The End
All Three Great Devil Emperors perished.
The entire Abyss Demon Realm was deathly silent.
The Demon King and demon gods stared blankly at the pale figure, their eyes filled with despair.
Just then--
An aura of extreme terror surged forth from the deepest part of the Abyss Demon Realm.
That aura was like the sky collapsing and the earth sinking, like an eternal night, pressing down on everyone until they could hardly breathe.
A figure slowly emerged from the darkness.
His figure was enormous, several times taller than ordinary demon gods. His body Entanglement in black mist, his face was cold and stern, and there was a dark golden demonic mark on his forehead, exuding a terrifying aura that made people tremble with fear.
His eyes were golden.
It wasn't a warm gold, but a cold, metallic gold.
The ruler of the Abyss Demon Realm — the Demon Venerable, Ming Yuan.
The God of Destruction, Fu Shiyan, stared at that figure, his killing intent intensifying.
"You are the Demon Venerable?"
The Demon Venerable looked at him, a smile playing on his lips:
"That's right. You're the one who killed three of my Devil Emperor?"
"Yes."
"Interesting."
The Demon Venerable sized him up, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes:
"You're much stronger than that old guy from the Divine Realm. This kind of battle is truly exhilarating."
The God of Destruction, Fu Shiyan, did not speak, but simply gripped the halberd in his hand tightly.
The Demon Venerable raised his hand, and a ball of pitch-black energy condensed in his palm. The energy ball emitted a terrifying aura that sent shivers down one's spine.
"Come on, let's fight to our hearts' content! Even if the Abyss shatters, I will still fight you to the bitter end today!"
As soon as they finished speaking, their figures vanished from the spot!
"Boom--!!!"
The next moment, they collided in mid-air, unleashing a deafening roar!
The dark purple Destruction power and the pitch-black demonic energy intertwined and tore at each other wildly, shaking the entire Abyss Demon Realm to the brink of collapse.
Those Demon King and demon gods dared not approach; they could only flee in panic, fearing they would be caught in the crossfire.
The entire Abyss Demon Realm began to collapse during their battle.
The black earth cracked open, the black mountains collapsed, and the black rivers flowed backward.
But the Demon Venerable didn't care at all.
He laughed wildly as he fought fiercely with Fu Shiyan:
"Good! Good! Good! That's great! That's great!"
"It's been a long time since I've had such a satisfying fight!"
The God of Destruction, Fu Shiyan, remained silent, launching a frenzied attack, each strike carrying earth-shattering power.
His eyes were filled with murderous intent.
He wanted to avenge Xiao Xue.
He wanted to make the culprit who killed Xiao Xue pay the price.
In the void, Qian Renxue watched the pale figure, seeing him fighting alone in the Abyss Demon Realm, and tears streamed down her face.
[He... did it all for me...]
She stole a glance at Fu Shiyan beside her.
Fu Shiyan was intently watching the pale figure, whose long, pale hair swayed gently in the air, and a complex light flashed in her eyes.
Qian Renxue looked at him, and a strong impulse suddenly surged in her heart.
She wanted to hug him, to tell him how touched she was, to tell him how much she loved him.
But she just stood there, motionless.
Because she knew that he in this life was unaware of his past life.
She couldn't scare him.
She could only suppress those emotions inside.
Silently, I stayed by his side.
On the other side, as the battle between the two intensified, the battlefield was shattered beyond recognition.
The Abyss Demon Realm collapsed completely, with countless black fragments floating in the void, like a desolate ruin.
The surrounding planes, planets, and small worlds were shattered by the aftershocks of their battle; some split in two, some turned to dust, and some rolled off to the unknown distance.
The God of Destruction, Fu Shiyan, and the Demon Lord, Mingyuan, have been fighting for an unknown amount of time.
One day? Two days? Or a month?
Nobody knows.
Even they themselves didn't know.
The two fought their way from the Abyss Demon Realm to the depths of the starry sky, and then back to the ruins.
The dark purple Destruction power collided and exploded countless times with the pitch-black demonic energy, turning everything around into nothingness.
In the end, both of them were exhausted.
Demon Venerable Ming Yuan lay on a huge black fragment, his chest heaving violently, black blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth.
His armor was already tattered, revealing his battered body underneath.
His golden eyes were dull and lifeless, and his breathing was rapid and heavy, like a machine struggling to keep running on its last legs.
The God of Destruction, Fu Shiyan, knelt on one knee on another fragment, supporting his body with his halberd, panting heavily.
His long white hair was disheveled and draped over his shoulders, his face was covered in blood, and his robes were torn, revealing deep wounds that exposed bone.
Golden blood dripped down his arm, spreading out like tiny flowers on the black fragments.
The two gazed at each other from afar, separated by a void.
No one had the strength to do anything more.
But in Fu Shiyan's eyes, an undying killing intent still burned.
He gritted his teeth and stood up, trembling.
His legs were weak, his body was swaying, and every inch he stood up felt like lifting a mountain.
But he persevered, and little by little, he stood up.
Then, he staggered toward the Demon Venerable.
One step, two steps, three steps.
His steps were unsteady, as if he might fall at any moment, but he never did.
The Demon Venerable lay on the ground, watching the swaying figure walk towards him, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes.
He had lived for countless millennia and had seen countless opponents, some stronger than him, some weaker, some cunning, some brave, but he had never seen anyone so tenacious.
"What... is your purpose?"
His voice was hoarse, carrying an indescribable sense of emotion.
The God of Destruction, Fu Shiyan, stopped in her tracks, looking at him with eyes filled with pain.
"Xiao Xue... was killed by your people!"
"She died in the war you started. She died in the sneak attack of your monsters."
His voice was hoarse, each word seeming to be squeezed out from the depths of his throat:
"I will make the entire Demon Realm pay with its life!"
Upon hearing this, the Demon Venerable fell silent.
After a moment, a sigh appeared in his eyes, and he gently shook his head:
"You little rascal... you're quite the romantic."
He sighed, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and struggled to sit up.
His movements were slow, and with each movement, a wound on his body would burst open, and black blood would gush out and drip onto the shards.
But he didn't care; he just sat there calmly, watching Fu Shiyan.
"Alright, alright, stop fighting. Once you've recovered, I'll give you a good beating."
He paused, then looked at Fu Shiyan:
"The little girl you mentioned, I can take back the magic power within her."
Fu Shiyan's pupils suddenly contracted.
The Demon Venerable continued:
"However... reviving her won't be so easy."
The God of Destruction, Fu Shiyan, shuddered, staggered forward a few steps, and urgently asked:
"What do you mean? It's not that easy? Do you know how to revive Xiao Xue?!"
His voice trembled, and his eyes were filled with a mixture of hope and fear.
The Demon Venerable looked at him, remained silent for a moment, and then slowly spoke:
"Deities cannot be resurrected after death. This is a rule of heaven and earth."
His voice was deep, carrying a calm that came from years of experience:
"There is a Heavenly Dao in this world. After reaching level one hundred, the essence of life is completely different, transcending the concept of the physical body."
"Therefore, to revive her, we first need to condense her divine soul."
He paused, then continued:
Secondly, it is necessary to--
He didn't finish his sentence.
Because at that very moment, the environment in front of Qian Renxue and Fu Shiyan, who were watching from the sidelines, suddenly shattered!
Like a shattered mirror, it turned into countless tiny fragments, scattering and flying in all directions.
The fragments spun and drifted in the air before gradually turning into nothingness.