As soon as chaos broke out in the demon realm, Su Xi ordered the Demon King to send the four clans to spread the word, telling all demons not to panic.
There are many problems, and natural and man-made disasters are unavoidable.
Fortunately, nothing serious went wrong.
Standing atop the mountains, Su Xi watched as the demons rushed to the disaster-stricken area to rescue people, and she was already quite satisfied with the outcome.
In the human realm, the emperors of the mortal world had long been prepared.
But it is also the place most affected.
Cultivators usually patrolled the area and noticed the unusual activity.
Once something unexpected happens, all the hidden demons and monsters will emerge.
Once it starts, it's hard to stop.
There are few cultivators; ordinary people make up the majority.
Just as the emperor of the mortal realm was looking grim and about to seek help from other realms, countless cultivators poured in through the dimensional gate.
Without uttering a word, they swiftly eliminated the troublesome demons and monsters.
The emperor was grateful and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, there was only one major casualty incident.
This is already the best possible outcome.
Later, he learned that it was a grandson of the emperor from his ancestor's generation who had entered the Sword Inquiry Sect. He was exceptionally talented and befriended several sword saints and goddesses. Coincidentally, the Sword Inquiry Sect would not stand idly by, so Yue Hexun led a team to help.
Everyone knew that the goddess and the sword saint had gone to find the last fragment, but some people on the spirit network asked in confusion.
Are they just supposed to wait around? Is there anything they can do to help?
Then, the high priest, the father of the two chosen daughters of Yunyin, sent a message.
Without him, just keep righteous thoughts.
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Despite the external disturbances, Song Tingwan and Song Siyao did not rest along the way.
Soaring high in the air, surrounded by a dark, oppressive atmosphere.
Song Tingwan thought for a moment, then picked up a cloud-shrouded lamp from Yunyin and held it in her hand.
The clouds and mist gathered into the shape of a lamp, emitting a soft light that was bright but not dazzling.
Noticing her older sister's movement, Song Siyao turned around and glanced back. The warm light shone on their faces, gilding them with a golden glow.
"...If someone looks up, they might think it's a star streaking across the sky."
Song Siyao felt that she needed to say something to ease the somewhat melancholy atmosphere.
Song Tingwan raised the lantern and looked up, chuckling softly, "What, are you afraid of upsetting your elder sister?"
She looked away from his concerned gaze, and Song Siyao gave a muffled "hmm."
The voice drifted to her ears on the wind: "My elder sister is sentimental."
Song Tingwan's heart stirred slightly, and her smile widened a bit. "Even if you are sentimental, you cannot disregard the common people."
A glint flashed in Song Siyao's eyes as he looked up at the dark sky, his tone proud: "You all worry that I'm under too much pressure, but actually I'm very honored to be this savior."
Heaven is about to bestow a great responsibility upon this person.
And she is a person who is unparalleled in the world.
In an instant, Song Siyao's aura spread far and wide, silently intimidating the cities he passed through.
Some restless beings retreated again, their aura unstoppable.
We can't afford to mess with them.
Song Tingwan looked at the upright figure in front of her with relief, completely unlike the frail figure she had been when she was first found.
Suddenly, I remembered the past, as if it were just yesterday.
It feels like something from a past life.
"I'm going to speed up, sister, hold on tight."
Song Siyao gave a reminder, and when that soft, boneless hand landed on her shoulder, she glanced to the side and smiled. Where the sword flew, even the thick dark clouds were cut open by its sharpness, revealing a rare ray of light.
It was fleeting, and not many people saw it.
Half a month later.
Song Tingwan, carrying a lantern, and Song Siyao, riding a sword, hovered in mid-air.
Looking at the scene before him, Song Siyao frowned and looked at his older sister, "Has the Tree of Life given any more hints?"
Song Tingwan shook her head with a sullen face.
The area was desolate and vast, seemingly stretching endlessly, but withered branches and old trees were everywhere, and the ground was a mixture of water and mud, so muddy that there was nowhere to step.
It stretched as far as the eye could see, completely unobstructed, and devoid of any sign of life.
The silence made their voices sound rather loud.
"The Six Realms can't wait any longer, let's go down and take a look."
If it's like the dragon's domain, which has its own illusions, then that's also possible.
Song Tingwan, carrying a lantern, and Song Siyao slowly descended from mid-air, their dresses fluttering in the wind.
The wind was blowing loudly in my ears.
Once on the ground, Song Siyao looked at her older sister's embroidered skirt and then at the boots her sister had personally bought for her.
Silently, they used their spiritual energy to pave a path, preventing each step from sinking into the mud.
Song Tingwan curled her lips slightly. The two sisters didn't chat idly and quickly walked for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. All they found were withered branches and mud, with no clues whatsoever.
The lights seemed to dim slightly in the fog.
"Could it be some kind of mechanism? Or have we simply not triggered the opportunity?"
Song Tingwan frowned, circulated her spiritual energy, walked to a withered branch, defensively created a barrier, and then broke off the branch.
No response.
Song Siyao raised an eyebrow, and without even using his sword, he blasted a patch of withered branches in front of him into dust without even moving his mind.
Song Tingwan took a half step back. "How did it get ruined so easily?"
"We can rule out the possibility that it's a formation."
That makes sense.
But once the debris is cleared out, all that's left is a pitiful mess of mud.
Song Siyao destroyed even the withered trees and casually overturned the muddy ground.
Standing at a safe distance and seeing nothing unusual, Song Tingwan was truly at a loss.
"Could it be... that I should use merit to nourish this withered tree?" Her mind raced.
Song Siyao looked around and said, "Then there's no need to save this world. Let's revive the tree and wait to die."
Song Tingwan glanced at her with amusement, and, disbelieving, took out a tiny bit of merit and flicked it onto the withered branch she had just broken off.
In an instant, it came back to life like a withered tree in spring.
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