His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

Without further hesitation, Mo Sangyu slowly walked towards the huge stone platform that was suspended in mid-air.

On the stone platform, an ancient scroll floats silently, radiating a chilling aura.

The Heavenly Strategy Code.

The moment she reached out and her fingertips touched the book, a massive influx of information flooded her mind.

The destinies written into the book, the predetermined good and evil, the manipulated life and death...

Everything was clearly presented before her eyes.

"I see."

She murmured softly, a hint of mockery flashing in her eyes.

"Is this what you call the Way of Heaven?"

She turned her head and looked at the old man who was being pressed to the ground by Feng Xingyu, her voice as cold as a knife.

"From this perspective, you are nothing but a bunch of thieves who have usurped power."

The old man struggled to lift his head, his face filled with resentment: "You...you want to destroy it? You're insane! Destroying it will throw the Three Realms into chaos!"

"Who said I'm going to destroy it?"

Mo Sangyu smiled, a smile that carried a sense of complete control.

"Don't worry, I won't."

Destroying the Heavenly Strategy Codex would be a true violation of the Heavenly Laws.

She raised her hand, and purplish-black demonic energy condensed between her fingers, transforming into an illusory pen.

"I want to change it."

Feng Xingyu looked at her, a hint of understanding flashing in his eyes, and then released his grip on the old man's throat.

Mo Sangyu walked to the stone platform and slammed the demonic pen in her hand heavily onto the Heavenly Strategy Codex.

"First, abolish all provisions that determine social status based on bloodline."

As the pen fell, the golden characters were covered by purplish-black demonic energy, transforming into entirely new rules.

"Second, abolish all provisions that bind living beings to predestined marriages."

With another stroke of the pen, countless tangled threads of cause and effect snapped within the legal code.

"Third, abolish all provisions that use the name of good or evil to carry out oppression."

The pen, sharp as a knife, slices away those hypocritical rules, stroke by stroke.

The old man, his face ashen, struggled desperately as he watched her actions: "You...you can't do this! This was left behind by our ancestor..."

"You can alter what our ancestors left behind, so why can't I?"

Mo Sangyu didn't turn her head, her voice calm yet carrying an undeniable air of authority.

"From this day forward, the Heavenly Strategy Codex will no longer be a weapon in your hands."

She made the final stroke, and a brilliant purplish-black light shone forth, enveloping the entire codex.

"It is the cornerstone of the Three Realms, not a fig leaf to cover your selfish desires."

As the light faded, the Heavenly Strategy Codex floated back above the stone platform, but the writing on it was now completely renewed.

Those once lofty and inviolable destinies have all been transformed into fair and just rules.

Mo Sangyu turned around and looked at the ancestral descendant who was slumped on the ground.

"Don't you guys like setting rules?"

She leaned slightly forward, her voice soft yet chilling.

"Now, I'm going to set a new rule for you."

"From this day forward, the five of you will guard the Tian Ce Mansion for eternity and shall not step out of it even once."

"If you dare to disobey, the backlash from the Heavenly Strategy Codex will make you wish you were dead."

The pupils of several elderly men shrank suddenly, their faces filled with despair.

Those two are monsters!

Reversing the Heavenly Gang!

Feng Xingyu stepped forward and touched the foreheads of each of the three people.

Three golden seals entered their bodies, completely locking away their divine power.

After doing all this, the couple will turn around and leave without looking back.

Sunlight streamed through the cracks in the rift valley, illuminating the two figures standing side by side.

From this day forward, the Heavenly Dao will no longer be a sword hanging over the heads of the Three Realms.

Rules and destiny still exist, but finally, the fate of all living beings can be held in their own hands, instead of being manipulated by others.

Emerging from the seabed, Mo Sangyu took a deep breath of fresh air, finally releasing the pent-up anger in her heart.

Feng Xingyu stood behind her, gently putting his arm around her shoulder, and looked down at her: "Ayu, you...aren't angry anymore?"

Mo Sangyu was stunned for a moment before she realized what he meant.

Could this man still remember that slap?

In fact, she had gradually let go of the fact that he had helped the Heavenly Realm to oppose her in her previous life, otherwise she would not have gone to great lengths to create the Cangxuan Realm for him, just to repay his lifelong wish.

I was indeed a little angry when my memory was incomplete, but later I remembered everything...

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have..."

Mo Sangyu was about to apologize when Feng Xingyu grabbed her hand, kissed it on his lips, and gently interrupted her: "I was wrong before. I thought I was trying to help you and worried that you would trigger the Heavenly Tribulation again, but in reality, I was aiding and abetting evil, making you suffer so much injustice for nothing."

"As long as you're not angry with me, that's fine, Ayu. You don't need to apologize to me. You haven't done anything wrong to me."

As Mo Sangyu listened to his words, her nose suddenly felt a little sore.

She reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her head in his chest.

