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With things having come to this point, there seemed to be no other way. However, it was deeply regrettable that they had missed the perfect opportunity to explore the Spirit Orb in the Misty Forest. The reason was simple: the hostile gods had arrived unexpectedly. To make matters worse, even Jiang Shiliu's carefully planted spy had been discovered and exposed by the enemy.

"Hehe, what a magnificent drama of the year! Lord Lotus God, your sneak attack was indeed clever, but unfortunately, even the most meticulous plans have flaws, and we still managed to discover it. Look, we've caught your spy red-handed! What's even more interesting is that we've already abandoned him in some unknown little world!" The leading god sneered with a mocking expression.

The main gods that Jiang Shiliu originally intended to punish were all present. They stood in a neat row, each with a cold and expressionless face, staring at Jiang Shiliu and her companions who had just arrived at the door. The atmosphere instantly froze, as if even the air itself had stopped moving, extremely oppressive.

"What do you want to do?" Jiang Shiliu shielded everyone behind her and stepped forward to question them.

"Hahahaha, what do I want to do? We want you dead~" the leading god replied with a sinister grin.

"Wishful thinking!" Jiang Shiliu retorted without fear.

"Me, delusional? If you still want to preserve your so-called sect, then use a dagger forged from ancient phoenix feathers to pierce your heart. Once you're dead, I might consider letting this world go!" The leading god's tone was full of threat and sarcasm.

Before the words were even finished, the leading god tore through the void, enveloping the entire Xuan Tian Sword Sect. The sect's barrier activated instantly, but was destroyed in the next second. Yun Ting, Yun Yu, Yun Che, and Feng Yichen fought desperately, but faced with the overwhelming power of the gods, they appeared so small and powerless.

Jiang Shiliu knew the situation was beyond saving and she had to make a choice. She gripped her spirit sword tightly, a resolute glint in her eyes. She knew that to protect her sect and the world, she had to pay the ultimate price. However, she had no regrets, for she believed that her sacrifice would bring survival and hope to many more.

"I can agree to your request, but what proof do you have that you won't harm this world?" Jiang Shiliu's gaze was fixed on her retreating masters, her eyes flashing with a resolute light, as if she had made an unshakable decision.

The Shadow God sneered, his voice as icy as ice: "I swear on my divine status that if you commit suicide now with the dagger in the arms of the god who manages the cyberspace—God Jiang—I will spare this world. How about it?" His words carried an unquestionable majesty, as if he had already firmly grasped Jiang Shiliu's fate in his hands.

"No! Xiao Shiliu, you'll really die! This dagger is a weapon that can kill gods, you can't do this!" Jiang Moqi rushed forward and stopped Jiang Shiliu, who was beginning to waver. His voice was filled with anxiety and fear, as if he was afraid of losing her in the next second.

Jiang Shiliu raised her head, her gaze firm yet gentle: "Jiang Moqi, if I can exchange my life for the peace of this world, then I am willing to die..." Her voice was soft, yet it carried an unshakable power.

"I won't agree! You just pledged your life to me, you can't abandon me!" Jiang Moqi's voice was almost a roar, his eyes filled with pain and resentment. He gripped Jiang Shiliu's hand tightly, as if that would pull her back from the abyss of fate.

"Alright, now it's your turn to make a choice, Lord Lotus God~ It seems your master and the others are dying~" The shadowy voice rang out again, tinged with mockery and cruelty. His gaze was fixed on the distant crack, as if he were watching a tragedy about to end.

Jiang Shiliu turned her head sharply to look at the crack. Her pupils contracted abruptly, and her heart felt as if it had been gripped tightly by an invisible hand. She saw that her master, Yun Che, had fallen into a coma, his face as pale as paper; her senior uncle, Yun Yu, was spitting blood, his life hanging in the balance; her junior uncle, Feng Yichen, had been directly demonized, almost going mad; and Sect Leader Yun Ting sat there blankly, his eyes vacant, as if he had lost all hope.

"!!!" Jiang Shiliu's breath almost stopped. Her body trembled slightly. She used magic to snatch the dagger from Jiang Moqi's arms, the dagger in her hand feeling as heavy as a thousand pounds. She knew that time was running out. Every second of hesitation could put her master and the others in greater danger.

She slowly lowered her head, looking at the dagger in her hand. The blade gleamed with a cold, sharp light, as if silently urging her to make her final decision. Her fingers tightened slightly, the tips turning white from the force.

"Jiang Moqi..." she called softly, her voice choked with emotion, "I'm sorry, I can't stay with you anymore."

"No! I won't allow it!" Jiang Moqi's voice was almost ripping apart, his eyes filled with despair and anger. He tried to take the dagger from her hand, but Jiang Shiliu gently pushed him away.

“This is my choice,” Jiang Shiliu said calmly and firmly, “and it’s the only thing I can do.”

She raised her head, her gaze fixed on the shadowy figure: "Remember your vow. If you break it, even if I become a vengeful ghost, I will not let you go."

Youying sneered, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes: "Don't worry, I, the God, always keep my word."

Jiang Shiliu took a deep breath and slowly raised the dagger. The cold glint of the blade reflected on her face, making her appear exceptionally pale. There was no fear in her eyes, only a deep longing and reluctance. She glanced at Jiang Moqi one last time, a gentle smile playing on her lips.

"Bye now……"

Before she could finish speaking, the dagger had already pierced her heart. Blood instantly stained her clothes, like a blooming red lotus. Her body slowly fell, like a withered petal, silently plummeting to the ground.

"Xiao Shiliu—!" Jiang Moqi's roar pierced the sky, his eyes filled with despair and pain. He rushed forward, caught her falling body, and held her tightly in his arms, as if this could hold onto her fading life.

The shadowy figure coldly observed the scene before him, a satisfied smile slowly curving his lips. His voice, as if emanating from an ice cellar, said, "Heh, how deeply moving. However, it's time for this game to come to an end."

He waved his hand casually, and in an instant, the surrounding void rifts seemed to be enchanted, growing larger and larger. He hadn't yet made a move to harm this world, but don't forget, besides him, there were several other main gods here!