The sea decays and rocks crumble, eternal night in extre cold...
Song Yan silently observed this scene. He did not go to save those struggling in this apocalypse, nor did he rescue a little girl or boy and teach them to beco cultivators; naturally, he did not suddenly discover so magical secret buried beneath the land already scoured over and over by Di Cunxin and the Celestial Demon Palace, nor did he gain new opportunities.
He simply gazed long at the withered and desolate land, lost in reminiscence.
He imagined, had he not left this world with his senior sister back then, what would have happened?
Undoubtedly, he would have hidden among the celestial demons, only to unintentionally discover those demonic followers from the Five Elents Heaven-Stealing Ship.
Those demonic followers ca down to search for the Netherworld’s water, Jalapura.
The demonic follower belonged to the Profound Yellow First Realm. He might just barely manage to protect himself with various ans, but he was no match.
There was no Taiyin and Taiyang Projection Fire here, which destined him never to break through to the Profound Yellow First Realm, and thus... he could only hide and hide.
If he were lucky enough not to choose a head-on collision with the demonic follower and didn’t provoke the Profound Yellow Three Realms behind them, he would have only one path left — to escape into the Sea of Suffering, dive into the fourth layer, and begin a long migration.
But this place was a remote and desolate area, the edge of the Southern Star Abyss.
The ti needed to reach the next Cultivation Profound Land was imasurable; perhaps even now, he would still be trapped in the migration passage of the Sea of Suffering, endlessly hoping to encounter new heavens and earth in the next ten thousand years...
Inconceivably arduous and full of mortal peril.
Yet, different opportunities brought different fates.
Song Yan mused to himself with a hint of wistfulness.
He held the little lady, his senior sister who brought him away, in his arms, recollecting this segnt of past events.
The two chatted casually, Ning Yunmiao teased, "Had I known, I wouldn’t have taken you away, leaving you to wander the Sea of Suffering. One day, when I’d find you as the devil, I’d just slay you with a sword to avoid all these troubles."
Song Yan laughed, "Then I would surely kneel and shout, ’Spare , great lord of the Celestial Wondrous Sword Palace.’"
Ning Yunmiao sighed.
She had already seen her junior brother’s true nature very clearly.
All his past disguises had been unveiled.
Yet... she had already beco his woman.
He made her very happy, experiencing the joy of being a woman.
He also made her feel very at ease...
Even though they were being hunted by the Blood River Sect, even if he had been placed within the top hundred of the Evil Demon List by the "fake Song Yan," he remained unaffected.
Even...
Song Yan finished laughing, then lowered his face and said, "Or, I should make Ning Yunmiao Daoist friend kneel and shout, ’Spare , great celestial demon.’"
Ning Yunmiao looked at him helplessly and said, "Great celestial demon is a slander and a trap against you, a title that makes everyone rise to attack you. Neither justifying yourself nor accepting this title seems fit—how could you accept it?"
Song Yan laughed, "At least they didn’t slander as so ’cat celestial demon’ or ’dog celestial demon,’ otherwise I’d really have to co clean."
In saying this, Ning Yunmiao completely heard his nonchalance.
Not to ntion the Blood River Sect falsely accusing him as the "cat or dog celestial demon," even cursing him as cowardly as a mouse or calling him a woman, presumably... he wouldn’t mind at all.
Perhaps, not only would he not mind, but he’d put on won’s clothes and take a spin, then laugh heartily.
As the two were chatting, Ning Yunmiao suddenly frowned slightly.
She felt it, Song Yan felt it too.
In the depths of the Sea of Suffering, a monstrous tsunami suddenly surged up. Compared to the vortex connecting the Purple Cloud Heaven’s Sea of Suffering before him, it was rely a little splash, yet this small splash surged upwards, breaking through the barrier between the Sea of Suffering and the outer world.
This world already had not a bit of power to resist, and even the pimple realm that burgeoned like sesa flowers had not erged.
That sea water of the Sea of Suffering soared directly to the skies, devouring the heaven and earth, carrying the endless obsession with returning to the human world, and arrived at the external world.
Ning Yunmiao said, "Jalapura."
Song Yan said, "It’s what Di Cunxin hid away; I never deliberately sought it out over these years, rely wanting to witness the scene of the apocalypse that should be."
He released his divine sense to behold the Netherworld’s water consuming the heavens and earth.
Clearly, because of his indulgence, the Netherworld’s water had been fully replenished, and the impact it brought at this ti was also exceedingly grand.
But Song Yan quickly noticed: it was not rely an impact, but also the growth of the Netherworld’s water.
As the Netherworld’s water swept the Sea of Suffering, raising that world-ending deluge, it... was rging with the flood itself, making that Sea of Suffering capable of destroying a piece of heaven and earth wholly part of it, unable to return.
Song Yan said, "Heaven moves vigorously, and all things strive for self-improvent. Even if sentience hasn’t arisen, it instinctively seizes the opportunity for enhancent. The end of the world is the end of a heaven and earth, yet it’s also the beginning of the cultivation path for the Netherworld’s Five Spirits. I truly wonder if the Netherworld’s Five Spirits race was created by that latter sage..."
Just then, a figure flew over from afar.
Ning Yunmiao electrically freed herself from Song Yan’s embrace, straightened the crumpled fabric inflicted by his clumsy handling, and sat upright in a serious posture.
"Papa!"
"Madam!"
It was Po Xu Yuzhuang.
Song Yan looked at her eager and excited little face, and calmly said, "Did you sense the opportunity?"
Po Xu Yuzhuang nodded emphatically, "I hadn’t even said anything, yet Papa knew already?"
Song Yan looked up at the Netherworld’s water subrging the world, embracing the apocalypse, and suddenly realized, "The Five Elents are inherently one; water can give birth to wood—so it is... Yuzhuang, go reclaim the fragnt that belongs to you."
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