After experiencing so much, she finally understood that her feelings for Feng Xingyu were never about repaying some debt of love, but rather a deep love she was unaware of.

"What's wrong?"

Feng Xingyu was quite pleased with Mo Sangyu's initiative to hug him, and chuckled softly as he hugged her even tighter.

The sea breeze blew in from afar, carrying a salty, damp scent, and lifted the hem of their clothes.

Mo Sangyu didn't speak again. The two hugged quietly for a while before Feng Xingyu said softly, "Let's go back."

Their round trip went smoothly, but because of the restrictions everywhere, they couldn't teleport long distances, and it took them several days. They didn't know how Zhao Zhao was doing or if they had taken good care of her.

Mo Sangyu nodded and straightened up from his embrace.

The couple didn't dare to delay for a moment and returned the way they came. Their figures were like two streaks of light, soaring into the sky, even faster than when they came.

Two days later, the vast and desolate land of the North finally came into view.

The entrance to the Netherworld Ravine remains narrow and hidden, nestled between two desolate mountains, where the wind howls.

Mo Sangyu landed at the courtyard gate, her footsteps revealing a hint of urgency.

Rongyin was not in the courtyard.

The stone house door was ajar, and from inside came Zhao Zhao's babbling voice, so sweet and innocent that it softened Mo Sangyu's heart.

She opened the door.

Zhao Zhao was lying on her small bed, her two little hands curled into fists, her little feet kicking back and forth, causing the blanket to slide to one side.

The white dumpling lay on the table next to the crib, its round body curled up in a ball, its tail drooping down and swaying back and forth, its eyes half-open and half-closed.

Rongyin lay on the edge of the table, her head resting on her arm, and fell asleep.

His eyes were covered in bruises, clearly indicating he hadn't slept much in the past few days.

Yun Che sat on a chair not far away, holding Zhao Zhao's baby bottle in his hand, his head tilted to the side, asleep, his breathing light and even.

Zhao Zhao was the first to spot the person at the door.

She turned her little head, stared at Mo Sangyu for two seconds with her dark, grape-like eyes, then pouted and burst into tears.

The crying was extremely aggrieved, as if it had suffered a great injustice. The little body arched and struggled desperately towards Mo Sangyu.

Mo Sangyu was heartbroken by her crying, so he quickly went over and hugged his daughter tightly.

Feng Xingyu strode over and embraced the mother and daughter.

Zhao Zhao's little hands gripped her collar tightly, her cries turning from wailing to sobbing, her little head buried in the crook of her neck, refusing to lift her head no matter what.

Bai Tuanzi suddenly opened its eyes and saw Mo Sangyu and Feng Xingyu. Its eyes lit up immediately, and it darted over, circling around their feet several times while making whimpering sounds.

Rongyin was startled awake by Zhaozhao's cries. She quickly looked up and, upon seeing Mo Sangyu, exclaimed with delight, "Master...you're back!"

Yun Che also woke up. When he saw them, a relaxed smile appeared on his face, and the hidden worry in his eyes disappeared completely.

Mo Sangyu held Zhao Zhao in her arms and gently patted her back. After a while, the little one finally stopped crying, but her little hands were still clutching her collar and she wouldn't let go. She would sob occasionally, looking extremely pitiful.

Feng Xingyu reached out and touched his daughter's head. Zhao Zhao turned her head to look at him, then buried her face back in Mo Sangyu's arms.

"You still have quite a temper," he said softly, his tone tinged with helplessness and indulgence.

Yes.

She's such a little thing, yet she seems to know everything.

Rongyin watched this scene and felt it was so amazing.

Perhaps this is what it means to be connected by blood.

"The little one has been so good these past few days," she said in a hoarse voice. "It's just that he won't sleep at night. He always wants to be held. He doesn't cry when I pick him up, but he cries as soon as I put him down."

Mo Sangyu looked down at the little pink bundle in her arms, her heart softening and aching.

After crying herself to sleep, Zhao Zhao gradually calmed down in Mo Sangyu's arms, her little face pressed against her chest, her breathing becoming even and long.

Her little hands remained firmly gripping her collar, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't pry them off.

Mo Sangyu didn't try to pry her apart again, but simply hugged her tighter, lowered his head, and gently kissed her forehead.

At night, the family of three slept in one bed.

Rest for a night.

The following morning, the sun shone through the Netherworld Ravine, a rare occurrence.

Sunlight streamed through the cracks in the mountain walls, casting a pale golden hue over this barren land.

After getting up, Mo Sangyu and Feng Xingyu first tidied up Zhao Zhao, then handed her over to Rong Yin, gave her a few instructions, and headed towards the place where the Demon Clan held their meeting.

Feng Xingyu leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed, watching her departing figure without following her.

This is an internal matter for the demon race, and it's not appropriate for him to interfere.

