After rebirth, the eldest sister voluntarily abdicated and gave way to the wise.

In the first year of the reign of the Celestial Venerable Shangli of the Tianqian Sect in the cultivation world, the Celestial Venerable Shangli personally left the sect to lead all sects in resisting the attack of the demon race. Elder Jiang Yueming of the Qimingzhai was stationed to guard the Tianqian Sect and stabilize the rear. Jiang Yueming was the incarnation of Hai Kunshi, and as long as he was in the Tianqian Sect, the sect could not be attacked and breached.

In the third year of the reign of the Celestial Venerable Shangli of the Heavenly Qian Sect in the cultivation world, the Celestial Venerable Shangli led ten thousand sects to conquer Jianglin, Pengyuan, Huanhai and other places, and in one fell swoop forced the demon race to retreat from the Central Continent.

In the twentieth year since the time of the Celestial Venerable Shangli of the Heavenly Qian Sect in the cultivation world, the Battle of Qushui has brought back Changyu, Jiuhu, Baibailin and other places, and successfully reclaimed Dongzhou.

In the sixty-third year of the reign of the Celestial Immortal Venerable Shangli of the Heavenly Qian Sect in the cultivation world, he defeated the demon army and reclaimed the Southern and Western States. The demon army retreated to the Northern State, and the immortal sects and the demon army officially entered into a stalemate.

Ninety-seven years after the reign of the Celestial Venerable Shangli of the Heavenly Qian Sect in the cultivation world, the final war between immortals and demons broke out. Countless people died on both sides. The demon army refused to retreat even a step, and had nowhere to retreat. The immortal sects gritted their teeth and, with an indomitable spirit, were determined to completely annihilate this group of demons who had invaded the cultivation world, so that they would never have a chance to rise again.

Both sides were bloodthirsty. The demon army was powerful, but it couldn't withstand the endless stream of fearless immortal disciples. In an instant, the deserted land of the Northern Continent turned into a killing field between the immortals and demons. Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the sky was filled with crimson. Limbs and heads were scattered everywhere, and white bones were exposed. If you stepped on it, you would either fall into a swamp of sticky blood and mud or into soft, rotten bones and bits of flesh.

Due to the fierce battle between the two sides, even the surrounding space became unstable, with spatial cracks appearing from time to time. Sometimes, whether it was an immortal or a demon, if they were swept into a spatial crack, they would immediately have their heads or arms severed, a gruesome sight.

It was on that day that Jiang Liqian truly witnessed the devastation of the apocalypse. The sky was dark and gloomy, the earth was blood red, and there were sounds of fighting, sorrow, wailing, and roaring... as if the tragedy of humanity was unfolding right there.

She waved her hand, and the Heavenly Sword transformed into a roaring thunderbolt, instantly unleashing a rain of purple arrows across the battlefield. The wailing of the demons immediately pierced the sky, extremely piercing.

The next second, a thick black mist descended from the horizon at an extremely fast speed, eroding the spiritual power of the lightning.

Jiang Li frowned slightly, then suddenly drew her sword and slashed fiercely at the black mist.

In an instant, there was a sound of metal clashing, sparks of light and flames flying, and Ji Yan's cold and aloof face gradually appeared in the thick black mist.

"Jiang Liqian, have we really come to this?"

Jiang Liqian remained silent, her spiritual energy surging wildly around her, accompanied by bursts of thunder, as if she were facing divine wrath.

Ji Yan was not to be outdone; his dense demonic energy blotted out the sky, as if he wanted to swallow the entire world whole.

"Jiang Liqian, today we are on the brink of life and death. Let all our grudges and grievances end here."

He was exhausted, utterly weary, but he couldn't give up. He had to fight for the future of the demon race, and he had to kill the first friend he had made here.

He had to give up everything.

Everything the demons gave him, everything he possessed.

Jiang Liqian gazed at him intently, shook her head, and the Shitian Sword resonated in her hand.

"It's not me who will settle our score with you."

is her.

The ink-black ring was thrown into the air, and the ink-black landscape spread out in the blood-red sky, creating a divine and celestial radiance. In the seven-colored glow, a soft gauze dress fluttered down, gradually revealing a slender figure with a misty aura.

Ji Yan's breathing stopped abruptly, his pupils contracted sharply, and his whole body stiffened.

