Junior sister took first place again

In the Jiuyou Palace, the inner demon sat on the towering black throne, overlooking the area below.

A massive crystal wall hovered in the hall, flickering with light as images flashed across it: the demonic army crushed the last few stubborn human strongholds with overwhelming force, the sacred land of the immortal sect was reduced to scorched earth, and widespread grief...

The good news came in continuously, like the most fragrant wine.

"The world...is finally in my hands."

The inner demon's deep voice carried with it supreme satisfaction and the pleasure of controlling everything, like an echo from the abyss.

The twisted, loving gaze fell on the figure standing beside the throne—Ning Jiasheng, whose eyes were empty and who looked like the most exquisite doll.

This is His most proud masterpiece, a perfect container, symbolizing His ultimate conquest and transformation of the world.

Looking at Ning Jiasheng's flawless yet lifeless face, a cruel and playful thought suddenly emerged in the mind of the inner demon.

He thought of the insect who was trapped deep in the palace dungeon and struggling like an ant - Wen Xingzhou.

“Heh…”

A sneer of contempt echoed in the hall. "Good boy, follow me on a tour. Let's see what a miserable end those who refuse to obey fate and stubbornly resist will ultimately suffer."

"This is the new order I bestow upon this world."

The space fluctuated slightly, and the figure of the inner demon, along with Ning Jiasheng, disappeared in the hall in an instant.

Deep in the Jiuyou Palace, there is a torture chamber filled with blood and despair.

Wen Xingzhou was hung high on the cold rack by specially made magic chains.

He lowered his head, his blond hair sticking to his pale, bloodstained cheeks, and his breath was weak.

The seven originally gorgeous golden fox tails drooped limply, and the snow-white fur at the tips of the tails was soaked in blood and had lost its luster.

The magic nail on his scapula flashed with an ominous black light, constantly eroding his demonic power and vitality.

His body was covered with scars from torture, there was hardly a single intact part of his body, and his breath was as weak as a candle in the wind.

Lingru went out to deal with the affairs of Crescent Moon City. The one here at this time was the Lord of Huiyue City - Ji Huan.

In his hand, he was playing with a boning knife that was flashing with a cold blue light, admiring his masterpiece with a cruel and satisfied smile.

Suddenly, the entire dungeon was engulfed in an irresistible force of pure and twisted will.

The space fluctuated slightly, and the figure of the inner demon appeared out of thin air. Beside him followed Ning Jiasheng, who had empty eyes and looked like an exquisite doll.

"Greetings, God!" The cruelty on Ji Huan's face disappeared instantly, and he knelt on the ground calmly.

The inner demon turned a blind eye. His gaze fell on the dying Wen Xingzhou, then turned to the flawless Ning Jiasheng beside him. A mixture of kindness and amusement flowed across his face.

"My child, look at this." The inner demon's voice was full of the intensity of a masterpiece. "This is the fate of those who defy me. Dust, as it were, should be dust."

He seemed to be instilling the concept of absolute obedience in Ning Jiasheng, and was also enjoying the process of using Wen Xingzhou's pain to educate himself on how to be a perfect container.

Wen Xingzhou's eyelashes trembled with difficulty and he barely opened his eyes a little.

With his vision blurred, the first thing he saw was Ning Jiasheng's empty and dead golden eyes.

His heart felt as if it was pierced by an ice spike, and the severe pain mixed with boundless grief instantly gripped him.

He pursed his lips tightly, swallowed the sweet taste in his throat, and stared at her deeply with his eyes full of pain and worry, trying to find a trace of the past in the dead silence.

Ning Jiasheng remained indifferent and unable to perceive the joys and sorrows of the outside world.

Wen Xingzhou's scarred body, the suppressed pain, and even the dull Yuehan Spirit Arrow that was casually discarded in the corner, could not stir up the slightest ripple in her empty eyes.

She just did as her inner demon said, looking at the scene in front of her indifferently, as if she was looking at a speck of dust.

However, Wen Xingzhou's affectionate gaze suddenly angered the inner demon.

"Humph!"

A cold snort filled with anger sounded.

The boning knife in Ji Huan's hand instantly slipped out of his hand, transforming into a deadly blue cold light that pierced Wen Xingzhou's eyes that were still able to see and the only part of his face that was intact.

The tip of the knife rapidly enlarged in his pupils, and the breath of death was overwhelming him, but Wen Xingzhou still locked onto Ning Jiasheng's figure tightly.

At this critical moment of life and death—he saw it!

