Simulation Ends

An elderly Gao Yang held Ning Rongrong's gradually cooling body, his gaze falling into memories.

Rongmei, our story is too long. Where should I start...

His gaze was filled with recollection.

From knowing each other in youth, understanding each other in young adulthood, joyfully marrying in middle age, to being surrounded by children and grandchildren in old age.

One event after another, one matter after another.

The stories between Gao Yang and Ning Rongrong were too many, so many that he spoke for a very, very long time...

Rongmei, wait for me. Our story still lacks an ending...

Gao Yang laid Ning Rongrong flat, straightened her temples, and tucked the quilt in before stepping out of the bedroom.

Once outside, he called for his daughter, Xiao Tian.

Looking at the daughter who was taller than him, more spirited than him, and even more handsome than Ning Rongrong.

Gao Yang's eyes were full of gratification.

"Dad..."

Xiao Tian seemed to sense something, her voice somewhat choked up.

Yet Gao Yang did not let her continue.

"After your mom and I are gone, the sect will depend on you."

"You are the eldest. If your younger brothers and sisters don't listen, beat them when they need beating, scold them when they need scolding."

"Your Uncle Ao gifted the sect a set of soul bones-how imposing. As an old dad, I certainly refuse to be outdone by him."

"This set of soul bones was previously the Angel Set of Spirit Hall. Although each piece is not at the hundred-thousand-year level, having been nourished by the Angel God, their might is no less inferior."

"This set is the soul bone set of the Rakshasa God."

"And inside this soul tool, there are all the soul bones I've collected over the years. I am handing them all over to you; handle the distribution as you see fit."

"Over the years, Dad has never let you absorb soul bones. Do you feel wronged?"

"Don't feel wronged, my good daughter. The soul bones on your old dad's body are the best ones."

"Alright, I've said just about enough. It's time for your old dad to go find your old mom."

"Your mom is afraid of the dark. If I go too late, she'll start crying."

With that, Gao Yang shoved dozens of soul tools all at once into Xiao Tian's hands.

Then he turned and returned to the bedroom.

"Dad, don't go!"

"You can't bear to leave Mom, but you can bear to leave me?!"

"Ever since I was little, you favored Mom. When can you ever favor me, too!"

"Such a big sect, you just up and leave-what am I supposed to do!"

"Dad, I can't bear to let you go. Don't go!"

Tears streaming down her face, Xiao Tian dropped to her knees with a thud.

"Xiao Tian..."

"Let your old dad be willful one last time..."

"I'm sorry..."

Gao Yang paused in his steps, but he did not look back.

Xiao Tian tried to stop him, but she was forced back by an invisible wave of Sword Qi.

As Gao Yang entered the bedroom, Xiao Tian could not even probe inside with her spiritual power.

You must know that she was currently at level ninety-seven.

Yet before Gao Yang, she was like a child...

Isolating the daughter's cries and all sounds from the outside world.

Gao Yang sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze looking tenderly at Ning Rongrong, who no longer breathed.

After a long time...

"I actually thought I wouldn't see you in this lifetime," Gao Yang suddenly smiled. "What should I call you now, Lord Evil God or Lord Sword God?"

"Evil God."

A tall man draped in a cloak and bamboo hat, whose face could not be seen clearly.

He sat at the tea table, sipping tea slowly.

"Rongmei died of old age." Gao Yang's gaze remained fixed on Ning Rongrong's face, not sparing the man a single glance. "I've already failed the Sword God Ninth Trial. Why is there still no failure prompt for the Evil God Ninth Trial?"

"The Sword God walks the path of the heartless. If you don't kill your wife to prove your Dao, your temperament won't match, and naturally you fail," the Evil God said indifferently. "As for telling you to kill Ning Rongrong, it was purely to satisfy my own morbid amusement. Since she died of old age, I can change the nine trials for you."

"I didn't expect Lord Evil God to be so easy to talk to."

"It depends on the person. When I meet someone I find displeasing, my temper can be quite explosive."

"Heh."

"Cut the crap. When Ning Rongrong was around, you wouldn't complete the nine trials. Now that she has died of old age, you ought to inherit my deity."

"Lord Evil God, I have a question."

"Speak."

"After becoming a god, do I have the ability to revive Rongmei?"

"Yes."

"Then can I revive Rongmei?"

"No."

