So it turns out Mother was a fairy, and she was killed by Qingxuan! Father... died for love.

She clenched her fists tightly.

She and Qingxuan were mortal enemies. Over the years, he had secretly done countless bad things to her, but she never held it against him.

I never imagined he had such insidious methods up his sleeve!

"Qingxuan..."

Xiao Wanwan muttered to herself, watching helplessly as Yunmeng and Tianji disappeared before her eyes.

Then it flew to other places.

She must awaken the Heavenly Way...

And so, she drifted in this ethereal space for dozens of days and nights.

It turned out that the alignment of the nine stars had taken her back to a dream from a hundred years ago, back to the world before her death.

Before she knew it, Xiao Wanwan was fourteen years old. She had traveled all over the Three Realms, trying to find a way out of this place.

She reread everything she had experienced, and everything she hadn't experienced.

Finally, the day came when I saw the sealing barrier of myself again.

"Xiao Wanwan, I advise you not to meddle in other people's business."

"If you know what's good for you and lend us a hand, then when I and the Demon Lord of the Night seize the God Realm, I will definitely give you a place!"

"Bang!"

"Xiao Wanwan, what are you doing?" The Demon Lord cried out in terror, his face ashen.

"Hmph, Demon King, Demon Lord, today I'll let you experience the power of your great-aunt!"

"Boom boom boom".

Xiao Wanwan calmly looked at the summit of the snow-capped mountain, recalling how she had single-handedly detonated the Purple Spirit Pearl and wreaked havoc with the Demon King and the Demon Lord.

It was at that time that she used her physical body to seal the barrier between the divine realm and the human world.

Looking at herself, who died with pride, she was filled with admiration for her former self.

"Hmph, luckily the Demon King and Demon Lord were taken to the God Realm by the old man Dongyue and crippled, otherwise how could my death be justified?" The girl's voice was clear and melodious, her eyes and brows exuded elegance, and her lips, though without rouge, were still beautiful beyond compare.

Suddenly, a young man in a long black and gold robe flew from afar, reaching out to try and grab the exploding girl.

But the girl's body gradually devoured those fiery red specks.

His mournful cry pierced the sky.

"Purple Spirit—"