In the deepest depths of those hollow golden eyes, something seemed to struggle... ever so faintly, thanks to the inner demon's movements? It was so fast it seemed like an illusion!

At this moment——

A sudden change occurred!

Under the tattered collar of Wen Xingzhou's clothes, which was pressed against his heart and deeply bound by the magic chain, a faint but extremely pure golden light with a majestic and righteous aura suddenly penetrated the gap between the collar and the magic chain without any warning and shot out.

The golden light collided violently with the boning knife that was flashing with a cold blue light.

"laugh!"

With a slight sound, the boning knife containing Ji Huan's magical power was like fragile glass. It shattered into pieces in an instant under the shining golden light and turned into powder and dissipated.

The golden light continued to move forward, pointing directly at Ning Jiasheng's eyebrows, who was very close to him.

“Ning Jiasheng——!!!”

A grand, majestic voice, yet filled with endless determination and compassion, exploded directly in the deepest part of Ning Jiasheng's soul.

This voice came from the source of her soul, from a contract, and even more so from a promise—

"The promised time has arrived, and I have come to fulfill my promise—"

"Use my remaining soul to burn it all as a guide!"

"break!!!"

That bit of golden light exploded right between Ning Jiasheng's eyebrows!

A magnificent and mighty contractual force that embodies the final glory and sacrificial will of the Emperor's Sword, like the first ray of light at the creation of the world, slammed fiercely into the cold, filthy demon seed mark at the core of Ning Jiasheng's soul.

"what--!!!"

Ning Jiasheng let out a shrill scream that was not like a human voice.

This is not a disguise, but a violent rejection reaction and tearing pain when the soul is forcibly awakened.

Deep in her empty and dead black eyes, the struggling golden light seemed to be poured into boiling oil, and instantly burst into an unprecedented brightness.

The demonic energy in his blood, as thick as substance, was like boiling water thrown into a spark, swirling and evaporating wildly, trying to suppress his suddenly awakened self-consciousness.

"Son of Heaven! Sword! Sword! Spirit!!!"

A roar that was powerful enough to shatter the stars and contained endless rage and terror emanated from the inner demon's gigantic body composed of chaotic light and shadow.

His aura was extremely violent, and the chaotic energy around him, which was neither black nor white, was like a boiling sea, squeezing and twisting the space.

The overwhelming murderous intent was like billions of steel needles, piercing the minds of all living beings. "You... how dare you... actually use this thing... to try to awaken my creation?!"

The God-given thing that he wanted to completely destroy was actually hidden in the body of the ant he hated the most. His "child" was snatched away at such a close distance.

"How dare you hide such filth! You ruin my plan!!!"

The inner demon's rage instantly turned into two huge torrents, one directed at the dying sword spirit's remaining consciousness, and the other burned towards Wen Xingzhou who caused all this.

"All of you, die!!!"

Guixu instantly appeared in the hands of the inner demon!

This time, it was no longer a casual play, but an ultimate blow that condensed His boundless rage and killing will.

A black and white sword light that was more terrifying than any previous one, containing pure destructive will, as if it would drag the entire time and space into the abyss, ignored space and time, and slashed directly into Wen Xingzhou's heart!

Another more terrifying sword light, which was specifically aimed at spiritual bodies, was like a leech attached to the bone, piercing straight into the golden light that burst out from between Ning Jiasheng's eyebrows - vowing to annihilate the remaining consciousness of this damn sword spirit in an instant!

This was the moment the sword spirit had fought for, the moment when the soul was briefly awakened—

The golden light that burst out from Ning Jiasheng's eyes clearly reflected the two trajectories of destruction - the agreement with the sword spirit of the Emperor's Sword was still echoing in her soul. The deep despair and worry in her senior brother's eyes pierced her newly awakened heart like a branding iron.

There was no thought, only the first command from the instinct deep in his heart and the awakening of his soul - save him!

“Senior Brother——!!!”

A shrill cry from the soul squeezed out from Ning Jiasheng's throat. The self-will that had just been awakened in her body, along with the instinct of the demon clan to conclude a contract, burned to the extreme at this moment.

She teleported to avoid the sword light piercing her brow, ignoring the severe pain of the backlash of her own demonic energy, and used all the tiny control of her body that she had just recovered to pounce on Wen Xingzhou.

However, wherever the sword light passed, all things were destroyed.

Too fast! Too strong!

Rescue? Block? Any conventional means are futile at this moment.

