After receiving the orders, the demon cultivators all left.
Mo Yuan no longer felt like sorting accounts. He took out Song Wanníng's communication talisman, a flicker of conflicted emotion crossing his eyes.
Since Song Wanníng left, he often took out the talisman, wanting to send her a message but never finding a proper reason.
Perhaps this was finally his chance.
He missed Song Wanníng deeply.
His eyes grew resolute as he activated the talisman and sent her the news.
Then he clenched the talisman tightly, cold sweat slowly breaking out in his palm.
His heart felt as if it floated on water, rising and falling without rest.
Finally, the talisman responded.
"Observe closely and confirm their identity. Do not act rashly. I will handle it personally once I finish my tasks."
The brief message and familiar presence instantly calmed Mo Yuan's mind. There were no pleasantries or greetings, but this was the reassurance Song Wanníng always gave him.
After replying, Mo Yuan pulled out the image stone again, displaying the scene where Song Wanníng had slain the Divine Transformation cultivators.
Since acquiring it, he had watched it repeatedly. Every time, it left him shaken.
The senior had climbed ever higher with relentless effort. His affection for her had gradually turned into deep admiration and respect. She was his goal and the path he swore to follow to the death.
...
Meanwhile, after confirming her alliance with the Heavenly Dao, Song Wanníng spent the entire night discussing with the Three Lives Mirror.
Hearing of all the seniors who had fallen resisting the invaders filled her with sorrow.
But she also understood one truth: under a collapsing nest, no egg remains unbroken.
Only by restoring the Heavenly Dao completely could everyone have a better future.
Still, both she and the Heavenly Dao were curious about how the Mùsù system managed to transport people here and cloak their incredible luck to deceive Heaven's spy probes.
According to the Heavenly Dao, these chosen invaders were actually pawns. No matter how powerful, they would all be erased by the Heavenly Dao eventually—it was only a matter of time.
If the Heavenly Dao had not reversed time and space back then, Ye Chuxue would have been erased by Heavenly Dao rules after stealing the lower realm's resources and ascending.
From the very beginning, they were pawns unaware of their fate.
Now, hearing Mo Yuan's message, Song Wanníng knew it was time to settle matters with Ye Chuxue.
"You have awakened the dragon veins. The luck you carry is strengthened by them, already surpassing Ye Chuxue.
But erasing Ye Chuxue will certainly provoke resistance from the Heavenly Dao consciousness of the Mùsù system. It will be extremely dangerous. So, I will first help you fuse the Demon God's Origin into your dantian and create an inner world!"
The Heavenly Dao had to guarantee Song Wanníng's safety as much as possible.
"All right!"
Song Wanníng did not hesitate. She immediately hung the 'closed for cultivation' sign.
Following the Heavenly Dao's method, she prepared what was needed and went to the training chamber. She sat cross-legged, holding the black orb in her hand.
Song Wanníng cut her finger and let a drop of blood fall into the black orb.
The orb emitted a faint light, dim and flickering.
Unhurried, she pressed her palm against her chest, forcing out a drop of heart blood to drip onto the orb.
Suddenly, the orb flared brightly.
Though entirely black, it carried a brilliant Dao aura that shot straight up into the clouds.
With a sharp swoosh, the black orb shot into Song Wanníng's body, heading directly for her dantian.
"Pfft—"
She spat a mouthful of fresh blood, feeling the spiritual and demonic energy in her dantian violently surge and spill out.
There was a terrifying sensation, like being "crippled."
Her brow furrowed tightly, her whole body sweating with pain, but her eyes remained steady. She watched helplessly as her dantian was torn open, the long-accumulated spiritual and demonic energy rushing wildly outward, colliding and scrambling left and right.
Just as she feared it would completely leak away, the Taiji diagram appeared.
It appeared slowly. With a slight tremble, the spilling spiritual and demonic energy seemed to hear its command and obediently flowed back.
Until not a drop remained outside, the Demon God's Origin began to show its true form. The small black orb suddenly exploded in size, instantly covering her entire dantian.
Song Wanníng endured the pain, forcing out another drop of heart blood, sending it toward her dantian. Her face grew pale and her body trembled uncontrollably, but her eyes shone brightly.
There was curiosity and boundless hope for the future.
The moment the heart blood arrived, the Demon God's Origin paused, then greedily absorbed every drop.
With a tremor, a vast and infinite aura spread from her dantian, instantly enveloping Song Wanníng.
Boom—
A thunderous roar came from her dantian, ringing in her ears and making her dizzy. Her Primordial Soul buzzed incessantly as her entire sea of consciousness stirred violently.
From her dantian, the Demon God's Origin kept seeping out, spreading through every limb and bone.
The soaring demonic energy was shocking to behold.
Soon, the demonic aura spread, alarming countless cultivators.
"How can there be such thick demonic energy?"
"Yeah, is there a demon cultivator around?"
The cultivators immediately raised their guard. If they found a demon cultivator, they could not let them go easily.
But when they realized the source was Song Wanníng's courtyard, silence fell.
After a moment, someone said, "So it's Song Zūnzhě! Looks like Song Zūnzhě found some demonic creatures and is handling them. Let's not disturb her and disperse quickly!"
"Right, we must not cause trouble for Song Zūnzhě!"
Within minutes, the gathered cultivators dispersed.
No one suspected Song Wanníng was a demon cultivator, nor dared question her actions.
...
Time passed swiftly. The Demon God's Origin had penetrated Song Wanníng's entire body.
The pain gradually faded, a faint glow flashing between her brows. Then another thunderous boom sounded.
In the next moment, her Primordial Soul arrived at a place of chaos.
It was a tiny crack, slowly expanding outward.
As it expanded, a gray mist began to rise.
"That is chaotic energy. Absorb it quickly!"
The Three Lives Mirror suddenly urged with urgency.
Song Wanníng's expression hardened, knowing this was valuable. She inhaled deeply, taking it in breath after breath.
The gray mist slowly sank to her dantian, covering it in a layer of gray.
The Taiji diagram suddenly paused, then, as if it found a priceless treasure, hurried over excitedly.
Soon, the originally clear black and white Taiji diagram began to blend, gradually turning a shade of gray.
Until finally, no other colors remained.
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Damn, she actually create her own world?!
Sorry, but this revelation is hitting me hard. I mean, I knew the earlier chapters hinted at it—but I never thought it would happen now, of all times! And in a lower realm like this?!
Well, having backing of Heavenly Dao of star system really different.