Chapter 100 They're still together.
Ji Fuguang's presence has completely vanished.
Sheng Zhiyi knelt on the cold temple floor, his body in her arms.
Since the time she had been in the Demon Palace, she had never looked at him closely. Only now did she notice that he had lost a lot of weight, his cheekbones were slightly protruding, and the lines of his face had become more hardened.
His eyes were closed, with dark circles under them, as if he hadn't had a proper rest in a long time. He felt as light as a completely withered leaf.
Those once unfathomable phoenix eyes are now quietly closed, never to open again.
An unprecedented emptiness and coldness spread from her heart, instantly engulfing all of Sheng Zhiyi's senses.
For a moment, the world lost its sound and its color, leaving only the body in my arms that was slowly losing its last bit of warmth.
Ji Fuguang is dead.
To set her free, he burned everything he owned on this fateful altar.
“…Why…” she managed to squeeze out broken syllables from her dry throat.
But the moment she asked the question, she immediately realized the answer.
What else could it be...?
Sheng Zhiyi suddenly found it all ridiculous.
Pain, torment, loneliness... none of these could defeat Ji Fuguang. He survived the mire and lived a good life. Only love... led him to choose death.
Do you regret it?
Even so, if Ji Fuguang heard this question, he would only raise his eyebrows and look at her with a mixture of amusement and tenderness, as if asking for her answer in return.
Of course you'll regret it!
Sheng Zhiyi gripped Ji Fuguang's clothes tightly with her fingers. A huge sense of resentment surged up. She wanted to be angry, to question, to roar, and to order Ji Fuguang to withdraw his demonic energy.
But all of this... was too late.
Grief overwhelmed her like a tsunami, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.
She held Ji Fuguang quietly until water droplets fell on his cheeks, then she realized with a start that she was crying.
The temple fell silent, and the oracle in the dome also fell silent. The golden light in the magic circle flowed rapidly, and the ancient and intricate patterns flickered wildly, emitting an unusual golden light.
But Sheng Zhiyi had no time to feel any of that; she simply picked up Ji Fuguang.
She was determined to get him away from this place no matter what...
In this extreme silence and despair, her dantian began to heat up.
It was a drop of blood that originated from his heart.
It had once served as a spatial coordinate, guiding her to find him. Now, it seemed to sense the demise of its origin, emitting a silent lament and violent tremors.
The grief she had managed to suppress surged up again, and she unleashed all her remaining divine power, pouring it into her heart's blood.
She wanted to keep it; it was the last thing he left her.
Her blood was getting hotter and hotter, almost burning through her meridians, but Sheng Zhiyi seemed not to feel it and continued her movements.
Suddenly, the entire temple began to rumble under the strain.
The formation was completely overloaded due to absorbing an excessive amount of demonic bone essence and sword spirit. The golden runes that were originally flowing steadily were now running around like headless flies, and the energy structure that made up the formation was collapsing.
Above the dome, huge stones began to fall, crashing onto the bluestone floor with deafening roars.
The golden divine power collided and annihilated with the unrestrained, pitch-black demonic energy, then strangely intertwined to form a chaotic and violent energy vortex—a chaotic energy field that was spiraling out of control.
This energy field is filled with an aura of destruction, enough to tear anything caught in it to shreds.
"Ji Fuguang!" The divine voice rang out again, but this time, it was no longer calm and composed; instead, it was filled with exasperation. "How dare you! How dare you do this!"
Before the words were finished, a huge piece of dome debris, carrying chaotic golden and black energy, crashed down on Sheng Zhiyi and Ji Fuguang in her arms!
A huge shadow completely enveloped the two of them, and Sheng Zhiyi's eyes suddenly focused.
The gods are incredibly ruthless!
Ji Fuguang struggled his whole life, all he wanted was to "live". Now he was willing to die, but the gods wouldn't even allow his body to remain!
"ah--!"
A roar, suppressed to the extreme, burst forth from her throat.
At this moment, she deeply understood Ji Fuguang's feelings—not sadness, but resentment and anger.
