Junior sister took first place again

Above the sky, disaster clouds surged like raging waves in the dark sea.

Ning Jiasheng, standing alone at the heart of the Crucible of Heaven and Earth, has withstood the first eighty devastating catastrophes: thunder and fire tempered his bones, inner demons sharpened his soul, he steadied himself amidst the turbulence of time and space, and severed his fate from the chains of cause and effect...

Her body was covered in blood, divine patterns were faintly visible on her dark-gold imperial bones, and her scarlet-gold eyes were like lava abysses, burning with unyielding flames and nascent imperial power.

At this moment, in the center of the terrifying calamity cloud covering thousands of miles, the runes of endless laws, the chaotic images of the creation of the world, the breath of the end of extinction... suddenly collapsed inward and condensed, and finally turned into an extremely ancient and mysterious mark.

It is silent, yet it seems to bear the entire weight of the world's birth and destruction. The pressure it exudes makes the sun, moon, and stars dim - the Imperial Seal of Guixu!

This Dao Fruit mark, which symbolizes the ultimate test and recognition of Heaven, slowly sank and imprinted directly on Ning Jiasheng's forehead.

The heaven and earth seemed to freeze, and beyond the calamity clouds, only the unwilling roar of the Heavenly Dao and the twisted shadow of the God remained.

Ning Jiasheng raised his head, his red-gold eyes were as clear as a mirror, reflecting the fallen imperial seal.

She showed no fear and offered no resistance. Instead, she completely opened herself up to him.

The heart of Taoism that has gone through hardships is perfect and flawless, the body hides an immortal divine brilliance, and the soul is as tough as refined gold.

She embraces this ultimate perfection with the purest attitude.

"Om-!"

The moment the Emperor Seal touched the center of the eyebrows, it was not a roar, but a resonance from the deepest part of life.

It was as if the last missing piece of the puzzle between heaven and earth had finally been put into place.

In an instant, the red-gold imperial flames that soared into the sky and the vast purple energy of the imperial star were all absorbed into the body.

An even deeper, vaster, and almost purer supreme majesty naturally emanated from every inch of her flesh and blood, and every strand of her soul.

The divine patterns on the dark gold emperor's bones are completely perfect, flowing with an eternal and immortal luster.

An supreme divine personality that transcends all living beings and dominates its own destiny was finally forged.

At the moment when the Guixu Emperor Seal was completely integrated and the Emperor's character was complete—

boom! ! !

A vast pressure originating from the source of blood, like an ancestor god who had been sleeping for eternity suddenly awakening, swept across the entire continent in an instant!

In the Dongfang Qushan Mountain, there is an endless sea of ​​forests and all the beasts are silent!

The low-level monsters that were fighting and fleeing stopped in confusion, then instinctively crawled and whimpered towards the source of the pressure.

Deep in the forest, several rare nine-section wolf spirit beasts stood up excitedly, with their fluffy red tails raised high, and let out short and proud calls, announcing the supreme glory of the rise of their tribe.

The top of the Great Snow Mountain in the northwest.

The ancient and rare Ice Spirit Bird tribe's clear and long calls echoed through the sky in their territory.

The sound carries deep sorrow for the sacrifice of the late Emperor Mingyi, and also contains solemn recognition of the birth of the new Emperor and the rekindling of the imperial flame.

All the adult phantom birds spread their icy crystal wings, circled the highest ice peak, and danced a sacred sacrificial dance in the wind and snow. The ice crystals reflected brilliant colorful light.

There are hundreds of thousands of mountains in southern Xinjiang.

The ferocious creatures from the ancient times stopped roaring, and a rare look of awe appeared in their huge eyes.

The old ape king beat his chest like a drum, the poisonous dragon lowered its head, and the most unruly golden-eyed tiger also retracted its claws and crouched down, growling softly.

The roars and growls of all beasts merge into a primitive and majestic torrent of faith.

In the mountains and forests, more nine-segmented wolves held their heads high and chests puffed out, proudly showing off their common bloodline with the new emperor.

Deep in the East China Sea.

The Lord of Chongming, who had been silent for many years, opened his eyes as huge as islands. The long whale song penetrated the cold sea water, interweaving with the roar of the huge waves, turning into a deep-sea hymn dedicated to the new emperor.

Countless sirens surfaced and offered ancient blessings and gifts of submission towards the Imperial Star.

In the heart of the Central Plains, on the edge of the human city.

The hidden intelligent demons would howl at the moon, burn incense and pray, or perform war dances.

The butterfly girl dances in the clouds, scattering bits of vital light rain; the old tortoise priest carves the oath of allegiance in ancient demonic characters.

The nine-section wolf monsters who were hiding deep in the world had tears in their eyes and bowed deeply in the direction of the calamity cloud - this bloodline of the tribe that was once regarded as weak actually gave birth to the supreme emperor who ruled over all monsters.

Youzhou, outside the Sun Palace.

Above the nine heavens, the calamity clouds dissipated, the sky light reappeared, and an auspicious aura filled the air.

Although the Dayu Palace, which has endured the baptism of nine imperial disasters, appears dilapidated, it is bathed in the new imperial glory, adding a sense of solemnity.

On the vast scorched earth outside the palace, all the eleven demon kings of Youzhou were present, and countless great demons who heard the news came here. They all held their breath and looked up at the towering figure with silver hair, golden eyes, and imperial robes in the sky.

At this time, a gorgeous multicolored light came from the west and landed gracefully in front of the demon kings, transforming into a man wearing a colorful feather cloak and with an extremely handsome face - it was the ruler of Chongqiu in the western border of Youzhou, King Chongqiu!

The Luan bird clan is born with gorgeous feathers and is good at singing and dancing, but King Chongqiu's beauty and dancing are unmatched among the demon clans.

