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Hai Li's fish scales had long been crushed to pieces by the rules of the world, dripping with blood. The oppressive aura was like a huge boulder crushing his back, and every inch of his bones was creaking.

He seemed oblivious to the blood flowing down his back. A burning obsession had consumed him, and his crimson eyes were fixed on the beautiful figure lying quietly in the pool of blood. He staggered to his feet, only to fall back down again. He had no choice but to crawl step by step toward Ye Wanqing.

The oozing blood left a winding, glaring trail behind him. With each inch he moved, the pressure of the rules intensified, and a metallic taste surged from his throat, staining his pale face and his vision.

Because Feng Yin absorbed the inheritance of Tengshe, his talent increased hundreds of times, and his true strength was enough to fight against ancient divine beasts. However, at this moment, like Hai Li, he could only crawl slowly toward Ye Wanqing.

The same applies to the other beasts.

They didn't believe it; they couldn't believe that the Dragon Maiden of Destiny, who could dominate the world and stir up the winds and clouds with a wave of her hand, would perish.

I can't believe that the owner who would gently stroke their heads and raise them step by step would lie in a cold pool of blood and never open his eyes again.

The oppressive power of the rules was like a knife, slowly torturing their bodies. The more blood they bled, the less strength they had, but their eyes grew ever more resolute.

Meanwhile, the others, having gained some unknown power, continued crawling despite the oppressive force of the world's rules, their every inch of movement leaving them covered in blood.

Perhaps they knew that they were doomed to lose this battle, and that the Three Realms would eventually perish.

At this moment, that androgynous, deep voice rang out again, this time like an invisible great bell, resonating in every corner of the world and clearly reaching the ears of everyone present.

"If we had known this earlier, why would we have suffered physical pain? The destruction of the Three Realms is simply the predetermined fate of the world's rules. Giving up early is a liberation for all beings."

"Screw your damn destiny!"

A roar suddenly exploded, a roar of Ye Jingzhan's life. He was already covered in blood, his body, with one arm missing, was swaying precariously, but he still supported himself with his broken sword, his scarlet eyes fixed on the source of the indifferent voice.

His gaze swept over Ye Wanqing, who lay lifeless on the ground, and scalding tears of blood instantly burst from his eyes, rolling down his face with the bloodstains on his cheeks. He staggered forward, his heart churning with pain and anger.

"Is your destiny to condemn my sister to annihilation, and for all the millions of people in the Three Realms to become stepping stones in this so-called cycle of world rules, their souls scattered and their bodies left without a burial place?!"

Before the words were finished, more roars rang out, from humans, demons, and various spirit beasts, divine beasts, and magical beasts.

"Destiny? Does destiny mean allowing your cold, impersonal world rules to destroy our homes and slaughter our loved ones?!"

"We refuse to accept this!!"

Even though they were already so oppressed by the rules that they couldn't lift their heads, they still used their last bit of strength to shout hoarsely, as if they were protesting the injustice of fate.

Every sound was filled with sorrow, every word resonated deeply.

The rules of the world ignored the cries of these insignificant ants; to him, they could be annihilated in the blink of an eye.

As for why they were left until the end, it was because Ye Wanqing wanted to witness the power of the world's rules firsthand, so that she would give up and detach herself from her physical body as soon as possible.

Now that Ye Wanqing has experienced so much, and even died once, love, hate, anger and infatuation will all become illusions. It is precisely the moment when she will take control of the eternal rules of heaven.

Thinking of this, the sky changed again in an instant, the dark, inky blackness like an overturned abyss, surging and pressing down on the entire sky.

The sky and the earth, which had been clearly separated, suddenly closed together with a terrifying speed that swallowed everything.

The crowd watched helplessly as heaven and earth merged, and there was nothing they could do but wait for the world's rules to slowly annihilate them.

Just as heaven and earth were about to merge into one, suddenly, a dazzling golden light shot out, instantly repelling the oppressive power of the surrounding rules. Heaven and earth separated once again, and the scorching fire, the spreading thorns, and the flooding seawater disappeared instantly.

At the center of that golden light, there seemed to be a very subtle tremor, transmitted through the skin and flesh, carrying the unique and tenacious aura of a newborn life.

It was a ray of warm light carrying the vitality of time, seemingly flowing from the source of chaos at its beginning, gentle yet possessing an irresistible and boundless power.

The rules of the world seemed somewhat shocked as well, subconsciously looking in the direction of the golden light. Realizing something, even he, who was usually calm and composed, felt a complex ripple in his heart.

Under the golden light, everyone gradually regained their vitality. Looking at Ye Wanqing, who was now radiating golden light, they showed worry and doubt.

At that moment, a shocked voice suddenly rang out from the crowd, "Using the soul as a guide, sacrificing life as a tribute, the infant returns to its mother's home, it is the infant returning to its mother's home!"

The crowd looked terrified, and some of the bolder ones asked again, "Old He, what is meant by 'children returning to their parents' home'?"

Elder He is currently the most senior and oldest person still alive in the Three Realms. His expression was still one of shock. He only came to his senses when he heard someone asking him a question, and he murmured softly.

