ending

Just as Mo Zuili was about to give up and her consciousness was about to dissipate.

Mo Zuili's voice came again: "Hold on, I will now transfer you to another space and borrow the power there."

As soon as she finished speaking, Mo Zuili felt as if time had been crushed and then pieced back together. The scene in front of her spun rapidly, the wind howled in her ears, and countless images flashed by before finally freezing in place.

Mo Zuili steadied her swaying body, opened her eyes, and saw Yaowang Mountain before her.

But this Yaowang Mountain was completely different from what I had first seen.

In my memory, Yaowang Mountain had a small courtyard made of bluestone at its summit, marked with many sword marks and containing three dilapidated medicine cauldrons...

At this moment, Yaowang Mountain was desolate, with no courtyard, only a simple thatched hut, in front of which stood a solitary medicine cauldron.

Beside the medicine cauldron, Chu Qing sat cross-legged, cultivating.

Chu Qing's appearance was exactly the same as when Mo Zuili remembered her becoming a disciple. When a cultivator reaches a certain level, their appearance becomes fixed, and their age seems to stand still.

But Chu Qing's temperament was completely different at this time; he was less composed and more handsome.

Mo Zuili stood there, a strange memory suddenly flooding into her mind.

The perspective of memory is extremely bizarre, as if looking down on everything from a fixed point.

It took Mo Zuili a long time to process what was happening before she belatedly realized that this was the perspective of the stone tablet in the middle of the extreme sea.

In my memory, countless cultivators threw their blood at the stone tablet, the blood splattering on the tablet and then sliding down its surface.

Finally, Chu Qing appeared. He raised his hand, and blood splattered onto the stone tablet. Immediately afterward, the world changed dramatically.

Mo Zuili's thoughts came along with her memories: "Go find my master and borrow the power brought by his immortal bloodline. He once went to the ancient ruins, where his bloodline was switched, essentially becoming a vessel for the remnant soul of an immortal. However, the immortal soul failed to successfully parasitize him and has long since dissipated, but the immortal bloodline in his body has remained."

After processing this information, Mo Zuili walked towards Chu Qing.

As soon as they got close, Chu Qing suddenly opened her eyes.

Mo Zuili instinctively called out, "Master."

Chu Qing's face was full of doubt, her brows furrowed slightly, and her lips moved as if she wanted to ask something.

Time was of the essence, and Mo Zuili didn't have time to explain. She went straight to the point: "I'm in trouble, and I can't explain it clearly in a short time. I hope Master can lend me some of the power of the immortal bloodline within me for this emergency."

Chu Qing's confusion deepened, and she asked, "Who are you? What's going on?"

Mo Zuili was stunned, not knowing how to explain this encounter that transcended time and space.

Just then, Mo Zuili's voice suddenly rang out in this space, filled with apology: "Master, I'm sorry."

Before he could finish speaking, a force surged toward Chu Qing. Chu Qing instinctively mobilized his spiritual power to resist, but the force ignored the barrier of his spiritual power and enveloped him directly.

Before Mo Zuili could figure out what was going on, the power came and went quickly, disappearing without a trace in an instant.

Chu Qing opened her eyes again, her body swayed slightly, and her aura suddenly changed.

Mo Zuili thought to herself, "Yes, this is the way I know myself."

Mo Zuili stepped forward and helped Chu Qing up.

Chu Qing steadied herself and looked at Mo Zuili with a light laugh: "I still hope that you are all well and don't die."

As she spoke, Chu Qing reached out and grasped Mo Zuili's wrist, and a warm power slowly flowed into Mo Zuili's body through her wrist.

"I only have two disciples," Chu Qing's voice was relaxed, and his tone was full of relief. "You are both very capable and extraordinary. But no matter how many adventures or opportunities you have had, or what secrets you are hiding, as your master, my greatest wish is that you can live well."

After Chu Qing finished speaking, Mo Zuili clearly felt the presence of [Mo Zuili]'s consciousness also come to her side.

Mo Zuili paused for a moment, then smiled and replied, "This disciple also hopes that Master will be well."

