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Soon, the group arrived at the place where the Xuantian Sword Sect had laid out the corpses of its disciples. The sight before them was chilling—tens of thousands of corpses were neatly arranged, each covered with a white sheet, solemn and desolate. A heavy atmosphere permeated the air, making even breathing difficult.

Yan Moli stood to the side, respectfully reporting to Jiang Shiliu, "Lord God, I have arranged for the Yin soldiers to bring the souls of all the sect disciples to the passage to wait. Do you think we should bring them back now?"

Jiang Shiliu nodded slightly, her gaze sweeping over the silent sea of ​​corpses. Her tone was calm yet carried an undeniable authority: "Open the passage. The sooner we revive them, the sooner we can return to the Main God Space."

Upon hearing this, Yan Moli immediately raised her hands to form a hand seal and chanted softly, "Yin soldiers, heed my command! Open the path of reincarnation and guide all souls back to their bodies!" Before her words had even finished, dozens of eerie blue lights suddenly shone forth, like a winding river slowly flowing out from the void. The Yin soldiers escorted the numerous souls, moving slowly along this river of light.

The spirits seemed somewhat bewildered, as if they had just awakened from a long slumber, yet a hint of expectation flickered in their eyes. As the spirits approached their bodies, some even floated towards them on their own, as if drawn by an invisible force.

As the souls returned to their bodies, the once cold and pale corpses gradually regained a faint trace of color. A faint life force seemed to begin to flow in the previously deathly still air. Jiang Shiliu watched all this quietly, a hint of relief flashing in her eyes. She knew that the rebirth of these disciples was not only a salvation for the Xuantian Sword Sect, but also a hope for the entire world.

However, this is not the time to relax. Although the souls of the disciples have returned to their respective bodies, they still cannot be truly resurrected and return to the mortal world without the permission of Heaven.

Jiang Shiliu, the Lotus Goddess, rose into the air, her avatars appearing above all the sects. A gigantic lotus pattern bloomed beneath her, radiating a sacred and solemn light. She borrowed the power of the Heavenly Dao and began to slowly infuse it into the bodies of the disciples below. As Jiang Shiliu cast her spell, the previously wandering souls gradually found their home, truly returning to their places and resurrecting.

Moreover, Jiang Shiliu's compassion and power extended even further. Not only the disciples of the Xuantian Sword Sect, but also those who had died defending their sect against the gods, were guided by Jiang Shiliu to have their souls return to their bodies. With proper care and recovery, they will all be able to be reborn and continue their cultivation path.

This scene is undoubtedly the best interpretation of the miracle of life, and a testament to Jiang Shiliu's boundless compassion and power. Under her protection, those lives that had been lost were able to bloom again, continuing to write their own legendary stories.

At that very moment, everyone suddenly realized, as if waking from a dream, that Jiang Shiliu, whom they had once pursued and worshipped with such fervor, like an idol, was actually the supreme deity! Not only that, she was also the Lotus Goddess who saved the world and all living beings with her own power!

When all the sect disciples awoke from their coma, without exception, they all knelt and kowtowed devoutly before Jiang Shiliu. It was this great goddess who had once again extended a helping hand to them, saving their precious lives and, in doing so, rescuing the entire world from peril. It could be said that Jiang Shiliu had given them new life and hope.

For the next two weeks, Jiang Shiliu never stopped, tirelessly casting resurrection spells to bring the deceased back to life. However, because the number of people needing resurrection was simply too vast—tens of millions of wronged souls awaiting rebirth—she had to undertake this arduous and sacred mission in batches. Each batch of resurrection was solemn and dignified, filled with mysterious power and boundless compassion.

The resurrection process is nearing its end, but the last two key locations have become a thorny problem—the Demon Realm and the Monster Realm. The reason is quite simple: the inhabitants of the Demon Realm and the Monster Realm show strong resistance to the resurrection of their deceased kin. They believe that if these dead are brought back to life, everything they now possess will have to be returned to its original owners. This idea fills the people of both realms with unease and anxiety.

Even more worrying is that some malevolent demon lords in the Demon Realm and the Demon World are secretly colluding, plotting a large-scale attack against the cultivation world. Faced with such a situation, how could Jiang Shiliu sit idly by? Obviously, the answer is no! Therefore, after careful consideration, she decided to send Qingyan, Mo Yuchen, and Li Yue to the Demon Realm to try to "enlighten" those stubborn people so that they could accept the matter of resurrection.

After all, if even this small task cannot be completed, then what awaits the Demon Realm will likely not only be the three main gods—Qingyan, Moyuchen, and Li Yue—but also the Nightshade God, known for his strategy of using diplomacy before resorting to force, personally taking action. At that point, the consequences will be unimaginable…

"Tsk!" Qingyan frowned, glaring impatiently at the group of stubborn and unyielding demons before her. She shouted, "Did you even listen to what we just said? Let me tell you, we're already being very polite in trying to reason with you. If you continue to be so ungrateful, don't blame us for being impolite! Don't think we won't use our secret weapon! You'll be in for a world of hurt!"

Despite Qingyan's rebuke, the demons showed no sign of backing down. One of their leading demon lords sneered, a disdainful smile playing on his lips, and retorted, "Hmph, you self-proclaimed gods, stop with your hypocrisy! We've fallen to this state entirely because of you! You dare to think you can force us to submit? You're delusional! Unless your high and mighty Lotus God personally comes here to beg for mercy and admit his mistakes, there's no room for discussion!"

Hearing these incredibly arrogant words, Qingyan was instantly enraged, her anger erupting like a volcano. Unable to contain her fury any longer, she shouted, "You! How dare you speak such nonsense! You're asking for it!" Before her words even finished, she flashed into the air like a ghost. Then, with a wave of her hand, a powerful surge of spiritual energy roared forth, sweeping directly towards the arrogant demon lord.

In the blink of an eye, the spiritual power tightly bound the Demon Lord, rendering him unable to move. Then, Qingyan mercilessly reached out her slender hand, grabbed the Demon Lord's neck, and with a slight exertion, lifted his entire body several feet off the ground. The Demon Lord, his face flushed red from being choked, struggled to breathe, but he still endured the pain, glaring fiercely at Qingyan.

However, Qingyan did not stop there. With a slight turn of her wrist, a magical artifact shimmering with a ghostly blue light quietly appeared in her palm. This artifact was the very one Ye Ming had given her, possessing terrifying power. Qingyan aimed the artifact at the location of the Demon Lord's soul and chanted incantations. In an instant, a dazzling bolt of lightning shot out from the artifact, striking directly at the Demon Lord's soul.

A series of crackling sounds rang out as the demon lord's soul was struck by lightning, leaving him dizzy and screaming in agony. The once arrogant and domineering demon was now completely powerless to resist, at Qingyan's mercy. The other demons around them, seeing this, turned pale with fright and retreated hastily, fearing they would be next to suffer.