However, since the death of Demon Emperor Ming Yi three hundred years ago, no one has seen the Lord of Chongqiu dance since then.

At this moment, King Chongqiu looked up at the familiar yet unfamiliar imperial majesty above the nine heavens - it clearly contained the aura of the Nine Lights True Fire that made his blood throb, and also carried a hint of resonance belonging to the Nine-Section Wolf, but which had been sublimated to the supreme realm.

An indescribable excitement and sense of destiny hit him.

Under the astonished gazes of the demon kings, King Chongqiu's colorful feather cloak moved without wind, emitting a dreamy, colorful halo.

Without saying a word, he lightly tapped the scorched earth with his toes, and his body began to dance like the lightest colorful cloud.

The smoke of gunpowder has not yet dissipated, and the ruins are still there. This is a Shura field full of war and destruction.

However, King Chongqiu's dance is holy and ethereal.

Every spin of his drew the wind, and every outstretched feather scattered bits of starlight.

The dance moves are sometimes slow like rolling clouds, and sometimes fast like a fleeting shadow. The colorful lights intertwine and entwine, and unexpectedly transform into a flaming lotus reborn from the nirvana and the shadow of a divine bird soaring in the sky above the scorched earth.

This is the most noble sacrificial dance of the Luan bird clan, performed only for the Supreme Being of Heaven and Earth and only for true soulmates.

This beautiful dance formed a shocking contrast with the devastated scene after the war, instantly stunning all the demons present.

Even the eyes of those unruly demon kings were filled with shock and admiration.

The leader of the plant-based demon clan, the graceful and elegant Lord Yaoying, looked at the long-lost, stunning dance, with a flash of reminiscence in his eyes.

King Yaoying sighed softly to Lord Cangli, a member of King Chongqiu's army, "Three hundred years have passed since His Majesty's death... I always thought I'd never again witness King Chongqiu's 'Nine Heavens Cloud Dance'."

"When this dance is performed, heaven and earth are eclipsed. If it were not for the True Emperor's presence, how could it be aroused?"

Lord Cangli looked at the king's passionate and radiant figure, and his eyes were filled with excitement.

She knew very well that this dance was dedicated to the new emperor above the nine heavens who inherited the will of His Majesty Mingyi and created a new era for the demon clan. It was the highest recognition and blessing of the Luan bird clan.

King Chongqiu's dance is like a signal—

Outside the Sun Palace, the demons were inspired by the sacred dance and expressed their submission and congratulations to the new emperor in their own ways:

The Lord of Fufeng growled, and slammed his chest with his huge tiger paw, making a dull roar like an ancient war drum.

The Lord of Yongfeng howled to the sky, and the clear and long wolf howl pierced the clouds with absolute loyalty.

The Lord of Zebei led his tribe and used his demonic power to carve ancient and mysterious runes of submission on the ground.

More demons, regardless of their race, bowed deeply to the figure above the nine heavens!

The vast power of faith, the will to submit, and the brilliance of luck rose from every corner of the continent and from every demon outside the Sun Palace, ignoring the barriers of space and madly converging towards the figure at the center of heaven and earth.

This tremendous power condensed and manifested behind her, eventually forming a looming crown that exuded supreme majesty that ruled over the heavens and was respected by all monsters - the Xutian Emperor's Crown!

At the core of the imperial crown, nine runes burning with pure Nine-Light True Fire rose and fell, proclaiming her supreme imperial power of fire.

Ning Jiasheng stood suspended in the air.

The radiance of the imperial seal flowed, and her tattered robes had long been restored, transforming into a solemn imperial robe with flowing dark gold and red flame patterns.

The red-gold eyes calmly looked down at the demon territory below, which was boiling because of her.

She clearly felt the torrent of will from the entire demon world, and also saw King Chongqiu crowning her with a beautiful dance outside the Sun Palace, as well as countless figures worshipping devoutly.

As her mind moved, the void behind her twisted, and a huge and majestic shadow slowly emerged - that was her true body.

The original golden and red nine-section wolf's true form has now completely transformed.

The fur all over his body is of a deep black gold luster, as if cast in the dark night, and every hair contains the immortal rhyme of Tao.

The iconic nine-section ring pattern not only did not disappear, but became even clearer and more eye-catching.

Red flames swirled above the ring pattern, as if nine burning suns were surrounding its body.

The most eye-catching thing is the tip of the fluffy tail and the tips of the ears, which still retain their original color. But now, even if she does not release her power intentionally, a circle of pure Nine Lights True Fire is still burning on them.

Like a banner that never goes out, it proclaims her supreme authority over fire and the highest glory of the Nine-Section Wolf lineage.

Black gold as the base, crimson flames as the ring, and a mark of imperial flame at the tip of the tail and the tip of the ear - this is the true form of her new body, majestic, noble, and domineering, with her unique spirituality and the blazing heat of fire.

Above the nine heavens, Ning Jiasheng's robes fluttered as his gaze swept across the vast earth, finally penetrating the endless void, as if looking directly at the distorted divine shadow deep within the rules.

Her voice was calm, yet it contained a power that could make the laws of the world tremble and all fires submit:

"Heaven's Way..."

"The final battle of this round begins with me!"

As the voice fell, all the demons roared in unison! The sound of worship, like a tsunami, resounded through the sky and shook the universe!

At this point, the deification was accomplished, the imperial calamity was complete, the new emperor was established, and the destiny was fulfilled.

Ning Jiasheng, the half-demon emperor who has the foundation of human sword cultivation, the blood of the nine-section wolf demon clan, the true source of the fire phoenix with a single fire spiritual root, and has experienced nine imperial tribulations, finally has the supreme power to compete head-on with the way of heaven that controls all living beings.

A brand new era begins in the midst of fire and worship.