As soon as he finished speaking, the space suddenly began to tremble, fine cracks appeared on the ground, and the surrounding space distorted as if it were about to collapse.

Chu Qing stood still, nodded slightly, and looked through the void as if he could see a very distant place: "By borrowing this inexplicably acquired immortal bloodline, I can see a little bit of the cause and effect of other worlds."

He looked at Mo Zuili and said earnestly, "I will live well, and I hope you will too."

After he finished speaking, the whole world collapsed.

Mo Zuili's vision went black as she once again experienced a feeling of weightlessness.

The next moment, Mo Zuili returned to the state of being oppressed, but the power within her body became abundant. That mysterious power flowed again, allowing Mo Zuili to continue to mobilize her power and fight against the oppression of the Heavenly Dao.

...

Beyond the extreme sea, the cultivators were in chaos, their faces filled with panic.

An invisible barrier surrounds the stone tablet, and anyone who gets too close will be repelled by a powerful force.

Yuan Yuyan sat in front of the now-blackened and transparent stone tablet, covered in blood, her clothes stained crimson, and mouthfuls of blood oozing from the corners of her mouth.

Yuan Yuyan mobilized all her divine sense, staring intently at the stone tablet, her fingers stiffly forming hand seals, and blood gradually seeped from her seven orifices, sliding down her cheeks.

Even so, Yuan Yuyan was still muttering obscure incantations.

The other cultivators stood at a distance, watching his miserable state with fear on their faces.

...

Mo Zuili was concentrating on mobilizing her power to resist the oppression when she suddenly felt that the power suppressing her had decreased.

The reduced portion has transformed into a pure force, which is merging into my body.

[Mo Zuili]'s divine sense came through, carrying a hint of shock: "No matter which world, the Yuan family, or rather Yuan Yuyan, is not simple. She mobilized the seven bloodline powers absorbed by the Heavenly Dao outside and transferred them to us."

After a pause, [Mo Zuili] chuckled and roared at the Heavenly Dao: "I have already broken my own karma, and you cannot be erased by her. I want to send them back, so please clear the way."

These words echoed throughout the space.

Mo Zuili focused on mobilizing the power within her body to fight against the remaining oppressive force, and the power flowed more and more smoothly within her body.

Mo Zuili's balance with external pressures is becoming increasingly balanced.

Previously, they were clearly at a disadvantage, but now the situation has become somewhat evenly matched.

Mo Zuili's voice suddenly rose, and she roared again, "Let them go back!"

The moment that roar fell, everything seemed to be paused.

The mobilization of forces froze, and the tug-of-war between the two sides hung in mid-air.

The pressure surrounding Mo Zuili suddenly dissipated, as if a huge boulder that had been pressing down on him for a long time had been moved away in an instant.

Mo Zuili opened her mouth, about to ask a question, when she heard [Mo Zuili's] voice. With a light laugh, it said, "Alright, you should go back now. I'll take you back. After you return, your memories of this world will gradually fade."

[Mo Zuili] paused, her tone softening, and said with sincere wishes: "I wish you can have the life you want in your original world."

Before Mo Zuili's joy could spread, she was enveloped by a warm force.

My eyelids grew heavier and heavier, my consciousness seemed to be pulled apart bit by bit, until I finally fell into complete darkness.

...

Beyond the Arctic Ocean, a fierce storm had just raged, and dark, oppressive clouds made it hard to breathe.

The moment Mo Zuili's consciousness broke, the wind and rain stopped abruptly, the clouds dispersed, and everything returned to normal.

Yuan Yuyan was covered in blood, and her body could no longer hold on, so she collapsed heavily to the ground.

The translucent membrane of power that had previously enveloped the seven people gradually dissipated.

The figures inside were already unconscious, their faces pale, clearly exhausted.

Qing Shanyue was helped up by the head of the Yi family and quickly woke up. As if she had sensed something, her brows furrowed.

She raised her hand, her fingertips tracing through the void, and a spatial rift was opened.

Previously, Qi Shuyan was seriously injured and unconscious, so she placed him in her space to recuperate.

