The preciousness of the Golden Crow Space is beyond doubt.

With sufficient power, the benefits it can bring to the space's owner are undeniable.

Even if Zhenru didn't rely on the Golden Crow Space, she would have made a fortune over the years just by using it to keep herself alive, not to mention the other resources it provided.

The Golden Crow Space has also been growing, or rather, repairing itself, keeping pace with Zhenru, and even more often pushing and urging Zhenru to progress.

Zhenru had always believed that she and the Golden Crow Space had grown together and complemented each other, and she also thought that things would continue to be this way.

As you improve, the Golden Crow Space becomes more powerful, and you gain access to more resources.

Now, the moment the divine light pierced through her body, Zhenru's eyes involuntarily closed, and her whole body unconsciously rose into the air.

She had a feeling.

Only now, at this very moment, does the Golden Crow Space truly belong to her, Zhenru.

Only then did she gain true and absolute control over the Golden Crow Space.

The moment that divine light emanated from the body illuminated every corner of the space, it was as clear and immediate as the first time I had truly experienced the change in space, without needing to actively perceive it.

The Golden Crow Space has come to life.

It's not that the Golden Crow Space was dead before, but rather that the living beings in the Golden Crow Space were all brought into the space from the outside by Zhenru.

Apart from the spiritual spring that eventually evolved into the spiritual river and the earliest volcano, nothing in the Golden Crow Space was spontaneously generated.

Just now, when the divine light shone on the space, it was as if one could feel signs of "living things" at the core of the Golden Crow Space. In every corner of the space, there seemed to be extremely tiny life forms, eagerly waiting to break through the soil.

As Zhenru experienced all this wonder, a long-lost, simple, and genuine emotion, belonging to ordinary people, slowly spread from the bottom of her heart.

At that moment, the space moved again.

The blazing sun, no longer hanging high above the volcano, seemed to follow a certain trajectory, heading towards a higher horizon.

On the other side, the seal representing the Temple of the Sun, which once rivaled the red sun, slowly sank into the ground.

Between heaven and earth, a certain order quietly arose in the Golden Crow space.

"Boom—boom—boom—"

The sun shines brightly in the sky, the imperial seal sinks to the bottom, the space rumbles, and the mountains and rivers return to their proper places.

If you stand still, you can see all the changes happening around you.

She doesn't need to go anywhere; she is everywhere.

In the core of the Golden Crow Space, a newly opened space has been created, where the small Fusang Divine Tree has been firmly planted.

The once lush green leaves are now edged with gold.

Sensing Zhenru's gaze, the entire sacred tree swayed its branches and leaves, creating a joyful rustling sound.

With the mother tree at the Earth's core, all things naturally came into being.

The swaying branches and leaves, for the first time, brought a gentle breeze into the air, carrying sparks from who-knows-where onto the withered grass, igniting tiny flames.

The flames died down, leaving behind ashes. From the ashes, tiny golden rays emerged, catching the descending morning mist and condensing into sweet dewdrops that nourished the roots of plants.

The withered grass, burned away by fire, is then illuminated by the sunlight, and new shoots emerge.

At this point, the Golden Crow Space was complete with all five elements.

Zhenru was still standing there when she slowly opened her eyes and looked at Liu Yunzhao, whom she had thrown into the volcanic lava pool. As soon as she closed her eyes, a trivial "hiss" sound rang out.

Something vanished into the world, something cried out in despair.

Unfortunately, it's not important.

Without needing to think about it, she simply took a step, and the Golden Crow Space automatically disappeared, as if she had never appeared suddenly, but had always been walking in the forest.

Walking to the place where the fight had taken place, Zhenru, with her palm facing up, gently bent her fingers. In a secluded spot, the grass and trees rustled, and the place where Liu Yunzhao's body should have been hidden was now empty.

Zhenru raised her eyebrows, pondered deeply, and after standing there for a moment, she decided to leave silently.

"Everything has its own cause and effect."

Zhenru's footsteps merely lifted and fell, yet she had already vanished.

Those eyes, hidden in the shadows, seemed to be churning with turbulent emotions, almost revealing themselves in the process.

He appeared out of thin air and left out of thin air as well. If I'm not mistaken, his cultivation level was rising steadily with each step.

So, did she really not notice herself?

The idea that everything has its own destiny is something I'm telling myself, isn't it?

The pair of eyes in the shadows touched their newly acquired body, pursed their lips, and their figures disappeared into the night.

The plants and trees each returned to their proper place.

A night breeze blows, and not a trace remains, as if no one has ever visited this place.

Only the person who disappeared alarmed those who were watching her from countless realms away.

"What did you say? The spirit tablet shattered?"

In the secret realm of the Wanmiao Sect's ancestral temple, Cheng Yunyun knelt in panic. The usually indifferent ancestor was no longer calm.

Seeing Cheng Yunyun nod, the patriarch of the Myriad Wonders Sect could no longer sit still and retorted in disbelief:

"That's impossible!"

As he spoke, his fingers twitched repeatedly, but after only a few strokes, he trembled so much that he could no longer continue. He braced his left hand on the corner of the table, leaned forward, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of thick, black blood.

"Ancestor!"

Cheng Yunyun was terrified and forgot to kneel. She stepped forward to help him up, but the old ancestor swept her away.

"I'm fine, call everyone over right now!"

Cheng Yunyun didn't really know the specifics, but since the ancestor had said so, the seriousness of the matter was self-evident, and naturally she dared not disobey the ancestor.

As for Liu Yunzhao's life, Cheng Yunyun only sighed once in between sending the message.

After all, compared to everyone else's lives, what is Liu Yunzhao?

As the storm brewed on Mount Yaori, another person was also alerted.

"well--"

A long, soft sigh, even tinged with a hint of drowsiness, spread like ripples from the depths of the unseen void.

With that soft sigh, faint lights began to appear one after another in the previously pitch-black depths of the void.

The light was dull and oppressive, making it hard to breathe and leaving one feeling utterly lifeless.

If you get any closer, you can see that at the end of the light, there is a palace that is now in ruins—in reality, it is precious and mysterious, but it exudes the desolation of broken walls and ruins.

The palace was built of some unknown material, and it was dark inside and out.

Inside the palace, the largest cultivation platform was made of crystal that shimmered with black light. The railings surrounding the platform resembled black flames or withered water plants.

In the center of the stone platform, a black figure, almost blending into the platform, lies quietly.

If you listen closely, you can hear that the soft, lingering, melancholic, and helpless sigh just now came from the mouth of this man whose age is indiscernible but whose handsome appearance is almost inhuman.

The palace was fully illuminated, and the man slowly opened his closed eyes. Amidst a swirling black mist, he had already stepped down from the stone platform and stood in front of a water mirror.

"How utterly useless! Such a small realm actually destroyed a wisp of my divine consciousness?"