His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

Fortunately, it was a close call.

It seems that this cataclysmic calamity did not harm them in the slightest.

Yun Che breathed a sigh of relief.

Rongyin was still worried, so she pulled Mo Sangyu up and down to check her over. Seeing that Mo Sangyu had a rosy complexion and gentle eyes, she felt a little uncomfortable, but there was nothing else wrong, so she was relieved.

But how did the master and the venerable god escape such a powerful cataclysmic calamity?

Judging from this, the young master is not injured.

Could it be that Heaven has taken pity on us and spared our young master?

"Don't worry, this ordeal is completely over."

Mo Sangyu patted Rongyin's head reassuringly, not saying much about the Heavenly Tribulation, but changing the subject to ask about the Demon Clan.

Rong Yin took a deep breath, and an uncontrollable anger instantly welled up in her eyes.

She gritted her teeth and poured out all the injustices that had happened after Mo Sangyu left.

When her master left, the Demon Clan was taken over by her cousin, Mo Yuan.

However, Mo Yuan's abilities were ultimately limited, and he was no match for the hypocritical gods and immortals of the Heavenly Realm.

Without the deterrent power of their master, the Heavenly Realm became increasingly unscrupulous, pressing forward relentlessly.

Under the guise of eliminating demons and protecting the righteous path, they forced the demon race to the brink of extinction, leaving them only able to hide in the Netherworld Ravine at the edge of the Northern Wilderness.

That place was barren and desolate, with little spiritual energy, so even crops couldn't grow. Children were born weak and sickly, and many didn't survive.

In recent years, the demons have not dared to raise their heads, keeping their tails between their legs and living a miserable life.

Not only the demon race, but also the monster race suffered greatly, being targeted and suppressed everywhere.

There is no justice left in the Three Realms.

Yun Che stood to the side, his eyes lowered, and unusually, he did not refute her.

In the past, the two of them would always bicker when they met, but at this moment, he couldn't say a word, because every word she said was true.

The Heavenly Realm really went too far.

Rongyin gritted her teeth and continued, "The Heavenly Realm not only suppresses the Demon Race, but also the Monster Race suffers as a result. They say that different races are of the same blood, and it's better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free."

"In recent years, the demon race has been forced to wander around, their territory has shrunk again and again, and many small tribes have lost their lineage."

"Those celestial deities claim to maintain the balance of the three realms, but in reality, they want to eradicate all races that do not obey them."

Mo Sangyu's knuckles tightened slightly.

Rong Yin raised her head, looking directly at her, her eyes brimming with tears, yet filled with a stubborn and fierce determination: "Master, we've endured for too long. Thankfully, you're finally back!"

The female demon who once struck fear into the hearts of the entire celestial realm and caused them endless headaches has returned!

"Um."

Mo Sangyu raised her hand and gently patted Rong Yin's shoulder: "Don't worry, I won't let your grievances be in vain."

After hearing this, Feng Xingyu's expression turned cold.

He shifted Zhao Zhao's position in his arms, freeing one hand to grasp Mo Sangyu's fingers hanging by his side.

He didn't say anything, but the moment his warm, dry palm touched her, the tension in Mo Sangyu's heart inexplicably eased.

This man was trying to tell her that he was now on her side...

The group left the cabin and went to the nearest city, Fancheng.

It was the same restaurant as before, and I sat in my old spot by the window on the second floor.

This time, however, Feng Xingyu had a babbling pink dumpling in his arms, and the person sitting next to him was no longer the Demon Lord who was at odds with him, but his wife.

Rongyin drank the osmanthus wine in large gulps, cursing the Heavenly Realm as she drank, venting all the resentment she had accumulated over the years. Afterward, she recounted the situation of the past few years in detail.

Yun Che sat opposite her, and for the first time ever, he refrained from arguing with her.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Rongyin couldn't wait to stand up and prepare to take them back to the Demon Realm.

Mo Sangyu wiped her mouth and turned to look at the man beside her.

She raised an eyebrow slightly, her tone tinged with a hint of probing: "Feng Xingyu, will you come back to the Demon Realm with me?"

"Is that even a question?"

Feng Xingyu's red eyes reflected her image. Upon hearing this, he raised his hand in annoyance and lightly tapped her on the forehead.

"I am no longer some revered god, but merely your husband, Zhao Zhao's father. Where else can I go if not back to the Demon Realm with you?"

Mo Sangyu touched her forehead where he had tapped her, lowered her eyes, and smiled slightly.

Seeing this, Yun Che and Rong Yin exchanged a knowing glance, then turned away with mutual disdain.

They hadn't seen the Venerable God and the Demon Lord for far too long. After so many lifetimes, everything seemed to have changed.

The Demon Lord has changed, and so has the Supreme God.

The undisguised love and trust between the two touched Rongyin deeply.

Their journey has been incredibly difficult, and now they feel that their hardships have finally paid off.

The wind from the northern wilderness, carrying a bleak chill, swept over us.