"The return of a young child to its mother is a bloodline miracle born against the rules. The infant soul in the womb, before being born into the world, already understands the mother's suffering and is willing to shatter its own spiritual heart, merging its soul into the blood, transforming into a gushing life force that flows through the mother's limbs and bones."

The golden light grew brighter and brighter, seemingly in response to Elder He's words. Warmth, like spring water, flowed slowly through Ye Wanqing's limbs and bones. The scattered spiritual energy seemed to be drawn together little by little by an invisible hand.

"It uses its unformed soul as a lamp, burning itself out to illuminate the mother's dying path. This is a secret of life's cycle that even the ancient gods dared not touch lightly, and it is also the purest protection of the immature soul for its mother."

He would sacrifice his own life to save his mother.

This is a forbidden wish that even the rules of the world must keep silent about; it is the most resolute yet most compassionate sacrifice from the very source of life.

As everyone watched, the golden light gradually transformed into the figure of a nine-tailed fox, circling around Ye Wanqing again and again, seemingly reluctant and sad. Then it transformed into a small baby, whose tender babbling came out, but disappeared completely in the next moment.

At this moment, the previously lifeless body suddenly trembled with a strong pulse.

Ye Wanqing's eyelashes trembled slightly as she slowly opened her eyes. A hint of confusion flashed in her eyes before they were filled with a heart-wrenching pain.

The pain was not related to physical wounds, but rather stemmed from an emptiness deep within the bloodline.

It turned out she was pregnant.

Before her child was even formed, and before she even realized his existence, she used her soul as fuel and her spirit as a catalyst, just to give her a sliver of hope.

“My son…”

A sigh escaped her lips, and tears fell without warning, striking the cracked earth and creating ripples of pale gold.

At that very moment, a powerful and profound aura awakened within her, an ancient resonance resonated from the depths of the earth, and from the cracked ground centered on her, lush green vines sprouted wildly, and the gushing crimson lava instantly subsided, transforming into warm and fertile soil.

Ye Wanqing slowly raised her hand, and a dense, earthy-yellow halo appeared in her palm. Within the halo, it seemed as if the phantoms of mountains and rivers were flowing.

It turned out to be the case.

The earth spirit she searched for across the land was none other than herself, always her, the body that carried the power of endless life, the bloodline that lived and died with the earth.

The return of her young child to her mother's home, guided by her soul, unexpectedly shattered the long-sealed shackles of her identity.

"Wan'er."

Ye Jingzhan looked at Ye Wanqing and sensed that she was different. Although he was worried, he did not dare to go forward.

Ye Wanqing shook her head at him and murmured softly, "All of this should end now."

She flew straight up and entered another dimension.

With the power of the five elements in her hands, she is more sensitive to her surroundings. Just like now, in the vast and boundless void, billions of stars are twinkling and shining.

"You finally came……"

The voice rang out again, seemingly close at hand, yet also seemingly far away.

"To be able to reach this place with a mortal body, one truly deserves to be the next world rule chosen in accordance with nature."

Ye Wanqing's expression turned slightly cold. Five-colored orbs of light swirled around her, and the condensed feather in her hand shimmered with an eerie light. "Restore the world's rules to their original state, or I will personally dismantle them!"

"You don't need to be angry. I am an old rule of this world, destined to disappear. You can't threaten me. Besides, the rule has already perished, so how can it be rebuilt?"

His voice was as indifferent as ever.

Ye Wanqing's eyes suddenly hardened, and she muttered something unintelligible. Instantly, a series of mournful cries could be heard from the darkness.

"What...what did you do to me? No, I don't have a physical body, how could I feel such intense, heart-wrenching pain! Impossible!"

Ye Wanqing remained silent, ignoring the words of the world's rules, and simply activated the power around her, making her pressure even more profound and vast.

"Stop, stop, stop! I'll talk, ...!"

Noticing that Ye Wanqing had loosened her grip, he paused for a moment, gazing at the Xuanling Seal floating in the void, his tone heavy with an almost solemn air, "Let me tell you, you'd better not regret this..."

"you need to……"

The voice trailed off into the vast emptiness, indistinct and unclear.

Time passed, and both humans and demons awaited the return of that figure.

Suddenly, a ball of five-colored light descended from the heavens, and as the light flowed, a barely perceptible wisp of golden light dissipated like a wisp of silk, silently spreading across the four seas and eight wastelands.

In the next instant, all living beings fell into a deep slumber, their consciousness sinking into boundless chaos.

When he regained consciousness, he found that the surrounding mountains and rivers were unharmed and full of life.

Those who were slaughtered in the war to destroy the Azure Sky Continent while protecting Ye Wanqing, those who were killed by the extraterrestrial demons in the Heavenly Spirit Realm, and those whose souls were scattered due to the collapse of the rules, all returned, their bodies and souls solidified, and they were safely resurrected without even knowing what had happened.

An unprecedented surge of vitality swept across the world; plants sprouted, rivers surged, and all things revived. A brand new era, carrying the gentle warmth of spring, slowly descended.

The river of time flows silently, and countless seasons have passed.

All spirits return to dust, withered bones sprout new buds, and the vast land is adorned with the colors of spring. Yet, the only thing missing is the peerless Dragon Maiden of Destiny and the Demon Lord who reigns supreme over the three realms.