It seemed rather pathetic to only act now, but faced with a foe at the Peak of Divinity Transformation, he had no other choice.

As a flurry of Spells flashed past, the Golden Small Sword watched from the side, the corner of its ’mouth’ twitching in exasperation.

’With such little courage, it’s no wonder he’s just a supporting character.’

’But as long as he doesn’t harm my master, I don’t care what he does.’

The Golden Small Sword hummed, content to watch the show.

...

「An hour later」

Mo Yuan sat on the ground, completely drained. The Demonic Qi in his body was almost gone, and he quickly began to meditate to recover.

There was no telling what had become of the Demon Lord inside the Sword Dao True Realm; in any case, all was quiet.

Meanwhile, Song Wanning’s aura grew ever more immense and unfathomable.

With her eyes closed, a peculiar rhythm of the Dao seemed to ebb and flow around her with every breath she took.

In a ten-li radius, everything grew peaceful and full of vitality.

The only exception was the Sword Dao True Realm, which surprisingly still stood, its aura as powerful as ever.

"Phew..."

Exhaling a breath of foul, bloody air, Song Wanning slowly opened her eyes, a hint of delight flashing within them.

As the Taiji within her gradually found its balance, she had unexpectedly gained insight into a trace of the Dao’s rhythm.

The feeling was profound and indescribable, yet utterly real.

Although her Cultivation was still at the Mid-stage Divine Transformation, her actual power was now on a completely different level. At the very least, fighting the Demon Lord now wouldn’t be nearly as taxing as it had been before.

Song Wanning surveyed her surroundings, taking in the situation at a glance. She rose to her feet, and Mo Yuan, who was off to the side, quickly followed suit.

"Senior!"

He hurried to Song Wanning’s side, his eyes filled with excitement. "Is he dead?"

The Demon Lord hadn’t made a sound in a very long time.

Song Wanning frowned and shook her head. "His Nascent Soul is currently hiding inside a small token."

"What? He’s still not dead?"

Mo Yuan’s expression darkened as he cursed, "It’s true what they say—a scourge will plague the world for a thousand years! Even after all that, he’s still alive!"

"Don’t worry. His fate is sealed. There’s no escape for him."

Song Wanning smiled calmly and said, "Go back to the cave for now. The Demon Lord won’t accept defeat. He’ll either try to possess a body or self-destruct. Either way, he won’t go down easy!"

"If his Nascent Soul begins to self-destruct, I need you to immediately transport him into the Demon Cave. Do you understand?"

’The smile on her lips widened. Just as the Demon Sea was about to close, she was sending Gu Qingyuan and his companion a little gift. They’d be so grateful, wouldn’t they?’

"I’ll get right on it. Be careful, Senior!"

Suppressing his excitement and killing intent, Mo Yuan vanished in a flash.

Song Wanning remained where she was, her gaze fixed on the Sword Dao True Realm for a long moment. Then, with a sudden movement, she raised her hand and severed the flow of Demonic Qi.

In that instant, the Sword Dao True Realm abruptly vanished.

In its place lay a Storage Ring and a wooden token. The Demon Lord’s body was long gone.

Feigning excitement, Song Wanning hurried forward to pick up the Storage Ring and the wooden token. Just as she began to inspect them, a Nascent Soul shot out from the token, aiming straight for her Sea of Consciousness.

It was the Demon Lord’s Nascent Soul.

Under the relentless bombardment of Heavenly Thunder, his body had been overwhelmed and blasted into dust, leaving not even a single bone behind.

Fortunately, he had found a Divine-level Soul Token in the Demon Clan’s treasury years ago. It allowed his Nascent Soul to take temporary shelter, saving him from being obliterated by the lightning.

Now that he had an opportunity, he certainly wasn’t going to miss it. He viciously resolved to possess Song Wanning’s body.

He thought his goal was within reach, but the moment he entered her Sea of Consciousness, he was met by the Golden Small Sword sweeping toward him.

A Nascent Soul is incredibly fragile. To conquer a Sea of Consciousness, one must first eliminate the original Divine Soul. Yet, not only could this Golden Small Sword exist within the Sea of Consciousness, it could also threaten a Divine Soul directly.

He felt its immense killing intent before it even made contact, forcing him to immediately reverse course and flee from the Sea of Consciousness.

He cursed inwardly and tried to flee in another direction.

’If Song Wanning isn’t a suitable host, I’ll just find another. The priority is to get out of here alive.’

"Did I say you could leave?"

A voice suddenly rang out, followed immediately by a mass of flames that shot toward him.

The Divine Nether Profound Fire specifically targets the Divine Soul and is the natural enemy of a Nascent Soul.

The Demon Lord was horrified and tried to flee in a blind panic.

But the Divine Nether Profound Fire was incredibly fast. It instantly transformed into a vast net, sealing off a hundred-meter radius.

"SIZZLE—"

The Demon Lord’s Nascent Soul slammed right into the net. A sizzling sound erupted, and he screamed in agony.

He tried to break free through the pain, but the net contracted rapidly, giving him no chance to escape.

His Nascent Soul was quickly corroded, weakening at an astonishing rate.

"You bitch! You bitch! All of you deserve to die!"

The Demon Lord fell into utter despair. He really couldn’t escape this fate!

His expression turned crazed, and his eyes, fixed on Song Wanning, were bloodshot with madness.

"Since you won’t let me live, then you can go to hell with me!"

He roared and, just as Song Wanning had predicted, chose to self-destruct his Nascent Soul.

’If he was doomed to die, he would drag his enemy down with him.’

"HAHAHAHA—DIE!!!"

The Demon Lord let out one last, maniacal laugh as his form began to swell rapidly.

His eyes were filled with scorn and mockery.

’Look at that. Even after all her scheming, she still had to pay with her life. It was what she deserved!’

But just as his Nascent Soul began to swell, he saw Song Wanning suddenly break into a smile.

The Demon Lord shivered instinctively. In the next instant, he was teleported to a place filled with Demon Flames.

And at that very moment, he detonated.

"NO—"

The Demon Lord’s eyes flew open as he let out a final, unwilling roar.

"BOOM—"

His furious cry was ultimately drowned out by the explosion, vanishing within the Demon Cave.

A Demon Lord of his generation, a Cultivator at the Peak of Divinity Transformation, had finally and utterly perished.

A massive vortex of explosive energy spread rapidly through the Demon Cave, its immense power shattering the surrounding flames and rock.

Gu Qingyuan and Ye Chuxue, who were already unconscious, were caught in the blast. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

But, blessed with the luck to turn any disaster into a blessing, they managed to survive even this.

Their injuries were merely aggravated as they were sent flying by the shockwave.

At last, everything fell silent.

The Demon Lord was dead.

Mo Yuan’s nemesis was finally gone. He stood in the cave, a dazed look on his face.

Tears welled in his eyes as he stared into the empty air.

His mother was the person who had loved him most in the world. Memories of his childhood were what had sustained him all this time.

Now, he had finally avenged her.

"Mother, that monster is dead. You can finally rest in peace!"

Two streams of tears slid down his face, quickly vanishing into the fabric of his collar.

Mo Yuan clenched his fists, a ruthless glint slowly igniting in his eyes.

"Next, I will take back everything that belonged to my mother! And all those who betrayed you... every single one of them deserves to die!"