Hearing this answer, Gao Yang directly summoned his Seven Kill Sword martial soul, reversed his grip on the blade, and slashed straight at his own neck.

Clang!

A white dot appeared on Gao Yang's neck, while the Seven Kill Sword in his hand shattered instantly.

"Don't waste your effort. With your cultivation, coupled with your Demigod Body," the Evil God said with utter disdain, "no martial soul in this mortal world can harm you in the slightest-not even your own Seven Kill Sword, nor can it."

Gao Yang ignored the Evil God and instead directly ignited his eighth soul skill.

Giant Sword Technique.

This was his soul skill with the greatest might, and also the soul skill he had used the least.

Without a shred of hesitation, the moment the giant sword formed, the blade fiercely hacked toward his throat.

BOOM...

As the dust and smoke dispersed, the Evil God's voice sounded once more.

"I told you, don't waste your effort. Aren't you curious as to why I won't let you revive Ning Rongrong? To the extent that you don't even have a shred of doubt!"

"You're a god, why would you lie to me?" Gao Yang channeled his soul power, preparing for his next suicide attempt. "As for why you won't let me revive Rongmei... it doesn't matter anymore."

"What do you mean it doesn't matter?!" The Evil God was clearly somewhat riled up. "Fine, fine, fine, I'll tell you the truth: my wife is none other than the God of Kindness, you understand."

"None of my damn business."

"How is it none of your business! After you revive Ning Rongrong, are you still going to take her as your wife?!"

"Bulls***!"

"After you become the Evil God, your wife must also inherit the God of Kindness. But Ning Rongrong does not possess a Kindness Godhead; she isn't worthy!"

Gao Yang remained silent. His aura gradually climbed to its peak, and the Evil God panicked.

"Gao Yang, calm down. There is a soul beast by your side that does meet the criteria for the Kindness Godhead," the Evil God continued. "That is Bi Ji. She is fully qualified to inherit the God of Kindness, and furthermore, she loves you very much..."

"Sword Qi Threading!"

"What the f***? Didn't the Sword God take back the divine skill? No, wait, did you figure this out yourself??"

Gao Yang didn't pay attention to the Evil God. Instead, he manipulated the sword threads, drilling them into his right leg.

Accompanied by a teeth-grating sound of friction, a soul bone was forcefully dug out by Gao Yang.

Clatter!

As the soul bone hit the ground, a sweating Gao Yang looked triumphantly at the Evil God.

He...

had found a way to kill the Demigod Body!

"You... truly are a lunatic..." The Evil God's gaze grew increasingly cold. "Gao Yang, go ask around-throughout the entire Divine Realm, who else humbles themselves to beg someone to accept a legacy like me! You..."

Gao Yang ignored him and manipulated the sword threads to continue digging out the leg bone of his other leg!

"The sensation of soul bone detachment isn't pleasant, is it!" the Evil God said again. "Even if your willpower is tenacious enough to endure your limbs, you can absolutely not withstand the torso soul bone and skull soul bone with willpower alone!"

Clatter!

Clatter!

Two more soul bones hit the ground.

Gao Yang collapsed onto the ground. His limbs were already a bloody mess, his complexion drained of all color, yet his gaze remained steadfast.

The four soul bones lay quietly in a pool of blood.

"Gao Yang, you have already proven your love for Ning Rongrong," the Evil God sighed. "Stop now. If you continue any further, even I won't be able to save you."

"Prove it? I don't need to prove anything!" Gao Yang finally spoke, his voice weak. "I am merely fulfilling a promise."

"What promise?"

"To live and die together."

With that, numerous sword threads drilled into his spinal column.

"Ahhhhh!!!!"

This time, Gao Yang could no longer hold back the excruciating pain, crying out in bitter agony.

Detaching the torso soul bone was a hundred times, a thousand times more painful than he had imagined.

It hurt him for a full hour, intermittently, before he forcefully detached a single torso soul bone.

His proud Demigod Body now inflicted the most extreme agony upon him.

After the torso soul bone was detached, Gao Yang felt as though his spine had been extracted, his entire body continuously twisting on the ground.

He could clearly feel that his life force was rapidly fading away.

Only the last piece remained!

"Rongmei, don't rush, I'm coming right now..."

Even so, Gao Yang's sword threads had plummeted from dozens to a single strand.

"Gao Yang, for a woman, you gave up two deities. Was it worth it?"