The overwhelming black mist was instantly suppressed by the divine light, forming a stalemate. The black mist was continuously suppressed and retreated inch by inch, but soon it stopped its decline and, as if it had made up its mind, frantically pounced on the divine light.

Ji Yan looked at the girl who had fallen from the sky, his eyes filled with extreme sorrow. His eyes grew redder and wetter, and then large, cold tears rolled down his cheeks, wetting his clothes.

He clenched his fist tightly inside his sleeve, his knuckles bulging and veins standing out. His demon generals were still fighting fiercely; he could not retreat, he could not show weakness, he could not let his will lead him to die at her hands.

Little Moon, Little Moon, we will ultimately fight to the death, a desperate battle.

Why, why does fate never seem to favor us...?

Xuan Yue flung off the veil covering her head and leaped into the chaotic battlefield. Behind her, a pair of enormous wings unfurled. The wings were magnificent and dazzling, each feather radiating the brilliance of gemstones. A powerful divine aura burst forth from her body, instantly overshadowing the biting and struggling black mist.

If demonic energy is like cold ice, then divine breath is like scorching fire. On the battlefield, large swathes of demonic troops perished because they could not withstand the burning of divine breath.

The girl stood in mid-air, her enormous wings radiating dazzling light, just as bright and beautiful as when the boy first met her. She lowered her gaze, looking down at the boy's face, her eyes as dark as an abyss, and said, word by word, "Make your move, Ji Yan. Don't let me look down on you."

Ji Yan, with tears streaming down his face, forced a bitter laugh; he couldn't utter a single word.

His figure was gradually enveloped by the thick black mist, and then transformed into a dark eagle surrounded by thick mist, howling as it charged into the light layer where the black mist and divine light were intertwined and tearing each other apart.

Without the slightest hesitation, Xuan Yue spun her wings and transformed into the original spirit of the Chongming Bird amidst the dazzling and bright divine light, rushing towards the light layer.

In an instant, mountains collapsed and the earth cracked, the sun and moon lost their light, and a fierce storm of spiritual energy swept in from the far horizon, carrying a destructive force that seemed to devour all living beings in this world.

Jiang Liqian's pupils contracted, and she retreated in an instant, summoning all ten divine artifacts to protect all the disciples of the immortal sect.

The demon army also deployed a defensive formation, doing everything in their power to resist the spiritual energy storm.

Jiang Liqian narrowed her eyes slightly, seized the opportunity, and in the instant the storm passed, she drew her sword and charged towards the demon army that had not yet recovered.

Without hesitation, Xuan Ling and the others charged into the horde of demons.

In an instant, the sky darkened, blood surged, and the sun was nowhere to be seen.

This final battle lasted for three whole years. The demon army was almost wiped out, and the immortal disciples were also badly wounded, with corpses scattered everywhere.

Ji Yan fell from the sky to the ground, covered in blood. His handsome face was obscured by blood, almost unrecognizable. He gritted his teeth and held on, struggling, struggling, crawling forward little by little, gripping the ground with his hands. He crawled for a very, very long time, as long as a lifetime, before finally reaching the goddess's seat.

Carefully, with tears in her eyes, she raised her hand gently, with endless despair and innocent grievance, and grasped the hem of her brightly colored skirt.

"Little...Little Yue'er..." Blood gushed from his mouth. He seemed relieved, yet also filled with reluctance. "If...if there is an afterlife, let me...let me be with your clan, and always...always protect you, okay?"

There were no feuds between the two races, no life-or-death hatred, and no circumstances beyond one's control.

They will be together, and everything will be alright.

From north to south, they live together as a pair.

When her hand, which had been clutching the hem of her skirt, slipped limply to the ground, Xuan Yue, who had been trying her best to appear indifferent, finally broke down in tears, knelt down, and tightly embraced the boy's slowly dissipating body.

The hatred that had sustained her vanished, and her body, already exhausted of its spiritual energy, crashed heavily to the ground as the boy disappeared, suddenly transforming into fluttering feathers.

One hundred years after the time of the Celestial Venerable Shangli of the Heavenly Qian Sect in the cultivation world, the Peak Master Hongyun threw Dongwu's head onto the battlefield, thus ending the great war between immortals and demons.