As Qi Shuyan's figure slowly emerged from the space, Qing Shanyue sighed helplessly.

Qi Shuyan's eyes were closed, and her aura was empty.

It reverted to its original form, a soulless shell.

Mo Zuili woke up in her own bedroom in the Mo family.

Warm light slanted through the carved window lattice and fell onto the bed.

【Mo Zuili】moved her fingers, taking a slow step to adjust to the sensations of this body. She didn't rush to get up, but simply lay quietly, listening to the familiar footsteps outside the door.

The door creaked open, and Mo Yuan and Elder Tan appeared together.

Mo Yuan was still wearing that bright red robe, his eyes tinged with a light blue, clearly indicating that he had been waiting for a long time.

Old Tan followed behind, carrying a bowl of steaming medicinal soup.

"How are you feeling, Nannan?" Mo Yuan reached out and touched her forehead first.

Mo Zuili opened her mouth, her voice still a little hoarse, but she still clearly called out, "Father, I remember everything."

Old Tan placed the herbal medicine on the low table by the bedside, his face full of relief, even his gray eyebrows relaxed: "It's good that you're awake, it's good that you've recovered..."

After muttering a few words, Old Tan added, "The main thing is that everyone is alright."

After exchanging a few words, seeing that [Mo Zuili] and Mo Yuan exchanged a glance, as if they had something to say privately, Elder Tan tactfully withdrew.

Only the father and daughter remained in the room. Mo Zuili propped herself up and sat up, saying softly, "Father, I remember everything. This time it's true. I told you I would get better once I left the Immortal Valley."

Upon hearing this, Mo Yuan's tense shoulders relaxed abruptly. Without asking for further details, he simply nodded emphatically: "It's good that you remember."

After Mo Yuan left, Mo Zuili raised her hand to touch the Sumeru Ring she was wearing.

Using my divine sense, I found a letter in a corner.

[Mo Zuili] unfolded the letter, her fingertips brushing over the words on the paper. It contained everything that Mo Zuili had recorded since she transmigrated into the book.

After reading it word by word, a faint smile slowly appeared on [Mo Zuili]'s lips.

After a long while, [Mo Zuili] raised her hand and made a hand seal. A faint golden light flashed and disappeared. [Mo Zuili] sealed away all the fragments of herself in other worlds.

Only the experiences that this body should have had are left behind, making everything seem reasonable.

After doing all this, [Mo Zuili] picked up the bowl of medicine and drank it all in one gulp.

A few days later, in the Mo family courtyard.

A pot of hot tea and several plates of delicate pastries were placed on the stone table.

【Mo Zuili】sat opposite Mo Yuan, the crabapple blossoms outside the courtyard were in full bloom, and petals occasionally fell onto the stone table.

【Mo Zuili】held her teacup and said calmly, "The trip to Immortal Valley has achieved its purpose. My cultivation level can be gradually improved from now on."

Although changing her cultivation method damaged her foundation, [Mo Zuili]'s current true cultivation level is only at the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm. However, due to the pressure from the Heavenly Dao, her physical body has undergone changes. [Mo Zuili] can now absorb spiritual energy very quickly, as if she were drinking water, and there will be no obstacles to her cultivation in the future.

Mo Yuan didn't ask any further questions, only saying, "You know it yourself—what do you plan to do about the demon race?"

Mo Zuili paused in her tea-drinking motion and sighed softly, "I have no intention of vying for the title of Demon King."

【墨醉璃】said decisively, without the slightest hesitation.

Mo Yuan neither offered any advice nor showed any particular delight, but simply nodded calmly: "It's good that you can make your own decision."

As he spoke, Mo Yuan took out a folded letter from his storage ring and handed it over, saying, "This is the information about the demon race that I had collected while you were unconscious. Take a look."

[Mo Zui Li] unfolds the letter.

After the anomaly in the Extreme Sea ended, Huang Tianyao brought the unconscious Shangguan Fu'er from the Extreme Sea. The fact that Shangguan Fu'er was a sea dragon mother was known to everyone in the demon race, and many Phoenix Clan elders demanded that Shangguan Fu'er be dealt with.