The entrance to the Netherworld Ravine is nestled between two desolate mountains, so narrow that only two people can pass side by side.

Mo Sangyu stood at the entrance, looking at the barren and desolate land before her, her eyes deepening.

This is where her people have been hiding for who knows how many years.

Behind her, Rong Yin's voice rang out softly, carrying a bittersweet feeling that had been suppressed for too long.

"Master, we're home."

Mo Sangyu took a deep breath and stepped inside.

Feng Xingyu followed beside her, holding the sleeping Zhaozhao in his arms, his steps without the slightest hesitation.

The wind was strong in the northern wilderness, so he wrapped Zhao Zhao up tightly in a cloak to keep the cold wind from blowing on her delicate face.

As they ventured deeper into the Netherworld Valley, the demons saw them and whispered amongst themselves, filled with surprise and uncertainty.

They naturally recognized Rongyin and the others.

But the others...

The moment they saw Mo Sangyu, everyone's eyes widened as if they had seen a ghost.

An elderly demon, leaning on a cane, walked shakily out of the crowd. His cloudy eyes were fixed on Mo Sangyu's face, his lips trembled for a long time, and tears streamed down his face.

"Is...is this the young master?"

As Mo Sangyu looked at that aged face, a blurry image floated into her mind: a kind elder from the Demon Clan.

She nodded, her voice a little strained: "It's me."

The old demon's cane clattered to the ground, and he bent down shakily, performing the oldest salute among demons.

"Welcome back, Demon Lord!"

The demons behind him all knelt down in unison.

The wind howled through the northern wilderness, causing everyone's clothes to flutter.

Mo Sangyu stood in the wind, looking at the ragged, emaciated tribesmen before him, and the dark fire in his eyes finally ignited into a raging inferno.

"Who's making all that noise?"

At that moment, a deep voice came from behind the crowd.

The crowd automatically parted to both sides, revealing a narrow passage.

A man slowly walked out from the depths of the Netherworld Ravine, his steps leisurely, yet his aura pressed down on everyone present, causing them to unconsciously lower their heads.

He was extremely handsome.

It was a face that exuded the aura of darkness, with deep and cold features, high and sharp brow bones, slightly upturned eyes, and extremely pale amber pupils, carrying an innate gloom and indifference.

He wore a dark black robe embroidered with dark red patterns, like congealed blood vessels, winding and clinging to the fabric.

The collar and cuffs were adorned with fine, dark scales that gleamed coldly in the dim light.

Her long hair was half-tied and half-loose, with a few strands falling beside her fair cheeks, making her eyes appear even more unfathomable.

Mo Sangyu looked at the newcomer, her expression unchanged.

Mo Yuan.

Her cousin.

Mo Yuan paused in his tracks as he approached.

When he saw Mo Sangyu, his expression was extremely complex.

Shock, disbelief, and a hint of embarrassment that he tried so hard to hide but couldn't conceal...

He stood a few steps away, staring intently at Mo Sangyu, his lips moving slightly, but he said nothing.

Back when Mo Sangyu was in charge of the Demon Clan, Mo Yuan was extremely resentful and always felt that he was the most rightful heir to the Demon Clan.

He had tried to trip her up, both openly and secretly, and even conspired with several elders to try and sideline her.

But Mo Sangyu didn't take his underhanded methods seriously at all.

Ignoring him isn't out of fear or tolerance; it's because I simply don't care.

That kind of indifference, deep down, made him feel more embarrassed than any confrontation.

Later, Mo Sangyu finally left.

He successfully ascended to the position of Demon Lord.

But then?

Then the demons were in his hands, and were gradually suppressed by the Heavenly Realm to this state, ending up in their current wretched state.

Standing on this barren and desolate land, looking at his ragged and emaciated clansmen, and then at Mo Sangyu standing in the wind, Mo Yuan felt his face burning.

I have no shame.

I have no shame.

He instinctively tried to avoid her gaze, but as his eyes shifted, he saw someone else.

Feng Xingyu.

The supreme god, dressed in black robes, held a beautifully carved child in his arms, standing beside Mo Sangyu.

And Yun Che.

Two people from the celestial realm!

The complex emotions in Mo Yuan's eyes were immediately suppressed, replaced by a sudden surge of anger.

He glared at Rong Yin, his voice cold and sharp: "Rong Yin, have you gone mad? Bringing people from the Heavenly Realm into the Netherworld Abyss, are you trying to kill everyone?"

Rong Yin frowned, but before she could speak, Mo Yuan had already turned to Mo Sangyu.

His gaze swept back and forth between her and Feng Xingyu, his anger almost overflowing.

"No, what are you thinking?"

His voice was low, tinged with a hint of gritted teeth: "Back then, for this man, you abandoned the Demon Clan and left for so many years. Now that you've finally returned, you're still entangled with him?"

He pointed at Feng Xingyu, his finger trembling slightly.

"He is a revered god of the heavens, not one of us. What are you planning to bring such a person to the demon realm?"

Mo Yuan grew angrier as he spoke, his chest heaving violently with anger.

