The demonic cultivators in the Cold Palace trembled with fear at the terrifying tribulation lightning, but they received a signal from Little Cocoon and bravely led Ji Fenghua out of the secret passage, preparing to take her to Chaoyang Palace to coerce and control the Ninth Prince into submission.

But as soon as they stepped out of the cold palace, they encountered Ji Chenhai, Wuying, Wuhen, and Xique, the "four-person rescue team".

As soon as they put their masks on, they engaged in a fierce fight.

Just as the demons were beginning to falter, a bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket suddenly crashed down from the sky.

Immediately afterwards, the entire palace began to shake violently!

Then came Shang Xiye's alarming warning that shook the capital.

Without a second thought, Ji Chenhai, Wuying, Wuhen, and Xique abandoned the few demonic cultivators who were still putting up a stubborn resistance and turned to leave.

Of course, Ji Chenhai didn't forget to grab Ji Fenghua, who seemed terrified and hadn't uttered a sound, along with him.

While Zhao Qinglian, Shi Mi, Hu Ji, and others were in the capital city, holding back a group of demonic cultivators and preventing them from going to the palace to help Jiu Yue, they heard Shang Xiye's warning and decisively stopped fighting. They all turned around and fled towards the outskirts of the capital.

When the Heavenly Tribulation Baby descends upon the world, all the rules and power of the world will turn against it.

Although the Heavenly Dao rules of this world have collapsed, the power of those rules still remains, which is something it cannot withstand.

"I'm sorry, my little darling, I can't take it anymore!"

The Heavenly Tribulation Baby screeched and was pushed back into the heavens by the power of the rules and the binding force of the Nine Heavens.

Just as it left the sky above Chaoyang Palace:

Bang!

A deafening roar resounded from Chaoyang Palace, instantly reducing the entire palace and even the entire imperial palace to ashes.

All that remained was a bottomless, black crater billowing with thick smoke.

The luxurious and grand houses and wide, bustling streets of Kyoto collapsed and were destroyed in an instant, like dominoes.

Shang Xiye, Ji Fengyao, and the others, who had already rushed to the edge of Kyoto, were thrown forward by the huge impact that caught up from behind, and fell heavily into the dense forests of the mountains three to five miles outside the capital.

Those outside the city who were reluctant to leave, thinking about when the troubles inside the city would subside so they could go home, were like catkins drifting in the wind.

An apocalyptic catastrophe, with countless deaths!

In the ancient temple.

Song Huilan stood alone, leaning against the old door frame of the ancient temple, gazing at the beautiful yet terrifying mushroom cloud rising in the direction of Kyoto, feeling the earth tremble with fear beneath her feet, a faint expectation in her pure eyes.

Will he come to see her again?

Her slender, pale fingertips unconsciously scratched at the door frame, and a layer of mist suddenly rose in Song Huilan's amber eyes.

In her mind, the image of him when he first appeared before her, so gentle, has become more vivid and clear with the passage of time.

That was exactly the kind of look she, a young girl in the throes of first love, most admired.

"Hmm! Pfft!"

A man's painful groan suddenly came from the courtyard behind her, startling Song Huilan from her worries and reverie.

Song Huilan followed the sound and searched the empty courtyard for a long time before finally finding the sound of breathing under the crabapple tree in the corner of the courtyard.

By clearing away the dead leaves and loose soil under the tree, Song Huilan discovered a wooden cover for the cellar.

Opening the wooden lid, the face of a boy looking up and reaching out to push the lid open came into view.

The boy's face was deathly pale, and his features were exceptionally delicate.

His lips, chin, and neck were stained with blood, and his eyes held a mixture of indifference and violence.