The divine beast recognized its master, and the dragon girl, destined to kill him, went to the spiri

The moonlight fell precisely on the source of the sound. Xiao Yu stood there, his figure so slender that it seemed as if a gust of wind could blow him over.

Ye Wanqing's expression was somewhat complicated. The once spirited and talented young man had become like this, and that nine-tenths of his life force had truly cost him his life.

Cause and effect.

There will be retribution eventually.

The moment everyone's attention was focused on Xiao Yu, his jet-black hair visibly lost its luster, first turning frosty white, then rapidly spreading into a completely grayish-white, as if all its vitality had been drained away.

Xiao Yuan was startled and looked up at the sky. Tonight was a full moon! He was extremely anxious. "Yu'er, how did you get here? It's a full moon. You should go back to the Spirit Pool to recuperate!"

"Cough cough, Father, please stop aiding and abetting evil." Xiao Yu's voice was very soft. He looked at Xiao Yuan, his eyes filled with pain and disappointment. His voice was choked with sobs, and every word was a broken plea.

"These medicine-treated people are all innocent souls, Father! You must not associate with the demons from beyond the heavens anymore, or you will be doomed!"

Xiao Yuan's pupils suddenly contracted, and the red light in his eyes fluctuated violently. He looked at Xiao Yu's pale face, and a hint of relaxation flashed across his eyes, which were filled with ruthlessness and madness.

A bewitching red light flashed, and Xiao Yuan shook his head violently. "Yu'er, it's almost here, almost here..." He took a step forward, his voice filled with a coaxing urgency, but his eyes were filled with an unprecedented obsession and madness.

"Your mother will come back, Ayao will definitely come back. You've never met your mother, you don't know how much she loves you, and you're looking forward to her coming back, aren't you?!"

"She's not coming back!" Xiao Yu roared, tears streaming down his face, almost drowning him.

"Father, I beg you, please stop working for the demons from beyond the heavens. If you turn back now, if you turn back now, I will plead for you. There is still hope for our Xiao family. Father, Mother will be heartbroken to see you like this."

A drop of blood, which seemed to have seeped out of nowhere, slid down Xiao Yu's forehead and splashed onto the bluestone slab, spreading into a small, dark flower.

He knelt before Xiao Yuan, his black robes worn raw by the pebbles, and his hand, which once held a sword, now gripped his father's trouser leg tightly, his knuckles white as if they were about to shatter in his palm.

"Father, I beg you, I just want you to live."

The entire Three Realms are divided into the Celestial Realm, the Demon Realm, and the Azure Sky Continent. Although the various families within the realm are constantly fighting each other, they all share a common mortal enemy—the Outer Demons of the Celestial Realm.

Tracing back through history, we can go back a thousand years.

Regardless of gender, innocence, or race, it was simply a random massacre.

That calamity affected humans, demons, monsters, and even reclusive families who had lived in seclusion for thousands of years. Almost everyone in the entire realm was mobilized, resulting in widespread devastation.

Even today, a thousand years later, the Three Realms have not yet recovered to their former glory from such slaughter and bloodshed.

Therefore, it can be said that the entire Three Realms, from the Heavenly Dao to the lowest ant, regard the demons outside the Heavenly Realm as their lifelong enemies.

Those who ally with the demons outside the Heavenly Realm are tantamount to standing on the opposite side of the Three Realms. Moreover, ordinary spiritual cultivators who cultivate demonic energy are inherently incompatible with their own spiritual power and violate the Heavenly Dao and destiny. It is only a matter of time before they fall into eternal damnation.

Therefore, Xiao Yuan's actions this time showed that he had long since disregarded morality and life and death; he only wanted his A Yao to come back, and Xiao Yu only wanted his only close relative to live.

When he was on good terms with the Holy Temple, Xiao Yu was fortunate enough to go to the Holy Temple's Spirit Pool to nurture himself. In this Holy Temple, which is said to be closest to the Heavenly Dao, he was also fortunate enough to see through a part of the Heavenly Secrets.

He had always known that Ye Wanqing possessed a mysterious and noble identity. Initially, he befriended Ye Wanqing partly because of his father's instructions and partly because of this secret he had once seen through.

Later, as time went by, that initial "good intention" gradually turned into "willing surrender".

The nine-tenths of his life that he offered to Ye Wanqing were not only out of affection for her, but also partly out of self-interest.

He wanted to ask.

He begged Ye Wanqing to give his father a way out.

Seeing the single tear of blood shed by his son, Xiao Yuan, whose eyes had been cloudy, unexpectedly became clear-headed. His hands trembled as he looked at Xiao Yu in front of him, and the image of another smiling woman faintly appeared in his mind.

“Young Master Xiao, I think we share the same ambitions and feel like old friends. Why don’t we take up our swords and travel the world together?”

"Xiao Yuan, today we both advanced a major level so smoothly. It seems that Heaven has its way, and what we did was right."

"Ah Yuan, we're having a baby."

"Ah... Yuan, live well."

A sobbing sound came from inside; a middle-aged man was holding his son, tears streaming down his face.

At this moment, in the sky, the Nine Nether Python, which was locked in a fierce battle with Feng Yin, sensed that the demonic aura on Xiao Yuan's body had completely disappeared. It suddenly stopped its movements, transformed into human form, and with a wave of its hand, imprisoned Feng Yin, who had just fought to a standstill with it.

He watched the tender moment between the father and son below, and a smile gradually crept onto his lips. Just as the Emperor had predicted, it was a pity that these people had to die in order to fully awaken the young Emperor.

The Nine Nether Python glanced at Ye Wanqing, who was staring at him from below, without making a sound, and chuckled lightly with a carefree expression on its handsome and wicked face.

"Nine Netherworld, how...how did you suddenly become so strong?"

Feng Yin was clearly taken aback. She could sense that the Nine Nether Python's strength was only slightly higher than hers, but with her master's Phoenix Feather by her side, she shouldn't be so helpless.

Noticing Feng Yin's struggle, Jiu You smiled, a hint of ambiguity in his eyes as he looked at the junior. "It's just a greeting to a familiar aura. You've only inherited his legacy; you're not him."

"Young friend, go back and gain more experience."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiuyou vanished in an instant. At the same time, a wisp of black mist, as thin as a needle, appeared from nowhere and entered Xiao Yuan's body directly. Wherever it passed, the demonic energy that had disappeared instantly became chaotic and boiling.

Xiao Yuan's eyes turned bloodshot. In an instant, he broke free from Xiao Yu's tight grip on his hand, only to find a demonic hand carrying destructive power was already within reach.

"not good!"

Ye Wanqing reacted instantly and tried to fly forward, but was firmly restrained by Jingheng and Huaijin beside her. "No, little sister! That aura belongs to the Demon Emperor of the Heavenly Domain, and it is specifically designed to restrain you."

In the instant she was restrained, Ye Wanqing had no time to break free; her eyes turned bloodshot. "No!"

"Well--"

A muffled groan was heard, and the previously noisy environment instantly fell silent.

"Xiao Yu!"

Ye Wanqing knew that perhaps the karmic debt between her and Xiao Yu was already unpayable.

With a quick glance, Xiao Yu realized that the person he was protecting behind him was none other than Ye Ting.