Junior sister took first place again

This revelation is like tearing open the world's scars and ultimate conspiracy in a bloody manner.

The area was dead silent, with only the silent wail of the annihilation of laws echoing.

At this moment, the corner of Ning Jiasheng's blood-stained mouth slowly curled up into a complex arc - there was a strange calmness in that arc.

She endured the burning pain of staring directly at the divine figure. Her voice was not loud, but it clearly penetrated the dead silence of the realm, carrying a sense of fulfilling a fateful agreement:

"I see... the cancer of the world, a prisoner of self-salvation, truly... pathetic and abominable."

"But before all this begins..."

She raised her bleeding eyes and stared at the indescribable halo. "Third question."

The moment these words came out—

hum!

The flawless, all-devouring figure of the Heavenly Dao actually showed an extremely obvious, almost human-like stagnation.

It was as if some kind of deeply buried contract was suddenly triggered, and the time and laws within the domain seemed to be paused at this moment.

After a brief pause, Tiandao's ethereal and indifferent voice sounded again.

But this time, there seemed to be an indescribable, almost helpless, yet expected sigh deep in the voice:

"Heh... You, as expected, would ask right now."

"Well, that's fine. The agreement I made with you through my divine consciousness is also my will. My promise is eternal and will never deceive you."

His voice carried a kind of indifference, as if overlooking the long river of time, yet strangely he adhered to that seemingly insignificant promise. "Ask, this is the last question."

Ning Jiasheng took a deep breath, as if he wanted to inhale the atmosphere of this area filled with despair and conspiracy into his lungs and engrave it into his bones.

Her question was sharp and piercing:

"You—this so-called 'source of pollution', 'fallen demon'—what exactly are you?"

"Or rather, where does your 'pollution' come from? What caused the supposedly ruthless Heavenly Dao to breed a 'cancer' that devours itself?!"

This question is earth-shattering!

The wills of the Demon King and the Peerless Immortal Venerable were instantly tensed. This was the ultimate mystery that they had been fighting against for many years but had not been able to solve.

Tiandao's perfect figure seemed to be silent for an extremely short moment after the halo.

The ethereal voice sounded again, still without joy or sorrow, but as if stating a cold and cruel truth of the universe:

"I am the inevitable crystallization of entropy produced by the operation of the world's laws. I am the inevitable result of order turning into chaos, the 'residue' and 'resentment' accumulated in the cycle of birth and death of all things."

"Pure Heavenly Dao maintains a cold and precise 'existence.' And I bear the dark side of the will of all living beings, struggling under these rules, destroying, unwilling, and yearning for 'meaning' and 'change.'"

"I am this world's own cancer. A seed of self-destruction bred by the very laws of nature over endless time."

"The so-called 'pollution' isn't caused by external forces, but rather the world's desire to 'evolve,' to 'transcend' the shackles of icy rules... an instinct that ultimately spirals out of control and twists. It's the silent curse and rebellion of all beings against their 'predestined fate' that converges at the core of the rules, ultimately giving rise to me."

His voice was cold, as if he knew the root of everything:

"The Pure Heavenly Dao's desire to obliterate me is the self-purification of the rules. I want to replace them, rule over everything, and endow this chaotic will with 'order' and 'meaning'. This is also the instinctive self-salvation of the dark side of this world."

"My existence itself is the greatest paradox and destiny of this world."

The truth is so desperate.

Pollution originates from the world itself—the Way of Heaven and the evil spirits are actually the tearing and civil war between the two sides of the same coin.

All living beings are both victims and the source of this "cancer".

Ning Jiasheng was so shocked that she almost lost her balance. This answer was a thousand times more terrifying than any foreign invasion she had imagined.

"End of Q&A."

Tiandao's voice returned to absolute indifference, "The promise has been fulfilled."

His perfect figure began to become illusory and vague.

"and many more!"

Ning Jiasheng screamed, "There's one more question—what's the price?! Are you answering me just because of that promise?!"

Tian Dao's figure was about to completely merge into the dark world. The ethereal voice uttered one last sentence, with a strange, almost gentle cruelty:

“Commitment is one.”

“Second…”

"I've said before, you are the darling of Heaven, the only variable in this world, and His only hope against me."

"It is also my... the most perfect 'container'."

"I'll tell you the truth, let you struggle in despair, resist in enlightenment, and watch you, this chess piece that embodies all of His 'favorites,' ultimately purify me, or... become me..."

"Isn't this the greatest drama ever...between gods and gods?"

"The only 'preference' between Him and me is for you. Although...

The voice seemed to carry a hint of mockery, "You may not want it."

"I really hate being involved in this game, but now that I'm in it, if I have to make a choice, I will definitely not choose you, because—"

Ning Jiasheng paused before continuing, "Heaven's favor may be a chance for the world's survival. Your desires, however, are nothing but selfish."

"Change? Continued existence?"

A meaningless chuckle emanated from the halo. "Right and wrong will be revealed in the end. The shackles have been removed, the chains have been broken."

