His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

A white light swept across the heavens and earth, swallowing up all sounds and colors.

The world was deathly silent.

There was no roar, no aftershocks, and even the wind had completely disappeared.

I don't know how much time passed.

The blinding pure white light gradually faded, slowly dissipating into the shattered sky.

The once majestic mountain has been transformed into a desolate, scorched pit, its surface riddled with craters and covered with shards of molten glass that have cooled.

The scene was one of devastation and utter chaos.

Within a radius of a hundred miles, not a blade of grass grows, and all things are destroyed.

The power of the heavenly tribulation gradually subsided, but this calm was oppressive and suffocating.

The distant, shattered mountains, the dried-up riverbeds, and the ashes scattered everywhere all testify to the horror of the cataclysmic disaster that had just occurred.

In mid-air, the churning dark clouds gradually dissipated.

The cracked sky slowly closed, revealing the dark sky.

In the center of the deep pit, Mo Sangyu was charred black, still holding the child under her body. Her clothes on her back were completely burned, and her skin was covered with burn marks. She looked as if she would dissipate at any moment.

Seeing the motionless Mo Sangyu, Feng Xingyu's heart clenched and stopped abruptly in the distance.

When the final heavenly lightning struck, he noticed the soul contract had vanished. He saw her shielding the child with her body, willingly enduring the inevitable tribulation.

In that instant, a certain string within him snapped completely.

At this moment, the long-dormant divine power within him finally surged uncontrollably...

The divine power, dormant for millennia, broke through layers of shackles and swept through the limbs and bones.

All his serious injuries healed rapidly once again at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Fractured bones are remodeled, and charred flesh is regenerated.

The tattered black robes fluttered and rustled even without wind.

Those eerie red eyes were suddenly filled with despair and madness.

The overwhelming pressure belonging to the ancient gods enveloped the entire world.

Ignoring the excruciating pain all over his body, he rushed toward the center of the deep pit.

In an instant, he landed in front of Mo Sangyu. Seeing her motionless and with her eyes closed, Feng Xingyu trembled all over, almost exhausted even to lift his hand.

His knees slammed heavily onto the scorching hot earth.

Dust flew up, scattering tiny shards of glass everywhere.

Seeing her charred and gruesome wounds, he carefully reached out and slowly pulled them into his arms, along with Zhao Zhao.

The force was extremely light, as if afraid of shattering even the slightest bit of the ink mulberry.

He exerted extreme force, as if trying to knead her into his very bones.

"Ayu... my Ayu..."

The low, broken sobs were hoarse and barely audible.

The revered god, who had been cold and emotionless for millennia and had never shed a tear, now wept uncontrollably.

It landed on Mo Sangyu's scorched hair, burning hot and piercing.

"Don't scare me...please...don't leave me..."

He murmured her name over and over again, his voice filled with utter despair.

Feng Xingyu's eyes were filled with fear, his whole body was cold, and he felt as if his liver and gallbladder were about to burst.

He thought he had finally lost her.

He lost the person he had given everything for and wanted to protect for a lifetime.

"Ayu!"

Feng Xingyu coughed up a mouthful of blood, his heart feeling as if it were being torn apart and pulled by countless hands, the pain so intense that he could not breathe.

He didn't believe it...

Ayu couldn't just leave him like that.

Zhao Zhao in his arms remained silent for a long time.

Feng Xingyu dared not check their breathing, much less look at their chests, but he could feel their bodies gradually growing cold...

To perish under such a calamity would undoubtedly mean the complete annihilation of both body and soul.

Feng Xingyu dared not think any further.

No, it won't happen.

"Ayu, wake up! Open your eyes! Don't scare me..."

Feng Xingyu gently shook her, tears blurring her vision, the pain unbearable, a thousand times worse than being struck by lightning.

"Ayu, don't walk too fast, wait for me."

He held Mo Sangyu and Feng Zhaozhao tightly; if they died, he would never live alone.

Just as they were overwhelmed with grief, a dark, indistinct thing darted out from a collapsed cave in the distance, ran up to them, and gently tugged at Mo Sangyu's sleeve with its charred claws.

It's white rice dumplings.

It has now turned into a black dumpling.

It hid in a crevice in the cave, which is how it survived.

"Awooo..."

Bai Tuanzi sensed Feng Xingyu's despair, let out a soft cry, and then eagerly tugged at Mo Sangyu's arm and Zhao Zhao's little hand.

Feng Xingyu glanced at it with his eyes lowered.

Suddenly, it was discovered that beneath the white dumpling's paw pads, which were as black as charcoal, a faint yet tenacious life force was emanating from them.

Feng Xingyu's pupils contracted sharply, and his breath suddenly stopped.

He stared intently at Mo Sangyu's withered fingers, not daring to blink, for fear that this was just a hallucination before his death.

