fuel to fight against their inner demons for more than thirty years.

The guidance that pierced space in the Cangwu Secret Realm now resounded in her sea of ​​consciousness: "... When you reach divine enlightenment, come to the Sun Palace... and everything will become clear."

She has not yet arrived at the stage of spiritual transformation, but she is already here.

The desire to remove the spirit-sealing restrictions in her body, and as a half-demon with a single fire spirit root, her instinctive, almost greedy attraction to the legendary Nine-Light True Fire, drove her forward.

Ning Jiasheng's footsteps were almost involuntarily as he moved closer to the frozen giant crabapple tree and the phoenix.

The closer the distance, the clearer the perception.

The thick black ice contained an extreme coldness that came from the power of the inner demon, which penetrated the bones and marrow and seemed to freeze the soul.

And deep in the ice, a faint but incomparably tenacious breath of heat was struggling to flow and resist—

It is the Demon King's life force, the purest Nine-Light True Fire.

This breath was like the most mellow nectar, igniting the most primitive desire deep in Ning Jiasheng's soul.

Ning Jiasheng stopped when he was only a few feet away from the giant frozen tree.

She slowly raised her left hand that was not holding the sword. The crimson fire spiritual power instinctively flowed and condensed in her palm without any deliberate activation, emitting a scorching heat wave.

That hand, with an almost fateful guidance, gently touched the smooth and cold surface of the ten thousand year old black ice.

Zhi——!

The moment the crimson spiritual power came into contact with the absolute ice, the sharp sound of ice and fire suddenly exploded, and a large amount of white mist rose up.

A terrifying chill rushed into her palm like a living thing, instantly piercing her skin, trying to freeze her meridians and solidify her flowing spiritual power.

The sharp pain from her fingertips was like a needle pricking her, and she almost instinctively wanted to pull her hand away.

However, at the same time as the extreme cold invaded, the Nine Lights True Fire, which was flowing with difficulty deep in the ice, seemed to have sensed the faint call of the power from the same source, and struggled, extremely hard... and a faint light appeared.

Ning Jiasheng gritted his teeth, exerting all his strength to stimulate the true fire in his body, trying to melt even a trace of this eternal ice.

boom! ! !

Consciousness seemed to be grabbed by an invisible giant hand and forcibly stripped from the body.

The magnificent palace and the frozen Begonia Fire Phoenix before my eyes instantly twisted, blurred, and collapsed...

The vision was torn apart by an invisible force, and the fragments of space splashed like prisms.

Ning Jiasheng felt that he was rapidly falling into a strange world where all the lights and laws were broken.

There is no sky or earth here, and it is difficult to distinguish up from down, left from right.

The burning golden-red divine flames and the vibrant green vines are intertwined and coexist with each other, but are constantly eroded and frozen by the omnipresent, inky-like deep darkness.

Ice and fire are reborn in annihilation, life and death struggle in the freeze, light and darkness cycle in the collision...

Everything is in fierce confrontation and conflict, forming an eternal closed loop of violence and despair.

field!

This is the core battlefield where the wills and powers of the three most powerful men collide!

Forced into this bizarre, lawless tripartite realm, Ning Jiasheng was like a small boat in a storm.

On the left, a phantom burning with dim golden-red divine flames barely maintained the outline of a phoenix. The flames flickered, revealing endless fatigue and weakness.

In the shadow, a pair of golden eyes that were full of majesty but could not hide their anxiety penetrated the chaotic laws and locked onto her firmly.

On the right, there is the shadow of a huge crabapple tree, with a flowing green light and a cold and sharp invisible sword energy flowing among the branches and leaves.

But the tree trunk is covered with hideous black ice cracks, the light is sluggish, and the vitality is stubbornly resisting the pervasive erosion.

At the core of the tree's shadow, a fairy-like, yet equally weak gaze was cast.

The Demon King and Uncle Jiang's thoughts, filled with immense weakness and anxiety, were both issuing stern warnings to her.

However, after the initial dizziness and shock, Ning Jiasheng quickly calmed down.

She was not an ignorant and reckless person. She knew very well that these two powerful people in front of her had ended up in such a situation in order to protect the people of this world, and they deserved the highest respect.

She hovered above the shattered void, ignoring the chaotic scene of ice and fire interweaving and darkness encroaching around her. Facing the flickering golden-red divine flame on her left, and the shadow of the emerald green crabapple tree covered with black ice cracks on her right, she looked solemn, folded her hands in front of her, and bowed in an extremely solemn ancient ritual.

