Everyone's all smiles on the surface but secretly cunning, but the junior sister only wants to

Beneath the heavens of the cultivation world, several supreme gods, like a calamity descending, began their merciless slaughter. Whether sects fought desperately and swore to never surrender, or those that chose to surrender in despair, hoping to save their lives, none could escape their fate of destruction. These supreme gods seemed to be playing a cruel game of chess, each sect a pawn in their hands, mercilessly pushed into the abyss of destruction.

However, amidst this bloody storm, Ye Ming and Li Yue, like two ghosts, silently infiltrated the depths of the Misty Forest. Their goal was clear—to find the legendary Purifying Spirit Pearl. After a difficult exploration, they finally discovered the faintly glowing spirit pearl in a hidden ancient ruin.

Meanwhile, Jiang Shiliu, the former sovereign of the God Realm, did not perish as easily as rumored. Long before she learned that the Spirit Pearl was still hidden in the Misty Forest, she secretly made arrangements, sending Ye Ming to the black market trading center to meet with Li Yue. Her plan was meticulous and far-reaching, aiming to have these two loyal followers find the Spirit Pearl and break its seal.

Jiang Shiliu not only provided clues about the Spirit Pearl, but also generously used her own heart's blood as a key to grant Ye Ming and Li Yue the ability to break the seal. It turns out that this Purifying Spirit Pearl was a divine artifact Jiang Shiliu crafted in her early years. It could not only seal the cultivation and memories of a main god, but also possessed the power to purify the entire small world. Those seemingly vanished lives could be reborn in the purifying light once the seal of the Spirit Pearl was broken.

In this life-or-death struggle, Jiang Shiliu's wisdom and foresight, along with Ye Ming and Li Yue's courage and loyalty, provided a glimmer of hope. The Pure World Pearl was the key to their turning the tide. Deep within the Misty Forest, a secret operation concerning redemption and rebirth was quietly unfolding.

Li Yue knew this matter was of utmost importance and dared not be negligent in the slightest. He carefully took out an exquisite jade bottle from his bosom, inside which was Jiang Shiliu's invaluable heart's blood. The heart's blood was like a drop of crimson gemstone, emitting a faint glow and a mysterious aura.

Li Yue took a deep breath, steadying his trembling hands, and gently tilted the bottle, allowing the heart's blood to slowly drip onto the spirit pearl that shimmered with a faint spiritual light before him. The moment the drop of blood touched the pearl, it seemed to be drawn in by an invisible force, quickly seeping into its interior.

As time passed, the Spirit Pearl greedily absorbed Jiang Shiliu's heart's blood, and its originally dull surface gradually developed a crimson blush. When the last drop of blood was completely devoured, the Spirit Pearl suddenly trembled violently as if stimulated by some kind of event.

Immediately afterwards, a dazzling light burst forth from within the spirit pearl, shooting straight into the sky! The light was so intense that it seemed to illuminate the surrounding space. In the blink of an eye, the entire small world was enveloped in this dazzling light, as if day had arrived.

Amidst the light, the spirit pearl slowly rose into the air, hovering and spinning continuously. Its radiance grew ever brighter, as intense and dazzling as a miniature sun. Wherever its light touched, everything became clearly visible, even the finest dust particles were revealed.

The main gods who had stirred up the bloodshed witnessed this scene, their hearts filled with turmoil. Youying was the first to recover from his shock, a ruthless glint in his eyes. Without hesitation, he charged towards the Cleansing Pearl, attempting to completely destroy this only threat. However, just as he was about to strike, a familiar yet chilling voice rang in his ears:

"Is this game fun, Shadow? But the game should end now."

Youying trembled and slowly turned around. What came into view was the figure of Jiang Shiliu, the Lotus Goddess! Not only had she been resurrected, but she was also radiating a divine power that was even stronger than before, like an insurmountable mountain that made it almost impossible for him to breathe.

"Impossible! You clearly committed suicide with the Godslayer Dagger! How could you still be alive?!" The Shadow's voice was filled with disbelief and fear.

Jiang Shiliu smiled slightly, a hint of mockery in her eyes: "Sorry, what you call the ancient phoenix was just a mount I used to keep. Do you think your divine beast would attack its master? Oh, right, I almost forgot to tell you, the method you know for forging the God-Slaying Dagger was deliberately leaked by me. How about it, are you happy? Surprised? Unexpected? Exciting?"

Youying's face turned deathly pale instantly; he knew he was in dire straits. Without hesitation, he turned and tried to escape this world. If he could escape to any corner of the myriad worlds, Jiang Shiliu would never find him again! However, before his wishful thinking could even begin, he discovered that he was already firmly locked in place by an invisible force.

"Trying to escape? Too bad, I'm not the only one who's been resurrected." Jiang Shiliu's voice was as cold as ice.

Just then, Qingyan—no, she should now be called the Goddess Qingyan—and Mo Yuchen's corpse slowly rose into the air. At Jiang Shiliu's summons, their divine power was instantly restored. A flame of vengeance ignited in their eyes, as if they wanted to burn all the traitors to ashes.

"Gods, return to your places! Slay all the main gods who participated in the rebellion, leave no one alive!" Jiang Shiliu's voice was like thunder, resounding throughout the heavens and earth.

At this moment, Ye Ming and Li Yue also reverted to their identities as chief gods. Their true forms returned from countless worlds, their divine power surging and their aura overwhelming. The four chief gods stood side by side, like an unshakeable chasm, completely surrounding You Ying and the others.

Despair filled Youying's eyes; he knew he had nowhere to escape. This rebellion, which he had personally instigated, would ultimately end in his destruction. Jiang Shiliu, the sovereign of the Main God Space, used her wisdom and power to proclaim a truth to all traitors: traitors will ultimately reap what they sow.

“It’s over,” Jiang Shiliu said softly, the divine power in her hand condensing into a dazzling light, pointing directly at Youying.

At that moment, the heavens and earth changed color, divine punishment descended, and the rebellious god perished.

Although the rebellious gods have fallen, the series of events they triggered are far from over. In Fengdu City, under Yan Moli's control, an astonishing number of the dead suddenly appeared without warning. These were not ordinary people, but a group of cultivators whose lifespans had not yet run out. Initially, there were only one or two, but soon nearly ten million souls flooded into Fengdu City like a tidal wave.

Faced with such a bizarre and massive tide of the dead, Yan Moli felt a strong sense of unease. She quickly flipped through the Book of Fate in her hand, trying to find out the origin of these souls. After a careful search, she was surprised to discover that all the souls originated from the same small world—the cultivation world numbered 9857.

To thoroughly understand the reason, Yan Moli didn't hesitate to cast a spell, her figure flashing as she instantly crossed the spatial boundary and entered this small world numbered 9857. When she truly set foot on this land, the scene before her left her speechless. The once prosperous town was now a ruin, with rubble and broken walls everywhere, as if it had survived an apocalyptic catastrophe. The streets, the houses, and even the air were filled with a strong aura of death.

Everywhere you looked, there were corpses lying haphazardly on the ground. Some were so badly disfigured that they were unrecognizable; others still held the terrified expressions of their dying moments, sending chills down your spine. Blood stained the earth, mixing with broken rubble and charred wood to create a gruesome scene. This place had become a living hell, filled with despair and deathly silence.