His figure began to become illusory, and his voice seemed to come from the sky:

"Ning Jiasheng, I am upon the throne, waiting for you... to ascend as a spirit."

"When you become a god, I will be your beloved child. Prove to your parents - is your 'destiny' the light of salvation, or -"

"... the most perfect sacrifice offered to me."

The stardust light path dissipated, and the haloed figure disappeared into the darkness.

The confrontation in the field remains, but it is filled with deeper heaviness and despair.

The ultimate truth about the world's self-inflicted cancer, the common karma of all living beings, and oneself as a "double sacrifice" was like billions of pounds of black ice, freezing her mind heavily.

"The light of salvation... or... a sacrifice..."

Ning Jiasheng's bloodstained lips moved silently, repeating the cruel verdict.

Pale golden tears of blood mixed with cold sweat slid down and condensed into tiny blood beads in the cold void.

The excruciating pain of her soul being torn apart and the dizziness of her cognition being overturned made it almost impossible for her to maintain her suspended posture, and her body was shaky.

The nearly unsolvable logic of Heaven—using her status as "Destiny's Favored One" to justify its own existence, placing her in a chess game where she was both a Purifier and a Container—built a suffocating cage of despair.

At this freezing point of despair, when her consciousness was almost completely frozen—

"Ning Jiasheng!"

A low, majestic call, filled with the vicissitudes of endless years and the heavy fatigue of the moment, suddenly tore through the silence of the field.

It’s the Demon King Mingyi!

The Demon King's golden eyes were as deep and serene as a thousand-year-old cold pond. Within the shadow of the flames, the shattered scenes and thoughts were reflected with incomparable clarity.

There were countless Immortal Lords and Demon Kings standing on the divine weapon hubs across the continent, with resolute expressions on their faces, burning their origins together to activate the forbidden method.

The continent crumbles, and the cracks in the Demon Realm devour everything like a ferocious maw. At the center of the scene is Ning Jiasheng, at the peak of his previous life, his eyes filled with the determination to sacrifice after seeing everything.

"That was the end of the previous reincarnation."

Ming Yi's voice was heavy as a mountain, carrying an indelible sense of defeat. "We were defeated, defeated by the disparity in our control over 'Destiny'. At the last moment, we exhausted all our resources, activating every ancient artifact on the continent, attempting to forcibly reverse time and restart the game."

"However!"

There was no sorrow in the Demon King's voice, only a cold recognition of absolute power.

"He is God. He controls time and its laws! In the flood of retrospection, He altered the trajectory of time. Time did not return to the eve of the decisive battle... but... it reversed directly to over three hundred years ago, before your birth."

“!!!” Ning Jiasheng’s soul was shaken.

"After the flashback, all living beings except Him lost their memories of the future."

The flames flickered slightly, conveying a profound sense of helplessness. "Due to that ultimate regression that transcended their limits, all the artifacts have collapsed or fallen into eternal silence, no longer usable."

“And He . . . . . .”

Ming Yi's golden eyes were as sharp as knives, locking onto the direction where Tian Dao disappeared. "At the 'initial' moment when I lost my memory and my power was weakened by the retrospection, you chose to directly possess my body."

Fragments of the scene flashed: the Demon King Ming Yi in his prime was invaded by the invisible will of heaven in the Dayi Palace, and let out a painful roar that shook the earth.

The Nine Lights True Fire clashed fiercely with the extremely evil will of Heaven, but in the end... the attempt to seize the body failed!

The Demon Emperor's true form disintegrated, and he used it to construct a cage. The Will of Heaven was also severely damaged, trapped deep within the Sun Palace, and began to weave a web of pollution, waiting for a new "container".

"This is the truth behind the dramatic changes in the Sun Palace three hundred years ago."

Ming Yi's voice carried a desolate tone of exhaustion. "As someone who was possessed, I once reached the summit of this world. During the long confrontation, I was able to glimpse fragments of that time's past. This is also the small reason why I can guide you."

"Now," Mingyi's golden eyes turned to Ning Jiasheng, and his eyes were extremely complicated - there was reluctance, heaviness, and the deepest helplessness of an elder facing the cruel reality, but in the end, all turned into a heavy hope entrusted to the end.

"Time... is about to reach... the point where we first began our retrospection. Cracks in the outer space are appearing frequently, and the connection to the demonic realm is intensifying. This is a sign that the timeline is concluding."

"The Peerless Immortal Venerable and I are both now candles in the wind, with only this remnant of will remaining..."

The shadows of the crabapple trees sway slightly, conveying silent but extremely firm support and tragic grandeur.

"The artifact is destroyed. This is your last chance." Ming Yi's voice grew weaker, as if it would fade away at any moment. "Ascend to the God Transformation Realm and sever this endless cycle of reincarnation—"

He looked deeply at Ning Jiasheng, his eyes containing a thousand words, which ultimately turned into a heavy exhortation:

"The future of this world . . . . depends on you."