Huang Tianyao drew his sword in front of all the elders and said that Shangguan Fu'er was her companion. He said that Shangguan Fu'er was a member of the Phoenix Clan and that anyone who did not recognize Shangguan Fu'er should not recognize her as a princess of the demon clan.

"She's quite protective." [Mo Zuili] chuckled after reading it, folded the letter, and returned it to Mo Yuan.

Mo Yuan sipped his tea and casually remarked, "It seems Yuan Yuyan helped Shangguan Fu'er change her fate. Now that her Hai Jiaoniang bloodline has awakened, she won't die either."

Mo Zuili smiled and said, "Let her do as she pleases. I don't want the title of Demon King, and no one in the demon race can compete with her for it, but..."

After a pause, [Mo Zuili] said, "With Huang Tianyao's current strength, let alone controlling the entire demon race, he might not even be able to stabilize the Phoenix Clan. There are already rifts within the Phoenix Clan, and now it is likely to completely split apart."

As she spoke, [Mo Zuili] thought of Qing Shanyue and added, "Fortunately, the Dragon Clan has its own faction in the Dragon Domain, otherwise, with Huang Tianyao's current abilities, she would have a lot of trouble just facing Qing Shanyue alone."

Mo Yuan didn't reply, but [Mo Zuili] suddenly looked up: "Father, do you want to go back to the Phoenix Clan? After all... Mother was the previous Demon King."

Mo Yuan tightened his grip on the teacup, remaining silent for a long time before speaking: "If you want to compete for the title of Demon King and need help, I will naturally go back. But if you don't want to compete, there's no need for me to go."

Mo Yuan's tone revealed his disgust for the demon race: "Back then, Yingyan was killed by those madmen from the Phoenix Clan. I have no good feelings towards the demon race. Her last wish was just for you to live well, not for me to clean up the mess for the demon race."

Mo Zuili asked jokingly, "What if Mother's dying wish was to seek revenge?"

Mo Yuan did not hesitate at all, and said seriously, "Then naturally I will not let those people have peace."

Looking at the seriousness in his eyes, [Mo Zuili] smiled and nodded: "That's true."

"Where do you plan to go next?" Mo Yuan asked.

【Mo Zuili】Looked out of the courtyard and said softly, "Let's go see a friend."

...

The wind in this desolate place was stronger than I remembered, whipping up yellow sand that lashed my face.

The ground was cracked and dry, without a trace of greenery. The protective magic array that had been set up before had long since disappeared, leaving only a desolate scene.

As soon as [Mo Zuili] stood still, she quickly set up her spiritual energy defense. After waiting for a while, she saw a figure in red walking from a distance.

Holding a jet-black token in her hand, Zhu Hehong walked up to Mo Zuili and said with a touch of emotion, "After regaining your memories, you are much more composed than before."

Mo Zuili smiled and said, "Was I not calm before?"

“He used to appear calm on the surface but was actually quite crazy inside. Now he’s really calmed down.” Zhu Hehong turned and led the way. “The magic array needs to be set up in the center of the wasteland. Follow me.”

The two walked forward on the yellow sand, when [Mo Zuili] suddenly asked, "How did you figure that out?"

Zhu Hehong paused, tilted her head to look her up and down, and curled the corner of her mouth: "People are still different."

Reaching the center of the desolate land, [Mo Zuili] took out a talisman and, with a flick of her fingers, a series of runes fell to the ground, quickly forming a complex magic circle.

After the last card was placed, [Mo Zuili] straightened up and asked Zhu Hehong, "What's the situation now?"

Zhu Hehong waved the token in his hand and said casually, "I fought with the previous lord of the wasteland. He didn't win, so he gave me this position and resources."

The former lord is still guarding the edge of the wasteland. What could possibly lead to two tigers sharing one mountain?

[Mo Zuili] didn't point it out, pretending not to notice this hidden relationship.

