Junior sister took first place again

"The body is already formed. If I don't return now, when will I return?"

The voice of Heaven is chilling and piercing through the abyss, carrying with it an unquestionable will of control.

The torrent-like power ignored all resistance and violently poured into Ning Jiasheng's sea of ​​consciousness, attempting to completely crush, cover, and replace her half-demon soul.

The pain pierced her soul, shattered her bones, and tore her heart apart. The cold force of rules was like a maggot attached to her bones, madly eating away at her memories and emotions.

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

The Demon King's final words were like the last faint spark of a candle in the wind, beating tenaciously in the abyss of her consciousness that was about to sink completely.

That spark carried a familiar, burning scent.

Just when Ning Jiasheng's consciousness was about to be completely swallowed by the torrent of Heavenly Dao, and this perfect Dao body that had been tempered by eighteen divine transformation thunder tribulations was about to change its owner -

“Ning—Jia—Sheng—!!!”

A roar filled with the vicissitudes of life, endless determination and the final entrustment, like a shocking thunder that tears through the eternal night, exploded between heaven and earth!

Amidst this roar, there was a faint sound that pierced through the clouds and reached the soul - the cry of a phoenix!

It’s the Demon King!

The remaining shadow of will, which was already as weak as a candle in the wind, suddenly burst out with light that burned everything.

This isn't a confrontation, but... using one's body as fuel, burning out the remaining soul, sacrificing oneself, and igniting the future."

The Fire Phoenix Clan's true source of life - the Nine Lights True Fire - was burning madly in the core of his residual soul!

"My era... is gone! The future of this world... lies in you!"

His pair of golden phoenix eyes, which once reflected the rise and fall of all monsters and were now burning with the Nine Lights True Fire, could only see through the relief of life and death and the instructions that were heavier than the ancient sacred mountain.

His remaining will, the last essence of his origin, the eternal destiny of the entire demon race and the unyielding fighting spirit that he carried as the king of all demons... all burned and sublimated.

Then, it transformed into a torrent of Nine-Light True Fire that was pure to the extreme, containing supreme majesty, the tragedy of sacrifice, and the will to burn away all evil.

This golden and red torrent of true fire, with nine sun-like bright spots flowing in its core, poured resolutely and unhesitatingly into the core of Ning Jiasheng's sea of ​​consciousness, which was about to be completely annihilated by the will of heaven!

boom--! ! !

It was as if the ancient imperial star, which had been silent for endless years, suddenly awakened in the deepest part of the soul.

Three powers awakened at the same time:

Deep in the bloodline lies the life force of the demon race;

As a sword cultivator with a single fire spiritual root, he has a natural affinity and control over the essence of fire;

And the long-forgotten supreme imperial destiny and the tremendous power to rule the mountains and rivers that originated from the first Human Emperor Ji Yao and flows in the most orthodox bloodline, belonging to the common leader of the human race.

The Demon King's Nine Lights True Fire, like the most blazing firewood, instantly ignited all the fire sources in her body.

It was like a key that forcibly opened the dormant ancient bloodline seal belonging to the Human Emperor.

A noble, majestic dark red torrent carrying the wishes of all people collided and merged with the golden red Nine Lights True Fire torrent in her body.

Ming Yi, the emperor who once reached the pinnacle, commanded all the monsters, and finally imprisoned himself to seal the disaster, his last existence turned into the flame that ignited Ning Jiasheng's ultimate potential.

At the cost of his own eternal annihilation, he won for her... a slim chance of escaping from the possession of her body!

Moreover, guided by his supreme imperial luck, he forcibly communicated with the depths of the original laws of this world, the ultimate trial that surpassed ordinary heavenly tribulations!

"Ming Yi!? How dare you—!"

Tiandao let out an unprecedented roar, mixed with rage and a hint of disbelief and fear.

He clearly felt that a new, more domineering and self-centered power rule was being forcibly activated, which made him feel uneasy and even threatened his existence.

The core of this power not only carries the aura of the Nine Lights True Fire that can incinerate all evil, but also subtly transcends His direct control.

Om-! ! !

The entire world fell into absolute, suffocating silence!

The rolling purple sea of ​​thunder solidified and disintegrated in an instant!

The spreading space cracks stopped and healed!

The violent erosion of the Heavenly Dao was like hitting an invisible, supreme barrier, and was forcibly repelled and isolated!

An indescribable supreme pressure that made all things bow and the laws tremble, as if it came from the origin of the world, swept across the world with Ning Jiasheng as the center.