"Junior Ning Jiasheng pays homage to His Majesty the Demon King and the Peerless Immortal Venerable."

Her voice was clear and melodious, penetrating the noise of the collision of laws within the domain, and was filled with heartfelt respect.

"Your Majesty's guidance in the Cangwu Secret Realm is deeply appreciated. The Immortal Venerable and Your Majesty sacrificed their lives to imprison the demon for the sake of the people. I deeply admire them."

Her action caused a barely perceptible emotion to flash across Ming Yi's majestic and anxious golden eyes, and the fluctuation of the flame shadow seemed to calm down a little.

There was also a hint of scrutiny and complexity in Jiang Yao's cold gaze.

"You shouldn't have come here at this time." Ming Yi's voice was still tired, but less impatient and more serious. "Until you reach the state of Divine Transformation, this place is a dead end for you! He..."

"Destiny has its own course."

Ning Jiasheng raised his head, his golden eyes fixed on the two groups of will that represented the pinnacle of this world. "Now that I've reached this point, there's no turning back. If I don't understand the art of sealing the soul, I have no hope of becoming a god. If I don't have the hope of becoming a god, then the outcome will be difficult to change."

Her words were calm, yet filled with a resoluteness that was unwavering.

Uncle Jiang's emerald green light flickered slightly, as if filled with a thousand words, before ultimately fading into silence. The Demon Emperor's divine flames also fell silent for a moment, as if in tacit agreement.

As victims who have fought against this entity and imprisoned themselves for decades, they have already glimpsed a corner of the suffocating truth, but are restricted by certain rules or His will and cannot express it directly.

Ning Jiasheng's arrival was not so much an accident as it was a fateful node that they had already foreseen but were unable to prevent.

After a moment of silence, Ning Jiasheng asked the most important question:

"Your Majesty, now that I am here, please tell me the whole truth."

She looked up into the Demon King's eyes, "What do you mean by 'the responsibility of the people has been placed on me since three hundred years ago'?"

A barely audible sigh echoed from above: "That's all... This demon can't be restrained by the Five Elements. Its power comes from..."

Just when the Demon King was trying to convey more crucial information——

hum!

All the sounds of collisions, energy annihilation, and fluctuations of will in the entire chaotic realm... were instantly swallowed up by an absolute "silence".

This isn't a spell of silent speech, but rather all sounds have been completely "erased" by some higher-level existence!

In the center of the domain, the void itself began to collapse and twist inward, forming a perfect chaotic origin that seemed to be the source of all things.

Then, the origin bloomed silently.

There is no light.

In other words, all light is attracted and swallowed up by the existence itself at the moment of birth!

A figure walked out from the absolute, all-light-devouring abyss, following an invisible trajectory.

His perfection cannot be described in mortal words.

It is not the beauty of the form, but the existence itself that has reached the absolute harmony of the simplicity of the great way, exuding supreme majesty.

His outline was still exactly the same as Ning Jiasheng's, but now it was filled with absurdity and holiness that made the soul tremble—

It seemed as if Ning Jiasheng's existence was just a crude copy of Him in this humble world.

His face was completely shrouded in a flowing, incomprehensible and unmemorable chaotic image that transcended light and darkness.

Any attempt to peek will be instantly wiped out by the powerful force of rules that originates from the root of the world, leaving only endless dizziness and the individual's own insignificance like an ant.

Even the Nine Lights True Fire burning in the domain and the flowing emerald green light of vitality, their light became dim and distorted when approaching Him, as if the light itself was afraid and surrendering.

He is perfection itself, the ultimate form of existence, something that cannot be understood, seen directly, or described by the mortal world - God!

His footsteps fell silently, yet it was as if he was stepping on the node of the laws of all things, causing the entire realm to tremble and wail.

"You came."

An ethereal, indifferent voice rang out, which was the same as Ning Jiasheng's original voice but stripped of all "impurities".

This sound is not heard, but is directly imprinted in the depths of the soul, like the first sound when the world was created.

Ning Jiasheng felt as if his soul had been thrown into a furnace in the sky. His eyes felt a sharp pain as if they were torn apart by the rules of the avenue. Blood beads with golden light slid down his cheeks uncontrollably.

But she forced herself to steady her shaky mind, resisting the terrifying attraction with immense willpower. Her golden eyes fixed on the existence that she could not look directly at. Her voice trembled slightly with pain, but it was clear as the sound of metal and stone clashing:

"I am coming."

After a pause, Ning Jiasheng uttered two words in an extremely slow voice: "Heaven, Tao."