"Don't make a fuss." Yang Jian gently patted Nezha's shoulder and glanced at Fang Zhiyi. "His actions are a matter for the mortal realm. If we take action, then we'll be dragging the Three Realms into the conflict."

"Thank you all... great masters, my wish has been fulfilled." Fang Zhiyi bowed slightly.

Sun Wukong laughed and said, "It's strange, you seem to know everything. You're quite interesting, kid."

"Your Majesty!" Da Huang immediately stood in front of him with his weapon, glaring at Sun Wukong and the other two.

"That's quite impressive," Sun Wukong laughed heartily.

The other demon kings also gathered around, shouting, "Monkey! You killed our king once, and we will not let you succeed a second time!"

Fang Zhiyi waved her hand: "I didn't want to involve you guys, but I didn't expect you to be so stubborn. You don't need to protect me anymore, I... really can't take it anymore."

As soon as he finished speaking, a cloud of blood mist suddenly burst out from his body, and blood was flowing from all seven orifices.

"Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty!"

Sun Wukong looked at him and said, "You forcibly absorb demonic energy, ghostly energy, and immortal energy, and steal the power of the Heavenly Dao. You're a madman." After pausing for a moment, he continued, "Why do you always die every time we meet? Oh well, maybe this is your destiny. I can go back and report now. I've offended someone again in order to protect you for a little while."

A wisp of aura, emitting a faint light, slowly rose from Fang Zhiyi's body; it was the Heavenly Dao's fortune that Xiao Hei had stolen.

His human body gradually deteriorated.

This move involved a gamble, but fortunately, the gamble paid off, and Fang Zhiyi was quite satisfied with it.

All the gods and monsters present watched this scene unfold.

To their surprise, although the body had turned to ashes, Fang Zhiyi's soul remained standing in place, emitting a faint white light.

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows: "I really didn't expect that."

"What a clever scheme these old guys have." Sun Wukong also looked up at the sky.

"So that's how it is. Killing is calamity, saving is the way... Young friend, you've also become an immortal." The Black Bear Spirit's master sighed, "It's all destiny, all predetermined."

"Your Majesty..." Da Huang and the others looked at each other, their eyes filled with excitement. The king is indeed the king; he has actually become an immortal!

Fang Zhiyi suddenly smiled and said, "Great Sage, you know I don't like being told what to do."

"Um?"

When Sun Wukong saw the small, dark object grab Fang Zhiyi's soul, he ran away, forcibly breaking away from the celestial realm's path of guidance.

"This kid... is interesting."

Nezha stared at Xiao Hei's figure and asked, "Can that thing be eaten?"

The black bear spirit looked at them in confusion, then turned to look at his master.

The master patted its big head: "Even gods have their struggles and schemes. You'll understand later." He turned around and saw his other disciples returning, clearly having finished their business.

"Master, are you leaving again? I, I..." The black bear spirit was about to cry again.

“We won’t leave for now. Our ancestor said that our master-disciple relationship is not over yet. He only led you into the path, but forgot to teach you about the human heart in this world.”

Inside the Heavenly Court, an old man rearranged the chessboard before him, frowning from time to time: "Changed again?" He raised his hand, wanting to grab the black piece that had jumped off the board, but his hand hovered in mid-air. After a moment, he shook his head: "Never mind, let fate decide for you."