The Evil God, silent for a long time, finally asked the question in his heart.

"So f***ing worth it!"

Gao Yang roared in anger, driving his last bit of soul power to control the sword thread as it fiercely drilled into his own eye socket.

Yet as a red light flashed across his skull, the sword thread quietly snapped.

"Gao Yang, this world follows the laws of logic," the Evil God sneered. "With injuries this severe, where would you still have the spare energy to manipulate sword threads? Did you think you were the protagonist of some mortal illustrated storybook, getting hot-blooded, shouting slogans, and gaining power? Naive!"

Seeing Gao Yang lying there without speaking, the Evil God spoke again.

"Beg me, and perhaps if I'm in a good mood, I can still cure you."

"B-Beg you... help me... I'm begging you..."

Hearing Gao Yang's murmurs, the corners of the Evil God's mouth lifted.

Just as he was about to make a move, he heard Gao Yang continue.

"Old partner... I know you're still here... Help me one last time... I'm begging you..."

"Xiao Tian, help me one last time!!"

"I'm begging you!!!"

The final sentence was practically roared out by Gao Yang!

He wasn't calling for his daughter, Xiao Tian, but rather for the one who had accompanied him through his entire childhood...

The Dark Demon Evil God Tiger!

Whoosh!

A streak of black light shot forth from between Gao Yang's brows.

As the black light dissipated, a slender figure gradually took form.

She possessed a tall figure, standing a full three meters high.

Clad in a black dress, with plain attire and red lips, a curvaceous body, and long hair cascading down beside her bare feet.

She had an exquisite face and a wild temperament, her pale green eyes adding an extra touch of exotic charm to her.

"Xiao Little Black, don't do anything foolish."

The moment the figure emerged, the Evil God lost a bit of his composure.

Yet the figure merely glanced at him, taking a stride with her straight, snow-white legs, and crossed over to Gao Yang's side.

"Does it hurt?"

The figure's voice was hoarse and laden with heartache.

"You are... Xiao Tian?"

Even on the verge of death from grievous wounds, it could not suppress Gao Yang's astonishment.

Slap!

The next second, the figure raised a slender hand and delivered a fierce slap across Gao Yang's cheek.

"Do you really like having me call you Dad that much!" Xiao Tian said, blushing in embarrassment. "You even named your eldest daughter Xiao Tian, you hateful man!"

At the end of her words, she directly scooped up Gao Yang, pulling him fiercely into a tight embrace.

With his face deeply buried in a pair of soft mounds, inhaling the familiar scent, Gao Yang confirmed that the person before his eyes was indeed the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger, none other than Xiao Tian!

"Xiao Tian..."

"Don't speak!" Xiao Tian said angrily. "Are you really that impatient to go see Ning Rongrong!"

As she spoke, she cradled Gao Yang's head, raising him to eye level with herself.

"Mm..."

Gao Yang looked at her gradually reddening eye rims, feeling inexplicably guilty.

"Then what did my sacrifice mean?! You bastard! Did you never intend to bring me back at all?!"

Xiao Tian's voice was shrill.

"I'm sorry..."

Gao Yang dared not look her in the eye.

"Look at me!!!"

Gao Yang instinctively looked at her again, only to see her red lips drawing closer and closer.

"Mmph..."

Warm, sweet, soft...

After a long while, their lips parted.

"In your next life, look at me a little more, all right...?"

The aggression had vanished from Xiao Tian's voice, leaving only pleading.

"All right..."

Squelch!!

The instant Gao Yang agreed, the fingernails on Xiao Tian's hands, which cradled his head, suddenly lengthened and burrowed deep into his skull.

After a sound that set his teeth on edge, a Head Soul Bone fell to the ground with a clatter.

Without a vessel, Xiao Tian's figure vanished completely.

"Hmph."

With Gao Yang's death now certain, the Evil God's figure grew fainter and fainter until it disappeared.

"Rongrong, I think... I see you..."

His consciousness grew hazier, and his surroundings became ever more ethereal.

In the final moment of his life, all of Gao Yang's injuries healed.

He saw a figure racing toward him.

It was Ning Rongrong.

Her blue dress and long brown hair stood out so vividly.

Gao Yang went to meet her and embraced her.

His heart had never felt as full as it did at that moment!

"Rongrong, I'm not late, am I?"

"Yang, you're such a fool."

[Simulation ended.]