The next instant, an ancient and powerful aura awakened without warning from the depths of her shattered heart.

That was... a legacy from her parents?

The primordial power of gods and demons, after being destroyed and reshaped by the heavenly tribulation, was reborn from the brink of death!

The dense demonic energy and the noble and pure purple energy intertwined and entwined, transforming into a tangible cocoon of light that enveloped Mo Sangyu and Zhao Zhao together.

As the light shifted, those gruesome burns seemed to be slowly healing.

The charred skin and flesh regained their luster, and the broken meridians were gently repaired and nourished by the purple aura.

Along with Zhao Zhao in his arms, she was also bathed in this divine power, her small body glowing with a faint purple light.

Feng Xingyu reached out his hand with trembling hands, and when his fingertips touched her warm skin, his eyes flashed with excitement and fervor.

"Ayu..."

His voice was hoarse and out of tune, but his gaze remained fixed on her.

A purple aura emanated from her heart, initially so faint it was almost swallowed by the darkness.

But in the blink of an eye, that ray of light spread like wildfire.

Climbing along her meridians inch by inch, wherever I passed, the charred dead skin cracked and peeled off, revealing the new skin underneath, white as snow, and radiant.

At the same time, dark demonic energy surged from between her brows, intertwining with the purple energy.

Gods and demons.

Two completely opposite primal forces were surging wildly within Mo Sangyu's body, merging and complementing each other.

Feng Xingyu was gently pushed away by that force and fell to the ground.

He held his breath, his gaze fixed on Mo Sangyu.

Seeing her eyelashes tremble slightly, Feng Xingyu's heart also trembled.

The next moment, she opened her eyes.

A purple light flickered in his eyes, carrying the clarity of someone newly reborn after a catastrophe.

Zhao Zhao, who was in her arms, also woke up at this moment.

The purple light surrounding the mother and daughter gradually subsided, and they slowly descended from mid-air.

Feng Xingyu suddenly stood up, caught them, and hugged them tightly.

The force with which his arms closed almost crushed them, but the moment he touched their warm bodies, he restrained himself and lightened his grip.

In a short while, the overwhelming shock of regaining what he had lost made him tremble all over.

The feeling was like a drowning person finally grabbing onto a piece of driftwood, or being pulled back to earth after falling into an abyss.

My heart was still pounding violently in my chest, but each beat was accompanied by an intense, aching pain.

He needed to confirm that the person in front of him was not an illusion, not a dream, but real, alive, and in his arms.

Apart from her charred and tattered clothes, Mo Sangyu's skin had recovered completely, becoming fair and radiant, with her silver hair cascading down like a waterfall, glowing softly in the dim light.

She met Feng Xingyu's red eyes.

His eyes were still bloodshot, and his pupils were churning with too many emotions.

Fear, despair, relief, madness...

In the end, they all sank into a bottomless abyss of softness and fragility.

The two stared at each other for a long time, neither of them speaking.

Mo Sangyu knew that this time, he was truly terrified.

With a tender heart, she raised her hand, her slender fingers gently tracing his brows and eyes, outlining his furrowed brows and reddened corners of his eyes.

Then, her hand paused, remembering the slap she had given earlier.

Her fingers trembled slightly, filled with regret and guilt, as she slowly touched his face, her fingertips gently tracing the lines of his jaw.

Her voice was terribly hoarse: "I'm sorry... does it still hurt?"

Feng Xingyu grabbed her hand and buried his face deeply in her palm.

He gently shook his head.

After a moment of silence, he finally spoke, his voice low and broken, carrying only three apologetic words: "I'm sorry..."

These three words contain so much.

Because he has regained all his memories.

Mo Sangyu, in the midst of life and death just now, had intermittently recalled everything.

Mo Sangyu gazed at him for a long time, then smiled gently, "Alright, no one has wronged anyone. Perhaps we should... find a place to tidy ourselves up first?"

Zhao Zhao, nestled in their arms, stared quietly at them with her big, dark eyes wide open.

When the two looked down, they found that the little one was also smiling, with a small curve at the corner of his mouth, looking soft, sweet, and well-behaved.

This scene melted their hearts.

Zhao Zhao has finally survived the heavenly tribulation she triggered.

Having survived such a calamity... it's time to take revenge.

The couple stood up, holding their child, and stared coldly into the distance.

This place, barring any unforeseen circumstances, should be the Canglan Continent.

Now that we're back, let's settle all the old and new scores together!

"Awooo..."

The white dumpling—oh no, it should be called the black dumpling now—burrowed into Mo Sangyu's arms.

It rubbed its charred head against her clothes, letting out a pitiful whimper.

Seeing its appearance, and then looking at herself and Feng Xingyu, Mo Sangyu's feelings were indescribable.

Although his wounds had healed, his clothes were... a terrible sight.