She suddenly raised her head, and in her eyes, a pure golden light faintly appeared in her left eye, while a deep dark purple settled in her right eye.
That drop of restless heart's blood absorbed the divine power within her body, and at this moment, driven by the instinct for survival and the obsession to protect his last existence, it spontaneously began to operate.
Instead of avoiding the boulder, she instinctively held Ji Fuguang's body in her arms even tighter, and suddenly raised her other hand upwards.
In an instant, the chaotic and overwhelming energy that was about to devour them seemed to have found its only outlet, surging wildly towards her raised palm, and forcefully rushing into her body along her meridians.
It's worse than having your spiritual roots stripped away, and more painful than any injury you've ever suffered.
The pure holiness of divine power and the violent coldness of demonic energy—these two completely opposite forces, which should have annihilated each other, were now like two mad beasts within her body, frantically tearing at her meridians, dantian, and even her soul.
Her body was divided into two parts. The left half of her skin was covered with golden patterns, as if shrouded in holy light, while the right half of her skin was covered with dark purple demonic patterns, entwined with demonic flames.
Between the two forces lies Ji Fuguang's drop of bright red, crystal-clear heart's blood.
It originally possessed Ji Fuguang's demonic energy, and now, having absorbed Sheng Zhiyi's divine power, it emitted a dark red light that enveloped Sheng Zhiyi's entire body.
"Who does he think he is, trying to make you merge with gods and demons... It's nothing but wishful thinking!" The divine oracle on the dome had weakened considerably, but it remained cold, uttering its final mockery.
Sheng Zhiyi instantly understood everything.
Ji Fuguang knew that even if he willingly went to his death, the gods would not let go of Sheng Zhiyi, who was powerless. Therefore, he made a bold gamble.
He poured all his magic power and demonic bones, along with Sheng Zhiyi's divine sword spirit and imprint, into the magic circle, exceeding its limits and causing it to nearly go out of control.
At the same time, he knew that Sheng Zhiyi had his heart's blood in her body. As long as Sheng Zhiyi tried to use his divine power to merge with the blood, a new vortex of power, a fusion of gods and demons, would be created.
When the divine power and demonic energy within the magic array are disturbed, they surge out wildly and pour into Sheng Zhiyi's body.
Blood that has already been fused with divine power will become the best template, allowing Sheng Zhiyi to absorb both powers simultaneously.
"Give up! You are just a mortal, you cannot withstand this power, you will only suffer torment for nothing!" The high and mighty oracle still carried a mocking and sarcastic tone.
Sheng Zhiyi almost ground her teeth to powder, and blood began to seep from her seven orifices, but her eyes grew brighter and more crazed.
"Shut up……"
She spoke with difficulty, her voice hoarse, and blood foam appeared at the corner of her lips as she spoke.
Two forces were tearing at her flesh and blood. She could feel her bones, muscles, and even blood vessels being completely ripped apart, as if an invisible giant hand was wreaking havoc inside her body.
"Wishful thinking!" The oracle sensed her state and spoke in a cold and cruel voice.
At this moment, Sheng Zhiyi was unable to hear any sounds from the outside world. Her eardrums were ripped open, and she was in a daze, as if she had been completely broken down into countless dust particles, or as if she had merged into the world.
"Junior Sister..."
In the dim light, she seemed to hear Ji Fuguang's voice.
She wanted to answer immediately, but then felt something was wrong.
Why was Ji Fuguang's voice filled with sadness...?
Don't be sad... Why are you so upset...?
In an instant, Sheng Zhiyi understood that what saddened him was that she shouldn't be here.
Sheng Zhiyi felt as if she had been pricked by a needle. She tried her best to gather her mind in her daze and think hard.
Something's definitely not right right now!
If this continues, she will only be pulverized by the immense force, let alone anything else!
The most urgent task is to find a way to absorb more divine power and demonic energy!
The oracle was right. She was merely a mortal, and even if she were fully charged, she couldn't possibly contain so much power. She had to find a way... she had to find a way quickly...
