Within Lesser Yang Hall
Two faint streaks of golden light entered their bodies, and Yan Ju and Heng'e could barely hide the joy in their hearts.
At this moment, all their efforts had finally borne fruit.
Yan Ju did not continue paying attention to the changes in the Nine Netherworld. While everyone's attention was fixed on the Nine Netherworld, he intended to thoroughly refine this immense golden light of merit and transform it into cultivation, allowing his foundation to break through into the realm of a source spirit.
Heng'e did not immediately refine the golden light of merit within her body, which was enough to directly restore her origin. Instead, she turned her gaze toward the Nine Netherworld, flashed forward, and headed there.
She still had much to do next.
For instance, she needed to solidify her position as the God of Nether Moon, assist the evolution of the Nine Netherworld, seek more profound yin authority, and secure her status as the Pure Yin Supreme.
Deep down, she felt somewhat fortunate.
She had not thought much of Yan Ju's proposal before. Lazy by nature, had Yan Ju not insisted, she would never have considered plotting such a matter.
Nor had she believed that the Lunar Star would one day fall from the rank of Pure Yin Supreme.
Yet Yan Ju's words had truly come to pass.
Her heart could not help but stir. Perhaps she ought to change her temperament and thoroughly cast away those parts of herself that were content to lie flat.
At the very least, she could no longer follow in others' footsteps and be plotted against.
Where he stood, as that golden light of merit fused into his origin, the destiny within the depths of Yan Ju's sea of consciousness, dazzling as the sun, immediately began