She must overturn this damned Heavenly Law!

Mo Sangyu sighed helplessly, letting the black ball of fur wriggle around in her arms.

It is truly fortunate that I was able to survive this cataclysmic calamity.

Feng Xingyu, carrying Zhaozhao and embracing Mo Sangyu, ascended into the sky.

The majestic mountain range behind us no longer exists.

Instead, there was an endless scorched earth pit stretching for hundreds of miles, like a huge scar that had been brutally gouged out by lightning.

The air was thick with the acrid smell of ash and burnt food, and even the wind felt scorching hot.

Along the way, all I could see were horrific scenes.

The withered ancient trees turned into pieces of charred charcoal, lying haphazardly at the edge of the deep pit.

Everywhere you look, you can see the remains of creatures burned to a crisp.

There were low-level demonic beasts that couldn't escape in time, as well as innocent human cultivators passing by.

They didn't even have time to scream before they died tragically under the residual power of the heavenly tribulation, leaving behind only twisted and charred skeletons, frozen in the moment of their escape.

Mo Sangyu lowered her eyes and looked down, a chilling glint in them.

In order to kill a newborn baby, a cataclysmic calamity was triggered, wiping out all living beings within a radius of a hundred miles.

Is this kind of callous disregard for human life and inhumane behavior what is called the righteous path?

It's utterly ridiculous.

Feng Xingyu hugged her even tighter, his red eyes surging with the same fierceness as hers.

Only after flying thousands of miles away, when the oppressive silence behind them completely dissipated, did the two land in a secluded valley mountain range.

This place is full of spiritual energy, and a clear stream flows through the valley, its waters gurgling.

Feng Xingyu found a flat pool of water and set up a barrier to isolate divine sense.

Mo Sangyu conjured two sets of clean clothes and casually tossed one set to Feng Xingyu.

The two stepped into the water, washing away the smoke and fatigue.

Afterwards, I changed Zhaozhao's clothes and diaper, and fed her.

After the little one had eaten and drunk his fill, he began to sleep soundly.

This near-fatal encounter had no effect on her whatsoever.

Next up was the white rice dumpling.

Its once fluffy fur was now charred black and matted together, emitting a foul burnt smell, and it was staring at them with those pitiful eyes.

"Awooo..."

The white dumpling let out a pitiful cry and tried to scratch its black fur with its paws.

Mo Sangyu raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smile playing on her lips: "Good girl, I'll take care of it for you."

With that, she moved her fingers slightly, and a small, exquisite electric clipper appeared out of thin air.

"Buzz..."

With a low vibration, Mo Sangyu unceremoniously pressed down on Bai Tuanzi's head and began shaving his hair.

"Awoooooo..."

The white dumpling struggled desperately, its four short legs kicking wildly in mid-air, emitting protesting whimpers.

Feng Xingyu merely glanced at it coldly, and it immediately became obedient, letting the merciless electric clipper roam over its body.

Moments later, charred, sparse fur fell to the ground.

The white dough turned into meat dough.

Fortunately, it did not suffer serious flesh injuries.

Mo Sangyu suppressed a laugh, conjured up a small animal costume, and forcibly put it on to cover up the ugly thing.

"Awoo!"

Bai Tuanzi looked down at her gaudy little clothes and stomped her feet in anger.

Mo Sangyu hugged it close, gently rubbed its bald head, and softly comforted it, "Be good, bear with it, once the new fur grows out, you'll be a good beast again."

"..."

Night falls.

Relying on their memories, the couple settled in a wooden house at the foot of the mountain.

Pushing open the slightly worn wooden door, a familiar, long-lost scent wafted out with a soft creak.

The furnishings inside the house were exactly the same as they were back then.

The carved wooden table, the rattan rocking chair, the plain gauze curtains hanging from the window, and even the chipped rough porcelain vase in the corner still had a few dried plum blossoms stuck in it.

Time seems to have been paused here.

That makes sense; the barrier set up outside the wooden house was something they themselves created.

For thousands of years, no matter how the world has changed or how much the wind and frost have raged, no one has been able to break through this barrier and enter, so it has never been damaged.

Mo Sangyu stood quietly in place, her gaze sweeping over the old objects inch by inch, a gentle ripple spreading across her eyes.

She turned to look out the window.

The night was as still as water, and the moonlight poured down.

The peach grove outside the courtyard was quiet and peaceful under the moonlight. Although the season of blooming flowers had passed, the thick, gnarled trunks still stood like silent old men, watching over this tranquility.

A gentle breeze blows, and the branches and leaves sway softly, making a rustling whisper.

Every blade of grass, every tree, every stone, and every tile here is a memory.

As soon as Mo Sangyu stepped across the threshold, scenes from her past life naturally surfaced in her mind.

It turns out... she really misunderstood.