"Look at the demon race now, what have they become?"

He abruptly waved his hand, pointing to the clansmen kneeling behind him: "Living a wretched life, barely surviving, unable even to raise your children—this is the price you pay for abandoning everything. Are you satisfied now?"

After he finished speaking, all around him fell silent.

The tribespeople lowered their heads, not daring to breathe.

"That's enough!"

Before Mo Sangyu and Feng Xingyu could speak, Rong Yin, with her fiery temper, immediately retorted.

She stepped forward, blocking Mo Sangyu's path, her voice rising several octaves: "Mo Yuan, have you no shame? What was the Demon Clan like when our master was in power? Ten thousand demons came to pay homage, the four seas submitted, and even the Heavenly Realm dared not easily touch us!"

"And what about you back then? You were scheming to seize power, wishing you could drive your master away. Later, when your master left, wasn't that exactly what you wanted?"

Rongyin's finger jabbed at Mo Yuan's chest, each word as sharp as a knife.

"The position of Demon Lord is what you wanted, and now you're the one sitting in that seat! Whose fault is it that the Demon Race has become like this? It's... your fault!"

"Your incompetence, your weakness, your inability to control the situation, your inability to withstand the Heavenly Realm—that's why the Demon Race has become such a wretched state!"

"What right do you have to criticize your master? What kind of face do you have?"

Mo Yuan's face turned pale and then red as he was rebuked.

He clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles cracked, and his lips trembled several times, but he couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal.

Because every word Rongyin said was true.

He's useless.

It's because he doesn't have that ability.

But how could he admit it in front of so many of his clansmen?

Mo Yuan took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his surging emotions, and his voice was forced out from his throat.

Even if what you say makes some sense, so what?

He raised his head and looked straight at Mo Sangyu, his gaze carrying a kind of arrogance born of being cornered.

"Mo Sangyu, in the end, this is all the trouble you sowed."

"During your reign, you made enemies everywhere, causing chaos in the Heavenly Realm and offending everyone in the Three Realms. That's why the Heavenly Realm hates us demons to the core!"

"Now that you're gone, of course they'll vent their hatred on us. You made this mess yourself, what can I do?"

As he finished speaking, his voice grew softer and softer, as if he were trying to save face or forcibly convincing himself.

The surroundings fell silent again.

The wind whistled as it passed through the narrow mouth of the Netherworld Ravine.

Mo Sangyu looked at Mo Yuan quietly, her eyes showing no anger, or even any other emotion.

She just looked at him.

That gaze was as calm as a stagnant pool, yet it sent a chill down Mo Yuan's spine for no apparent reason.

"Mo Yuan".

Suddenly, she chuckled softly and said in a slow, unhurried voice, "You don't need to be so hostile towards me."

Mo Yuan was taken aback.

Mo Sangyu tilted her head slightly, her gaze passing over him, sweeping over the kneeling clansmen behind her, before returning to his face.

"The position of Demon Lord is yours now, and it will always be yours. I won't fight you for it."

Upon hearing this, Mo Yuan's pupils dilated slightly, and he couldn't quite describe the feeling in his heart.

There was a sense of relief, a feeling of being caught red-handed, and a touch of panic...

She's not going to just leave again and never care about the demons' lives or deaths again, is she?

"but."

Mo Sangyu's tone suddenly turned serious, and he said slowly and deliberately, "Don't worry, I won't let the Heavenly Realm bully the alien races. I will resolve things before I leave."

She didn't say how to solve it, nor did she say to what extent it needed to be done.

But it was this nonchalant tone that made Mo Yuan's heart tremble slightly.

Mo Sangyu back then was the same; she never uttered harsh words, but everything she said was true.

Mo Yuan stood still for a while, then stepped aside to make way for him.

That action was a silent compromise.

It must be admitted that some people are born to stand at the top, and all his efforts have been in vain.

……

That night.

The moon over the Netherworld Ravine was cut in half by the mountain wall, leaving only a pale crescent of light hanging in the narrow sky.

Mo Sangyu stood in front of the window of the simple stone house, looking at the barren land outside, where even weeds grew sparsely, her eyes reflecting the cold moonlight.

I heard soft footsteps behind me.

Feng Xingyu walked over, wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, rested his chin on her shoulder, and breathed warmly on her neck.

"Is Zhaozhao asleep?" Mo Sangyu asked, tilting her head.

"Yes, Bai Tuanzi is with them, and Rong Yin and Yun Che are also keeping watch next door."

Feng Xingyu's voice was low, carrying a softness that only surfaced when he was alone.

Mo Sangyu leaned into his arms and remained silent for a while.

"I want to leave Zhaozhao in the Demon Realm for the time being."

Feng Xingyu did not answer immediately, but simply pulled her closer into his arms.

"Let Rongyin and Yunche help take care of her for a few days," Mo Sangyu continued softly. "We'll go do what we need to do."

Feng Xingyu gently stroked her waist with his fingers.

"Have you decided what to do?"