I. Fall of the Blood Demon
In the violent clash of black and gold, the entire world seemed to fall silent.
At the center of the vortex, Lin Ye stood bathed in blood, his Nìlín bloodline fully unleashed. Behind him, the golden dragon soul spread its wings and let out a heaven-shaking roar!
“Blood Demon Ancestor—your era… is over!”
Lin Ye roared, channeling all his remaining will and belief into a single point of golden radiance, and pierced straight through the blood-colored barrier.
Crack!
A shattering sound rang out—the indestructible demonic shield finally broke.
In the next instant—
“Ahhhhhhh—!!”
The Blood Demon Ancestor let out a shrill, furious scream. His body disintegrated rapidly under the golden light—flesh, bone, meridians, and soul—all burned, torn, and devoured!
That demonic power, which represented endless corruption and degeneration, turned to ash under the pure divine flames of the dragon soul.
“Impossible… I am… eternal…”
His voice was finally drowned out by the thunder and collapse of the heavens and earth, buried along with the world-shaking conspiracy hidden for thousands of years beneath the ruins of the Sacred Mountain.
II. Crisis Resolved
With the Blood Demon Ancestor’s death, the celestial anomaly came to an end!
That black portal from the alien realm twisted and struggled a few times in the sky before finally collapsing into a shower of radiant light.
The black cracks in the void began to heal, and after the violent tremors of the earth, peace slowly returned.
Within the mountain, the enslaved miners and cultivators who had been imprisoned and used for sacrifice and experiments all broke free from their shackles and regained their freedom. They wept with joy and fell to their knees, shouting Lin Ye’s name.
The remaining disciples of Tianyuan Sect stared in terror at the young figure standing atop the ruins, knowing that from this day on, there would be no one in the world who didn’t know this name.
“Lin Ye…”
A frail and aged voice came from the rubble—it was Elder Wang.
He was still alive!
Lin Ye slowly walked over and helped him up. “Elder Wang, you held on.”
“You did it… you really… did it…”
Tears welled up in Elder Wang’s eyes as he smiled and closed them, as though all his burdens had been laid to rest.
III. A New Beginning
The afterglow of dusk spread across the ruins. Lin Ye stood quietly.
His clothes were torn, his body covered in blood, yet his eyes remained clear as a mirror, as though this hellish battle was merely a trial along the river of his fate.
The Tianyuan Sacred Mountain was sacred no longer, but the crushing darkness had finally been purged.
The wind lifted the tatters of his robe. Lin Ye looked up at the sky, feeling the golden bloodline within him slowly settle—yet stronger, clearer, and purer than ever before.
“Elder Wang’s vengeance is fulfilled.”
“The Blood Demon’s scheme… has ended.”
“But this world… is far from over.”
Lin Ye’s gaze pierced through the smoke and ruins, looking toward the eastern horizon.
That was the direction from which he had come—and the direction to which he would go.
Behind him, the cultivators and commoners once trapped by evil were slowly beginning to rebuild hope and faith.
Before him lay the endless unknown—the endless challenges.
He slowly clenched his fist and murmured:
“The true journey… is only just beginning.”
[The End]
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