The Heavenly Thunder descended, striking the Demon God.
For the Demon God, who was already at her limit, it was a fatal blow.
At that time, the entire world was on the verge of complete collapse.
The Heavenly Dao, though damaged, still chose to step forward, doing everything in its power to save her life.
Back then, the Heavenly Dao could barely fend for itself and was severely wounded. It could have abandoned her, but it chose to protect her all the same.
This caused the Heavenly Dao to exhaust most of its energy, and the world began to fall apart even more rapidly...
In the end, her remains were preserved intact and even placed here—all of it was the Heavenly Dao's doing.
The Demon God lowered her head, her eyes growing warm.
'If it hadn't saved me, perhaps the Heavenly Dao wouldn't have fallen into such a desperate state.'
'It wouldn't have remained fragmented after all these tens of thousands of years, still being harassed by the Wood Sculpture Realm.'