Once she regained consciousness, Sheng Zhiyi immediately felt extreme pain. She forced herself to face it and endured the torture of her flesh.
Suddenly, as if doused with ice water, her mind became exceptionally clear.
If a mortal body cannot contain it... then do not contain it!
A crazy and audacious idea flashed through her shattered mind like lightning.
Upon first entering Haiyaoyue, that omnipresent, strange sense of spatial fluctuation resurfaced.
Ji Fuguang once used his powerful willpower to distort space and send her away. So, is space itself... a kind of "container" or "channel" that can be guided and utilized?
Since her body is about to burst, why not channel this excess, destructive energy into the vast "space" itself? Or even... use this power to help her completely absorb the power of gods and demons.
The moment this thought arose, it seemed to trigger some kind of mysterious law.
She no longer tried to physically resist or merge with those two forces, but instead poured all her will into that drop of Ji Fuguang's heart's blood, which served as the sole fulcrum.
The drop of dark red heart's blood shone brightly; it was no longer merely a harmonizer, but had become the core of a raging energy vortex.
The chaotic energy surging into Sheng Zhiyi's body was wildly swirled by this vortex, and then, following the mysterious connection between her and that drop of blood, it was forcibly guided out of her body—but not simply released, but injected into the veins of the surrounding space that she perceived.
"Buzz—!"
The entire Haiyaoyue Secret Realm trembled violently at this moment, unlike anything seen before.
It wasn't just the temple that was collapsing; the entire spatial structure of the secret realm was bearing the brunt of this energy impact that far exceeded its capacity.
Outside the temple, visible, twisted cracks began to appear in the gray sky.
The earth cracked, mountains collapsed, rivers flowed backward, and space resembled shattered glass, presenting a terrifying, fragmented scene.
"What...what are you doing?!" The oracle in the dome screamed in terror for the first time, sensing its foundations crumbling. "Stop! Stop now! You will destroy everything!"
Sheng Zhiyi ignored its roars.
Blood was still flowing from her seven orifices, and the golden-purple patterns on her body flickered, as if they might shatter completely at any moment. But the madness in her eyes had faded, leaving only a cold focus and determination.
She "saw" it.
Under the impact of chaotic energy, the "veins" of space became clearer in her perception than ever before. She "saw" the fragile barriers connecting different worlds, and she also "saw" the intertwined fates of her and Ji Fuguang in countless worlds.
That's it!
She unleashed her last, and most powerful, burst of chaotic energy, like wielding a giant axe that could split the heavens and earth, and cleaved it fiercely toward the very top of the space!
"Snap—!"
A crisp, resounding crack, as if it came from the very origin of the world.
All space collapsed wildly, and countless curses known as "fate" that clung to them were completely stripped away by the immense energy.
The temple's dome exploded completely, not turning into rubble, but being annihilated directly into the most basic energy particles.
The invisible barrier enveloping the secret realm was forcibly torn open, creating a huge, irregular gap. Beyond the gap, the dark sky of the secret realm was no longer visible, but rather the familiar blue sky and flowing clouds of the normal world.
The raging chaotic energy found an outlet, and like a flood bursting its banks, it surged wildly toward the breach.
At the center of this torrent of energy, Sheng Zhiyi held Ji Fuguang tightly in her arms, using her last bit of strength to protect the two of them. Like a small boat in a raging torrent, they were swept along by this enormous force and rushed toward the newly formed spatial rift.
Just before she completely left the Haiyaoyue Secret Realm, she looked back once.
Behind them lay the temple crumbling and annihilating, the forbidden land of the demon race rapidly swallowed by spatial rifts and reduced to nothingness. The oracle's shrill cry abruptly ceased, as if an invisible hand had snapped its throat.
Ancient conspiracies, the gods' schemes, the demons' destiny... all converged with this soon-to-be-extinct space, leading to its end.
Sheng Zhiyi reached out and grasped Ji Fuguang's hand.
They're still together, no matter what.
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