Zhu Hehong paused, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes, but she didn't elaborate. She simply said, "From now on, this place is under my jurisdiction. You can call me the Lord of the Wasteland now. By the way, Huang Yu wants to come to the Wasteland with me. You don't mind, do you?"

Mo Zuili paused for a moment before remembering who Huang Yu was, and waved her hand, saying, "I'm not going to be the Demon King. I can come whenever I want. As long as you don't have any objections."

Zhu Hehong put away the token, nodded, and asked, "Where are you going next?"

【Mo Zuili】Looking towards the direction of the Demon Realm: "Go and find a cultivation technique for my senior brother."

...

The largest shop in the Demon Realm's black market is now hidden beneath a rugged black cliff, with two strings of skull lanterns hanging at the entrance.

【Mo Zuili】Lifted the curtain and went inside. The shop was dimly lit, with only the magical artifacts and pills on the shelves emitting a faint light.

【Mo Zuili】scanned the store and quickly found Shen Qingxing behind the innermost counter.

Shen Qingxing was still dressed in that dark, close-fitting outfit, and was talking to the person opposite him with his head down.

【Mo Zuili】walked over slowly, her gaze sweeping around Shen Qingxing. She didn't see Shen Zhi's figure, only a man in a blue robe standing by the counter.

He was still a human cultivator.

Not long after Mo Zuili woke up at the Mo family, she asked Elder Tan to go and see Chen Zhi.

Shen Zhi, with Chu Qing's miraculous medicine and the Mo family's meticulous care, has already woken up and is still clamoring to see Shen Qingxing, making a huge fuss.

[Mo Zuili] immediately sent Shen Zhi to the Demon Realm.

According to the information gathered by the Mo family, Shen Qingxing obtained quite a few opportunities in the Immortal Valley, which should contain a method to keep Shen Zhi in the Demon Realm.

Thinking of this, [Mo Zuili] stepped forward and casually asked, "Where is Chen Zhi?"

Shen Qingxing raised his eyes, pointed to the mahogany chair, and gestured for Mo Zuili to sit down.

"I had someone send him back to the Shen family."

Shen Qingxing then pointed to the middle-aged man beside him and introduced him, "This is a member of the Shen family. Some resources in the Demon Realm are useful to the human race, so we sent him to retrieve them."

【Mo Zuili】 glanced at the middle-aged man and chuckled inwardly: The Shen family has really climbed up a big tree and ascended to a higher realm, but the direction of their ascension is a bit wrong; they've flown to the Demon Realm.

After tossing a book to the middle-aged man, Shen Qingxing asked [Mo Zuili], "Why have you come to the Demon Realm?"

Mo Zuili looked up at Shen Qingxing and said, "I want to find a demonic cultivation technique that suits Shen Ling. Spirit stones and resources are not a problem."

Shen Qingxing's dark eyes remained calm as he slowly nodded and said, "Then let's go."

The middle-aged man who was traveling with them took his leave first, and Shen Qingxing took Mo Zuili to search for cultivation techniques.

With Shen Qingxing's new identity as the Demon Lord, Mo Zuili traveled unimpeded, exploring many black market corners she had never even heard of before.

These places, hidden deep in dark alleys, contain many treasures that are hard to find outside.

In the end, [Mo Zuili] actually found a suitable cultivation method.

After some haggling with the demonic cultivator who was asking for an exorbitant price, [Mo Zuili] finally bought the cultivation technique for 10,000 high-grade spirit stones plus three pills.

This cultivation method does not have strict requirements for practice.

What pleased Mo Zuili the most was that Shen Ling possessed the bloodline of the Ghost Abyss, and the core of her cultivation was devouring, making this technique perfectly suited to her.

Shen Ling doesn't even need to change her cultivation method; she can continue practicing directly.

This cultivation technique can even devour the cultivation technique that Shen Ling temporarily switched to in the Extreme Sea, completely integrating it into one.

Having acquired the cultivation technique, the two returned to Shen Qingxing's small palace.

The palace wasn't large, but it had a strong human atmosphere. There were even several blooming flowers in the courtyard, which looked particularly vibrant in the demon realm.

The two sat at a stone table drinking tea, the steam rising gently.

