439 - Senior Sister Is on Top

At the same time, countless dark thunderbolts fiercely surged, breaking through the clouds and descending upon the enchanted domain with the force of a lightning storm. The illusion of a lotus throne shattered, its petals splintering like sharp blades that scattered in all directions. The Demonic Sigil, the Thundercloud, and the Lotus Throne — three formidable forces unleashed in full fury, their overwhelming presence akin to an apocalypse, threatening to consume everything in their path. With a deafening roar, unending flames and pitch-black thunder exploded in the enchanted domain. The immense power shattered rocks, ignited the earth's veins, scorched towering trees with ghostly fire, and reduced collapsing buildings to ash under the assault of lightning. Earlier, Yinshi's full-force strike had already placed the enchanted domain on the brink of collapse. Now, with the additional impetus from the demon, nearly in an instant, the forests and cities within a hundred-li radius were entirely decimated. The ground quaked, mountains crumbled, and the divine fire within the earth's veins erupted, transforming into an unstoppable reaper that consumed even spiritual energy as it advanced. Sijun had not anticipated the demon's sudden attack on the enchanted domain; her true form was severely injured by celestial thunder, causing her divine power to rapidly deplete. Without her connection to the rock strata, the already battered enchanted domain could no longer hold. The massive cracks deep within the earth's veins expanded again, catalyzed by the lightning and divine fire, fracturing completely. The colossal floating island disintegrated into enormous boulders, plummeting directly into the depths of the Yellow Springs Sea. The sudden catastrophe stunned the hearts of the enchanted beings, who watched in despair as their homeland was destroyed before their eyes. Some, driven to reckless abandon, charged into the raging thunder, desperately seeking hidden family members. Screams, wails, outcries, and madness — the myriad faces of humanity unfolded like a relentless panorama. From a distance, Wen Mingyu saw a familiar figure falling amidst the divine fire, her eyes flaring red as she cried out, "Mother!" Without hesitation, she plunged headfirst into the thunder tribulation. She moved so quickly that Bai Ling had no chance to stop her. That place was already a realm of demons and spirits; once set foot there, no one could escape death. "Mingyu, don't go!" Bai Ling's heart twisted into a knot; without thinking, she used her teleportation power to chase after her in haste. Tang Muxi, standing by her elder sister's side, watched as the grand floating island crumbled, her mind flashing back to ten thousand years ago. Back then, the same scene had unfolded: a demonic invasion, a mighty sea of thunder and lightning overwhelming everything like a rabid beast, tearing apart the ancient domain. Countless beings were annihilated, their blood and sorrow soaking every inch of soil. Those who had once spoken and laughed before her, loyal and respectful subordinates and citizens, died one by one. The memories were fresh and deeply seared into her mind. Who could have imagined that ten thousand years later, they would meet the demon again, reliving the same scenes? Similar, yet different — she had predicted the demon's actions, but ultimately chose to protect her elder sister. Regrets? None. Hatred? An insatiable desire to tear the demon apart, to skin and dismember, to devour their flesh and blood. She was the last remaining hope, and even though she might fall in this battle, she had warned everyone to evacuate in advance. Some had hidden in secret realms, but more had sought refuge in the forests, remaining in the cities. Yet now, all was destroyed before her eyes. The last soil, the last home, the last sanctuary — all obliterated. Tang Muxi watched her friends and master charge into the thunder tribulation with a surprising calm. At this moment, instead of protection and rescue, the strongest thought in her mind was revenge and fury. She wanted... to claim her life as recompense. "...claim her life as recompense." Jiang Yin keenly sensed that her junior sister's aura had suddenly become piercing, like a blood-stained blade, filled with ferocity and killing intent. "Junior sister..." She couldn't help but grab her hand, noticing her murmuring to herself, her heart tightening. "I want your life as recompense!" When Jiang Yin finally heard clearly, her hand was brutally cast aside. The person who had moments ago stood beside her, lost in despair, was now wielding several divine artifacts and ferociously attacking the demon. Having battle intent was good, but she had lost her mind, abandoning defense and pouring all her power into the artifacts. With white hair and icy eyes, a peerless deity's pride was now unleashed in a mad frenzy. This shouldn't be... this absolutely shouldn't be. Jiang Yin had seen many consumed by hatred, and without exception, they all met gruesome ends. "Tang Muxi!" She rarely called her "junior sister," trying to bring her to her senses, but it was useless. The person had completely lost herself, relentlessly pursuing her target without regard for consequences. However, on a battlefield, losing oneself led only to death. Seeing that persuasion was futile, Jiang Yin anxiously followed. Meanwhile, the instigator of all this — the demon — was exceedingly satisfied, laughing heartily and saying, "Excellent! This is how it should be! You live, I die; you die, I live!" With those words, the demon concentrated all her power and attacked Tang Muxi without hesitation. Chapter 251 The demon was the last remnant of demonic energy in the apocalypse, her power immensely formidable after gaining enlightenment from the current Heavenly Dao. She had subsequently conquered all realms, eradicating evil, her mastery of sword techniques reaching perfection. Furthermore, by returning to the earth and tapping into the supreme power of the laws, unless the Heavenly Dao itself shattered her bonds and personally slew her, no one could stand against her. Even now, with the loss of the lotus seat and diminished power, Tang Muxi's sheer rage could never defeat her. Tang Muxi, having lost her reasoning, allowed her fury to flood like a breached dam, channeling all her power into her divine artifacts, foregoing any defense, intent only on slaying the demon as quickly as possible. This tactic, dealing a thousand cuts while suffering eight hundred, was one she would never have used before. But now, she cared for nothing else. As the demon swung her blade, Tang Muxi didn't evade. Wielding the Nine Calamities Sword, she met the blow head-on, her other hand driving the crimson bone sword deep into the demon's body. After millennia of refinement, the demon had long achieved a divine form, her physical body incredibly resilient. However, the bone sword was no ordinary weapon, crafted from a piece of Tang Muxi's celestial bone, soaked in her life-giving blood. It could pierce even the void; how could it fear a mere divine body? With a hiss, the bone sword penetrated the demon's waist and abdomen, yet no blood spurted forth, only waves of demonic aura spilling out.