At the moment when the destructive sword light was about to devour Wen Xingzhou, her instinct as the supreme demon race and the obsession deep in her heart drove her to make the only choice -

"In my name, with heaven and earth as witnesses, and blood as the guide, we make a pact of unity!"

The cry resounded through her soul, with a desperate determination.

An ancient, complex, and instantly formed golden-red contract rune, ignoring the suppression of the inner demon's power and Wen Xingzhou's wishes, was suddenly imprinted on his chest.

Without the other party's consent or complicated rituals, as long as they are demons from this world, she can use her bloodline and status to forcibly mobilize the demon king's contractual power and enter into any contract with them.

Ning Jiasheng is gambling——

The gambling demon cherishes this "perfect creation" far more than his murderous intention towards Wen Xingzhou!

The gambling demon...can't bear to kill her!

The all-destructive Guixu sword light had already touched the skin of Wen Xingzhou's heart. The cold, deadly aura of annihilation even severed a few strands of his flying golden hair.

Time seems to have frozen.

The next moment!

The terrifying sword light that was powerful enough to destroy the galaxy suddenly stopped just millimeters away from Wen Xingzhou's internal organs!

The destructive black and white sword light was like a surging tide, and was forced back into the sword by the inner demon.

The space made an unbearable, teeth-grinding creaking and twisting sound due to the forced contraction of power.

The violent destructive energy madly compressed, surged, and backfired at the tip of the sword! The chaotic energy that was neither black nor white boiled and roared violently around the inner demon!

He... stopped!

The supreme being who controls everything and regards all living beings as ants, actually... really stopped!

Then, a terrifying murderous intent colder than the abyss of the Demon Realm and more violent than the sword light of Guixu, mixed with the deepest sense of betrayal and the raging rage of being tainted by possession, erupted from the inner demon like a cosmic cold wave.

His figure instantly appeared in front of Ning Jiasheng, so close that as he stretched out his five fingers, the sword spirit fell into the palm of the inner demon like a wisp of green smoke and was immediately annihilated.

The terrifying pressure caused the surrounding space to shatter into pieces.

He stretched out his hand, and with a soul-freezing chill, he gently stroked Ning Jiasheng's cheek, which was pale from pain and weakness.

His movements were gentle, as if treating fragile porcelain, but contained a rage that could crush the stars.

"My most perfect child..."

The inner demon's voice was as deep as the cold wind of the underworld, and every word was filled with deep disappointment and the urge to destroy. "... I grant you a new life, bestow upon you supreme glory and power, and regard you as the sole heir to my will..."

"How dare you use the authority I bestowed upon you... to protect a bug destined to turn to dust? And even... forge such a foul... contract with him?"

His fingers exerted a little force, and Ning Jiasheng felt her bones groaning, but she clenched her teeth, blood seeping from the corners of her mouth, but her eyes met the "Eyes of God" burning with twisted anger without flinching.

"A covenant of unity..." The inner demon chewed over these three words, as if tasting the most vicious curse in the world.

His gaze swept over Wen Xingzhou, who was still unconscious on the ground and whose life force was forcibly stabilized by the connection of the heart contract, and then fell back to Ning Jiasheng's stubborn face, with the corner of his mouth raised in an extremely cruel arc.

"Live and die together, carry each other's fate together... Good... Very good! You want to live and die with him? I'll grant you that!"

He violently threw Ning Jiasheng away with such force that she crashed heavily into the cold temple pillar like a kite with a broken string, vomiting blood.

The violent energy around him transformed into a storm of destruction, sweeping across the hall.

"Take it down!"

The inner demon's voice returned to a terrifying calm, but this calmness was more despairing than any roar.

"I'll lock them up together, in eternal silence. I want you to watch with your own eyes! Watch how the people you chose as companions are crushed bit by bit in eternal despair and pain because of your foolish choice."

His figure blurred in the storm, and his last words were like the most vicious curse, branded deeply on Ning Jiasheng's soul:

"Betrayal comes at a price. This price is to let you experience firsthand how everything you cherish decays and wails before your eyes. Until you regret your choice today, until you kneel before me and sever this filthy connection with your own hands."

"Remember, you belong to me forever!"

The figure of the inner demon disappeared, and the violent energy slowly subsided, leaving only the coldness and despair that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

Ji Huan came forward with several powerful demons, roughly dragged up the unconscious Wen Xingzhou, and escorted Ning Jiasheng, who was pale with blood at the corners of his mouth but had unusually clear and sharp eyes, to the prison deep in the hall that symbolized endless torture - the Room of Eternal Silence.