Ji Rong looked at the distant horizon and pondered. “The envoys from Jun Capital have arrived.”

The Jun envoys, riding luxurious and extravagant flying boats, flew over the peak of Wuji Sect.

“Jun.”

Yao Yao, who had played games before, roughly knew the worldview of the entire Spirit Continent. In this world, the main story revolved around the Sword Saint protagonist. However, above the various sects, Jun, located in the central region, was the most powerful. They occupied the core spiritual veins and spiritual mines of the Spirit Continent. The noble royal family of Jun Capital City was extremely wealthy and had always commanded various sects.

The body of the ancient demons was closely related to the spiritual veins of Jun Capital.

What’s more, Yao Yao remembered that Jun people even had firepower similar to nuclear weapons because they could supply rare spiritual mines, making their power immeasurable.

Yao Yao hurriedly ran forward. Could they be here to deal with Chong Yan?

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In the sky.

From the tassels hanging on the windows of the flying boat, one could look into the abyss in the distance. A voice slowly came through.

“Evil creature.”

“Prepare the forces of the Netherfire. Once it becomes completely insane, ignite it.”

“Yes.”

If possible, they shouldn’t interfere.

But if the ancient demon’s destiny couldn’t be fulfilled, there must be some variable.

Who is it?

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Yao Yao ran all the way to the town.

This place was closest to the abyss, a plain where one could gaze upon the endless abyss.

The sky grew darker, eventually completely clouded over, and in the thick clouds, thunder rolled as if the gods were unleashing their punishment on the demons, creating a scene reminiscent of an apocalyptic disaster.

In this dim and gloomy setting, the red light of the formation suddenly illuminated brightly.

The formations in the sky were disrupted, and both the Jade Turtle Talisman and the fragments shattered into countless pieces. Then, the silhouette of a towering figure finally appeared on the horizon.

After thirty thousand years of silence, it broke free from the seal.

This time, there was no need for a transmission jade. All mortals could see with their naked eyes the colossal figure appearing on the blood-red horizon.

“He… He’s coming out, ahhh!”

“Run!”

“Run, ahhh!”

The entire town people in the foot of the Wenshen Mountain and the disciples of every sect present were fleeing.

From a distance, Yao Yao saw Chong Yan in his true form. His previously unseen complete body was covered in scars, with twisted spine and countless bone spurs protruding from it. He spread his tattered wings, revealing a ferocious beast’s head with menacing horns.

But his eyes couldn’t find her.

The ancient demon covered his eyes, completely lost in chaos.

Chong Yan’s vision was filled with images he had never seen before, scenes of the goddess’ smile, the benevolence of the usually imposing father god, the kindness of the tribe, and the praises from the gods and buddhas.

His eyes had seen countless landscapes, different from the desolate and lonely scene of the abyss for thirty thousand years.

When the ancient demon transformed into spineless maggots crawling in the abyss, the owner of these eyes stood up for the first time, observing the beauty of the world, soaring freely through the heavens and earth.

With his spine, his heart, his eyes.

But that wasn’t him.

Chong Yan’s eye sockets froze in pain.

Memories and images that didn’t belong to him flooded his brain, which had long been corroded by talismans, causing him to fall into true madness.

Numerous voices tempted him to go completely insane, to use the immense divine power that had multiplied countless times to seek revenge on the world.

But Chong Yan was left with one last thought that could keep him sane.

Protect the rose in his chest.

He just wanted to find one person.

Where was she?

Chong Yanlooked at the earth in confusion.

Everyone was fleeing, and a massive cannon was aimed at him from a distance, but they were all too small, like countless ants under his feet.

He couldn’t find her.

In pain, Chong Yan curled up and opened its mouth in panic.

His one and only.

Precious baby.

Commoners kneeled and prayed, pleading to the heavens to bless them and help them survive this calamity. Some prayed for the intervention of powerful individuals to punish the source of this disaster.

However, all the mighty figures of the Spirit Continent chose to hide away and watch from the sidelines.

No one was willing to confront the ancient demon with their lifetime of cultivation.

In the face of such a cruel devil, they were all insignificant ants.

But someone took a step forward.

A small and soft figure, holding her wind-blown hair, tilted her head and walked towards the blood-red horizon.

Ji Rong, firmly holding his sword, stood in front of the group of Chang Sword Sect disciple. At first, he didn’t notice, but once he did, he quickly grabbed her.

“Yao Yao, what are you doing?”

“Don’t go there, it’s dangerous.”

Everyone said Chong Yan was terrifying, that he was a devil who would destroy the world.

But Yao Yao clearly saw it.

Chong Yan was restraining himself, resisting the final madness, holding back from crossing the seal that had imprisoned him for thirty thousand years.

Holding back from harming innocent beings.

Amidst the boundless chaos, he guarded the last trace of clarity. From the vast expanse of the icy wasteland, Yao Yao finally saw his eyes.

She saw him open his mouth in pain.

She saw his chest with a gaping hole, careful not to touch the rose she had planted.

So, no matter how others viewed that massive and violent devil,

He was the one who quietly accompanied her during the last year of her life, waiting for her, her little devil.

Ji Rong’s gaze was profound, while the group of Chang Sword Sect disciple continued to persuade her.

“That devil is going to destroy the world.”

“Why do you need to bear the responsibility of saving the world?”

“I can calm him down”

“He has lost consciousness, it’s dangerous.”

But Yao Yao shook her head, proudly standing tall, facing his tattered figure.

“But, he calls me his baby.” I heard it.

So, I’m going to hug him.