【Mo Zuili】held her teacup, her gaze sweeping over the flowers in the courtyard. Suddenly, she remembered the events at the Extreme Sea. Jiang Kunyue had also come then, and given Jiang Kunyue's aversion to the demon race...

【Mo Zuili】 looked at Shen Qingxing and tentatively asked, "Back in the Extreme Sea, Senior Jiang didn't make things difficult for you in the end, did he?"

Shen Qingxing took a sip of tea and said calmly, "No."

Mo Zuili breathed a sigh of relief.

Shen Qingxing put down his teacup: "She only had a fight with me, and it didn't end well, so it's not a difficult situation."

[Mo Zui Li] choked on her breath.

Seeing this, Shen Qingxing's lips curved slightly, a rare faint smile on his face: "But I'm fine."

Shen Qingxing didn't go into the details of the fight, but instead asked, "Are you going to find Shen Ling now, or go back to Medicine King Mountain?"

"Go find my senior brother."

Mo Zuili chuckled lightly: "My first stop was Medicine King Mountain to see my master."

In the battle at the Immortal Valley's extreme sea, Chu Qing was seriously injured. In the end, it was only with the help of Jiang Kunyue and the Yu family that they were able to bring the unconscious Chu Qing out.

When [Mo Zuili] arrived, her master had just woken up from a coma.

【Mo Zuili】sighed inwardly. Although she had avoided many topics while chatting with her master, and Chu Qing hadn't asked in detail, she was still very worried about her condition.

He had only been awake for a short time when he pulled me aside to have my pulse taken.

If Mo Zuili hadn't stopped her in time, Chu Qing would have thought to refine some more pills for herself.

Shen Qingxing noticed Mo Zuili's expression, pondered for a while, and asked, "Go find Shen Ling and persuade him to go back to Medicine King Mountain."

Mo Zuili raised her eyes, gently rubbed her cheeks, and smiled, "You saw through that? Master is quite worried about him."

Shen Qingxing said slowly, "Shen Ling must also be quite worried about Dan Zun, but he doesn't dare to return to Medicine King Mountain because of his bloodline. You could try to persuade him."

Mo Zuili replied, "Of course."

Shen Qingxing suddenly remembered something and added, "If he really wants to go back, remember to tell him to keep an eye on Jiang Kunyue and the Yu family."

Although Mo Zuili did not know why Jiang Kunyue and the Yu family suddenly became close, she still remembered it.

After all, Senior Jiang's hatred for the demon race has never diminished.

...

When Mo Zuili found Shen Ling, Shen Zhi had already returned to the Demon Realm from the Shen family.

Judging from her posture, she plans to live in the Demon Realm with Shen Qingxing from now on.

Mo Zuili handed the cultivation manual to Shen Ling. Looking at the person in front of her, she couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions as they sat down to talk.

Shen Ling was indeed outstanding and dazzling, as bright as the morning light.

When he first brought her to Medicine King Mountain, during the time they spent together, perhaps because they were of similar age, or perhaps because he was too considerate, [Mo Zuili] thought that she might have unknowingly harbored a naive thought.

However, times have changed and the world has turned around.

Now, all that's left is the concern for fellow disciples.

In the end, Mo Zuili didn't offer any further advice; perhaps Shen Ling had figured things out on her own.

The two set off together back to Yaowang Mountain, where they encountered Yu Feng along the way.

[Mo Zuili] thought to herself that Shen Qingxing was right after all.

"Dan Zun is fine now, you shouldn't go back to Medicine King Mountain..." Yu Feng blocked the way, his brows furrowed. "Medicine King Mountain is a place to suppress demonic energy. Is it appropriate for a demon to go there? In your current state, can you even pass the restrictions?"

Before Chen Ling could even react, Mo Zuili had already drawn her Azure Flame Whip and lashed it out fiercely.

【Mo Zuili】turned her head to look at Shen Ling, her expression calm: "Senior brother, aren't you going to fight? Master is still at Medicine King Mountain. The matter of the restriction depends on Master, not him."