Her body—the body that had just endured the eighteenth divine transformation thunder tribulation and was in the most "perfect" state—began its ultimate transformation in the golden and red torrent injected by the Demon King's sacrifice.

The pale gold on the bones completely transformed into deep, noble, dark gold imperial bones that carried all spirits. The cracks healed and were engraved with ancient and majestic divine patterns.

The flesh and blood are reborn, flowing with dark golden divine light, transforming into the body of an immortal god and demon.

Her long silver hair danced wildly in the wind, and the deep purple calamity clouds above her head were completely dispelled and replaced by the invisible power.

A vast and boundless supreme calamity cloud, which seemed to encompass all the heavens and worlds and flowed with the purple energy of the imperial star, slowly unfolded!

Within the purple air, there was no longer thunder, but rather the condensation of pure world laws—the axe of creation, the blue lotus of chaos, the divine pillars supporting the sky, the vortex of annihilation, the eternal stars...

Countless magnificent phantoms symbolizing the ultimate images of the creation, destruction, order and chaos of the universe float in it.

They are no longer messengers of destruction, but witnesses.

Witness an existence that may dominate his own fate and even the fate of the world, and accept the final test!

A terrifying aura of disaster that surpassed the level of incarnation and the limits of cognition in this world, and was self-centered, enveloped the heaven and earth.

This aura could only make the polluted Heavenly Dao fluctuate and rage in vain outside the calamity cloud, but it could no longer touch Ning Jiasheng who was shrouded in the calamity cloud!

Ninety-nine and eighty-one - the emperor's calamity!

This is the legendary supreme calamity.

Only those who have the destiny to change their fate, who carry the destiny of a world or even the heavens, and whose existence itself has touched the embryonic form of the authority of "dominance" can have the possibility of triggering it.

It is spontaneously formed by the original laws of the world, symbolizing the ultimate certification of the status of "Emperor".

Its power is boundless and its process is extremely dangerous. Even the Heavenly Dao, which governs the rules here, is helpless in the face of this catastrophe and can only watch.

If you can get through it, the emperor will return to his position, rule the world, and his words will be enforced; if you fail, your body will die and your spirit will be forever silent.

"Emperor, King, Robbery?!"

The voice of Heaven's Will was filled with incredible rage and a hint of hidden fear.

"Ninety-nine?! Mingyi! You actually sacrificed your broken body to force your way to the Emperor?!"

"Ning Jiasheng! You are only half a soul. How can you bear this calamity? You are courting your own destruction!"

He understood!

Ming Yi's final sacrifice not only temporarily blocked his attempt to take over another's body, but also used his lifelong royal luck and the remaining fate of the demon clan as the "Emperor's Foundation" to force Ning Jiasheng, who had just completed his transformation into a god, to the ultimate examination room of the origin of the world, which even he could not interfere with.

This imperial tribulation is the highest recognition of Ning Jiasheng's potential, and it is also her only chance to break free from the chess game of heaven and truly dominate her own destiny!

It is also... the most horrific burial place!

Ning Jiasheng's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened.

Those eyes turned into molten dark gold, and the sea of ​​stars in their eyes rose and fell, and thousands of paths flowed.

Ning Jiasheng's personal emotions were condensed to the deepest part of her soul. An absolute will that was cold, majestic, and looked down upon all living beings, as if it originated from the Supreme Emperor's Tribulation, filled her eyes and body.

She slowly raised her new arm, with red-gold flames dancing on her fingertips and dark-gold imperial patterns flowing, pointing to the vast and boundless purple clouds of disaster on the imperial star.

Her voice was calm, yet it resounded throughout the universe like the first law of creation, carrying the determination to burn away all shackles:

"Heaven's Way..."

"It's time to end your play."

“My way . . . . . ”

"I'll go on my own!"

The chaotic calamity that opened up the world, the torrent of creation entwined with the Nine Lights True Fire runes, the pillars of law symbolizing the chains of order, the breath of the abyss that annihilates all things...

Nine disasters containing the original power of the universe, like nine divine hammers of creation, took turns bombarding Ning Jiasheng's new body.

Each strike is enough to turn a peak-level Jindan cultivator into ashes.

The dark gold imperial bones around her body roared, and the red gold imperial flames burned wildly. She endured this initial baptism head-on.

The lines on the emperor's bones became clearer and deeper, and the divine power in his flesh and blood was repeatedly tempered between destruction and rebirth, becoming more condensed and pure.