Unfortunately, some truths came too late...
As the Yellow Emperor's figure vanished from the Recording Stone, most of the resentment surrounding the Female Drought Demon faded, and her form began to dissolve. She had spent most of her life hating, most of her life nursing grievances. In the end, she chose to make peace with herself and with her father.
"Goddess, where's Zhenzhen? Has Zhenzhen just disappeared?" Ye Qingchuan rushed forward in despair, trying to grab Ba. He could not accept Zhenzhen's departure. "Save Ye Zhenzhen!"
As her end drew near, the Female Drought Demon's expression grew utterly peaceful. She rose on tiptoe and pressed a light kiss to his lips. "Ye Qingchuan, when you stood in front of me without hesitation and made an enemy of the whole world for my sake, I fell in love with you. I envy Ye Zhenzhen so much. It's a pity I'm not her. I hope you'll love her well for me."
With that, she gathered all the divine power she had left and scattered it over the Mortal World she had once ravaged:
Rain soaked the scorched earth. Withered fields sprang back to life, and green shoots pushed through the soil;
Water flowed once more through dried-up rivers, washing dust from their beds. Fish leaped joyfully above the surface, sending crystal-clear droplets flying;
Sleeping trees awoke one after another. Birds spread their wings and soared, their songs echoing through the valleys and rousing the animals from slumber;
Children ran through the mountain woods, while adults worked in the fields. Smiles lit every face, and the whole world brimmed with life.
"Goddess, tell me where she went!" Ye Qingchuan shouted after Ba's fading figure, but no answer came.
The last god in the world had fallen.
One more chapter coming shortly—the happy