The Nether Moon Palace's Inheritance Palace returned to normal, much to everyone's delight.
Many had heard that a man named Jiang Ping An had helped them.
They had also heard that Jiang Ping An had sacrificed his Origin for the Nether Moon Palace and nearly died.
This filled everyone in the Nether Moon Palace with gratitude toward Jiang Ping An.
Three months had passed since Jiang Ping An entered the Inheritance Palace. Throughout those three months, Yue Liuying had searched ancient texts and visited the Nether Moon Palace's elders, looking for a way to restore his Origin.
However, neither the ancient texts nor any of the elders had a method to restore his Origin.
Had his Origin been shattered, there might still have been a chance to restore it. But Jiang Ping An had willingly sacrificed it.
Burdened with guilt, Yue Liuying dragged her father, Yue Jiuxiao, back to the palace.
The moment she entered, she saw that Jiang Ping An had taken off his own skull and was pounding it with his fist.
"Ping An, stop!"
Yue Liuying rushed over and grabbed Jiang Ping An's arm. "Even if you can't cultivate anymore, you can't give up on yourself!"
In her eyes, Jiang Ping An had fallen into despair because he could no longer cultivate and had begun harming himself.
Jiang Ping An froze for a moment before realizing what had happened. "Commander, you've misunderstood. I haven't given up on myself. I'm testing..."
"Don't make excuses. I understand how you feel. You came from the Lower Realm and endured every hardship to get where you are today, only to lose your chance to cultivate any further. Of course you're suffering."
Yue Liuying interrupted him, gently picked up his skull from the floor, and placed it back on his shoulders.
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