The council hall is a naturally formed stone cave that has been simply renovated by the tribespeople. Although it is simple, it is kept clean and tidy.

When Mo Sangyu walked in, the room was already full of people.

Mo Yuan sat in the main seat, flanked by several elders with graying hair and beards, and below them were several demon generals, each clad in armor and with resolute faces.

Upon seeing Mo Sangyu enter, everyone stood up in unison.

Everyone showed obvious respect, even a sense of trepidation, towards the former Demon Lord.

Mo Sangyu nodded slightly, her gaze sweeping over everyone before finally settling on Mo Yuan.

Mo Yuan remained seated in the main seat, his expression somewhat stiff.

"Don't stand there." Mo Sangyu casually found a seat and sat down, her tone indifferent. "Sit down."

After everyone took their seats, the atmosphere became somewhat awkward.

The elders looked at each other, none of them speaking, just nervously waiting for Mo Sangyu to speak.

Mo Sangyu didn't beat around the bush and said directly, "I have already changed the rules of the Heavenly Strategy Codex."

The cave fell silent instantly.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, as if they couldn't believe what they were hearing.

"From now on, the Heavenly Realm shall no longer use the name of Heaven to suppress other races without cause. All the articles that determine rank by bloodline shall be abolished. The practice of oppression in the name of good and evil shall no longer occur. Otherwise, no matter who it is, they will be punished by Heaven."

After a brief silence, the cave erupted in chaos.

An elderly elder with white hair and beard suddenly stood up, his hands trembling and his eyes red-rimmed: "Demon Lord, what you said... is it true?"

"Of course," Mo Sangyu nodded.

Another burly man, who looked like a general, slapped his thigh hard, making a muffled sound, his voice trembling: "Great! Great! We've suffered so much humiliation over the years!"

"Yes, hiding in the Netherworld Ravine for so many years, we even have to sneak around when we go out to hunt monsters, for fear of being caught by the people of the Heavenly Realm."

"We've lost all our territory, and our ancestral land has been occupied. We don't even dare to breathe."

"Now it's all good. Heaven is just, and we no longer have to hide in this wretched place and suffer through our days."

The generals became more and more excited as they spoke, their voices growing louder and louder, and some even had tears welling up in their eyes.

Although the elders were more composed, they couldn't hide the gleam in their eyes.

Mo Sangyu waved his hand, signaling everyone to quiet down.

"However, there is one thing I must say upfront."

She looked at everyone, her tone becoming more serious: "The justice of Heaven is just, but that doesn't mean the demon race can do whatever they want. If you act uprightly, sit honestly, and don't commit heinous crimes, and take back the territories you should seize, then Heaven won't dare to suppress you maliciously anymore. But if the demon race commits evil on its own, no one can protect you."

"Of course!"

The burly general patted his chest and assured, "Don't worry, although we demons have been called evil and heretical for so many years, we never do anything that is against heaven and reason."

The others echoed their agreement, nodding vigorously.

For the next half hour, the atmosphere in the council hall was lively, with everyone discussing which territory to reclaim first and where to start.

Mo Sangyu listened quietly, occasionally interjecting with a word or two and offering some advice.

Mo Yuan sat in the main seat, but remained silent.

His hands were on his knees, his knuckles slightly clenched, and his expression was constantly shifting.

When everyone had finished their discussion, Mo Sangyu stood up and prepared to leave.

"That's all for today. You can discuss the specific plans further. I..."

"etc."

Mo Yuan suddenly spoke, his voice somewhat hoarse.

He looked at everyone present and said in a deep voice, "You may all step back."

The elders and generals looked at each other, glancing at Mo Yuan and then at Mo Sangyu, unsure of what Mo Yuan intended to do, but ultimately they obediently withdrew.

Soon only the brother and sister remained inside the cave.

Mo Yuan sat in the main seat, silent for a long time, as if he were going through some kind of difficult internal struggle.

Mo Sangyu stood there watching him, without urging him.

After a long silence, Mo Yuan finally spoke, his voice low: "Will you stay?"

Mo Sangyu raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Help me...help us take back our territory."

Mo Yuan looked up at her, his gaze filled with a complex emotion that was hard to describe.

Mo Sangyu hesitated for a moment, not yet having figured out how to answer.

The next instant, Mo Yuan slid off his seat.

It didn't stand up, it slid down.

She slid down from her seat to her knees and then scrambled over to grab Mo Sangyu's leg.

Mo Sangyu froze.

"younger sister!"

Mo Yuan let out a howl, his voice carrying a tragic, desperate air: "My dear sister!"

Mo Sangyu looked down at her cousin hanging on her lap, and her lips twitched.

"What are you doing?"

"You can't just leave again!"

Mo Yuan clung to her leg, his eyes red-rimmed, his voice trembling with tears: "You can't just think of your man and abandon your people! You have to stay and fight back with me!"

Mo Sangyu: "..."