After saying that, [Mo Zuili] glanced at Yu Feng again: "Senior Jiang was framed by the demons and hates them. What about you? You've been to the demon realm a few times, seen a few real demons, and protected so many people by fighting demons and upholding justice. And you're here blocking my senior brother?"

Yu Feng looked at Mo Zuili, still wanting to offer some advice: "Young Master Mo, this heart..."

Before she could finish speaking, [Mo Zuili] lashed out with her whip again, and Yu Feng barely managed to dodge.

[Mo Zuili] smiled faintly: "Now that I'm healthy and my cultivation has recovered, I still prefer the style of fighting rather than talking."

After saying that, Mo Zuili was about to turn her head to look at Shen Ling when she saw that Shen Ling had already walked to her side.

Shen Ling let out a soft breath and bowed slightly to Yu Feng: "Please step aside, Young Master Yu. I am on my way to see my master. If my master does not wish to see me, I will leave on my own. But as an outsider, Young Master Yu, it seems you have no right to interfere in this matter."

Yu Feng's face flushed red from being choked. Remembering Jiang Kunyue's instructions, he blurted out, "Senior Jiang said that the Pill Master is currently in seclusion on Medicine King Mountain and is in poor health, so it's best not to see outsiders. As a demon, you now..."

Before she could finish speaking, Mo Zuili and Shen Ling attacked together.

The Azure Flame Whip wrapped around Yu Feng's wrist, and the Deep Feather Sword pointed directly at his shoulder. In just a few moves, Yu Feng was subdued by the two men and bound tightly.

Before leaving, Mo Zuili left behind the last words: "Then let Senior Jiang do it himself."

Yu Feng was furious. Senior Jiang was also injured in the Extreme Sea and is currently in seclusion.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have made a special trip here.

The two continued towards Yaowang Mountain.

As they were about to reach the bottom, [Mo Zuili] noticed Shen Ling's nervousness, but remained silent.

Upon reaching the foot of the mountain, Shen Ling suddenly chuckled softly, seemingly relieved, and stepped onto the stone steps.

As expected, the restrictions on Medicine King Mountain did not stop them, and the two made it up smoothly.

Chu Qing stood beside the square platform paved with green iron rock, his green Taoist robe fluttering slightly in the wind.

Upon seeing Mo Zuili and Shen Ling, a slight smile appeared on his face: "It's good that you're alright."

In the days that followed, Shen Ling practiced the techniques brought by Mo Zuili on Medicine King Mountain, and Mo Zuili also stayed on the mountain.

With the demonic energy suppressed in Yaowang Mountain, Shen Ling's cultivation in the depths of Yaowang Mountain was twice as effective.

Since Shen Ling has switched to the Primordial Cultivation Method, he is currently only a human-demon hybrid. With the suppression of the pills refined by Chu Qing, his Ghostly Vengeance bloodline has hardly flared up, allowing him to cultivate normally.

In the end, this world achieved a certain degree of peace between humans, demons, and monsters.

The Demon Lord Shen Qingxing of the Demon Realm had made a pact with the human race and would not cause trouble. She was originally a human-demon hybrid and could control herself well. In addition, there was a pact made by Shen Zhi to suppress her demonic nature in order to cover up her demonic energy. Furthermore, there was her agreement with Chu Qing, so the Demon Realm was at peace.

The demon race had been in turmoil for a long time, and [Mo Zuili] was too lazy to care about those news.

After the human race discovered that Chu Qing had the bloodline of the immortal race, all was peaceful.

【Mo Zuili】sat on the top of Yaowang Mountain admiring the scenery when Shen Ling came out from the depths of the mountain, saw her, and greeted her.

His gaze fell on the Azure Flame Whip in Mo Zuili's hand, and he casually asked, "Junior Sister, why are you using this? Is the Phoenix Flame Spear broken?"

【Mo Zuili】shaked her head, her fingertips tracing the long whip: "I still prefer the Azure Flame Whip as a magic weapon."

A breeze blows, carrying the fresh scent of grass and trees.

Mo Zuili did indeed give herself a very good ending.