I was born a god, the son of the Demon Lord.

Wu Xi looked up and stared directly at the long spear that could kill at any moment.

"This is not just a disaster for the Nine Netherworlds. If this continues, the people of the Demon Realm, after they die, will only become lonely ghosts, forever wandering in the dark and sunless ruins!"

"We need her. The Nine Netherworlds need a new ruler to piece together the shattered laws!"

These words were spoken with great conviction.

Standing on the moral high ground, they attempt to exert pressure by threatening the survival of the entire world.

Without even twitching her eyebrows, Xu Yuan retracted her spear and slammed it heavily into the void beneath her feet. Dark purple cracks spread along the spear shaft, shattering the horrific scenes that had been conjured up.

"Do you think I'm one of those easy fools out there?"

She stepped forward, exuding an aura of power.

"What is the price of inheriting the Cycle of Reincarnation? Do you dare to state it clearly here?"

Wu Xi suddenly fell silent, his fingers gripping the scepter so tightly they turned blue. "Enter the Nine Nether Tower."

The words of the wish echoed in the deathly silence.

"Stripped of the seven emotions and six desires, losing the five senses, severing worldly ties and karma, one eventually becomes a tool without joy or sorrow, only knowing how to maintain the operation of the heavenly order."

"You want me to hand over my newborn child to suffer this kind of torment?"

"Keep dreaming!"

The intense protectiveness of its offspring manifested as a tangible gale, forcing Wuxi to retreat repeatedly.

Negotiations have reached a dead end.

Wu Xi felt a chill in her heart.

This woman's will is unbreakable; forcibly taking her is futile, and reasoning with her won't work.

"But if we don't do this... what will happen to your people? Are we just going to watch the demon realm be ravaged and eventually perish?"

Wuxi attempted a final struggle.

"We promise to use all of Nine Netherworld's resources to share the pain of her trial..."

"Shut up."

Xu Yuan interrupted him abruptly, and the spear behind him vanished in the form of sparks.

"First, I wish that no one will be able to touch a single hair on my child's head."

"Secondly, I will never allow my people from the Demon Realm to fall into the dead end you described."

Wu Xi stood there, stunned.

They refuse to hand over the people, yet they want to protect their subjects.

The knot is stuck here, how can we untie it?

"The path to immortality is blocked, so the Nine Netherworlds cannot initiate reincarnation, right?"

Xu Yuan tilted her head slightly, her gaze piercing through the dark barrier to look up at the lofty Thirty-Three Heavens.

"Then I will lead the demon army and slaughter my way through the nine heavens!"

"If the celestial chains block my path, I'll sever them. If the Heavenly Gates are tightly shut, I'll kick them open!"

"Since the rules are rigid, then I, the Emperor, will go to the Upper Realm and carve out a path to survival!"

crazy.

That's pure madness.

Wu Xi's usually withered state of mind was unusually turbulent.

The gate to immortality has been sealed for ten thousand years, and cultivators in the lower realm cannot even detect a trace of immortal power. How can they possibly break through the gate to heaven?

The next moment.

An extremely terrifying, lofty, and ethereal aura suddenly emanated from Xu Yuan's body.

It was a pure white, flawless energy, carrying an absolute sense of dominance and suppression.

Ethereal!

Wu Xi trembled violently, and the snake bone scepter nearly slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground.

She actually cultivated immortal energy!

In this desolate lower realm, he forcefully broke through the shackles of the Heavenly Dao and stepped into the realm of a half-immortal.

If she really does have that ability...

Once the Immortal Lock is broken, the laws of reincarnation from the upper realm will pour down through the gap.

The Nine Netherworlds can resume operation by relying on the power of the laws of the upper realm, so there is no need to sacrifice a new Lord of the Nine Netherworlds to repair the broken and incomplete laws of the lower realm.

Rather than forcing a cynical, half-immortal-level madman who is overly protective of his own, and risking annihilation.

Waiting for her to split open the Heavenly Gate is clearly a lower-cost and higher-profit path.

Wu Xi steadied her breathing and looked at Xu Yuan again.

"Since the Demon Emperor has such abilities, why don't we make a bet?"

Xu Yuan: "Then I'll bet that I'll become the number one immortal in Taiyuan within a hundred years."

Seeing the resolute wish made, Wu Xi sighed, her figure gradually fading, and dense cracks appeared in the surrounding dark barrier.

"Then Wuxi hereby wishes Your Majesty to conquer the heavens and have your immortal fortune flourish."

"If you cannot become an immortal within a hundred years, even without me, someone will force her to become the Lord of the Nine Netherworlds."

The stark white scepter slowly dissipated into the deathly aura.

Just as she was about to disappear completely, a faint voice reached Xu Yuan's ears.

"The gates of the Ghost Realm are forever open to the Lord of the Nine Netherworlds."

"We... will wait for her to come back."

The moment the words fell.

"Click."

The pitch-black space shattered completely.

……

A very soft, cold snort reached my ears.

When I opened my eyes again, the thick smell of blood and the damp, deathly aura around me had completely dissipated.

Beneath him was an extremely soft brocade quilt, the silk so delicate and smooth that the entire golden rooster could sink into it.

A slender, small black dragon was circling the bed curtains. Its entire body was black, its scales gleaming with a dark luster, and its four short claws were slashing through the air.

It sensed the movement on the bed, and suddenly swooped down, hovering steadily beside the pillow.

"Sister! You're finally awake!"

The clear, crisp voice of a child entered my mind, filled with undisguised surprise.

"Brother..."

Xu Nanyi subconsciously reached out to pat the round dragon head.

The action got stuck in mid-air halfway through.

What was raised was a fluffy little golden wing.

The tips of the feathers also had a slight dark red gradient.

She flapped her wings a couple of times and then turned over.

"Huh, I can't transform into human form?"

Of course, why not?

The system's voice immediately popped into my head.

[Sister Tongzi! Teach me quickly!]

Wait a moment, I'll pass on the Transformation Technique to you.

A complex and obscure golden incantation was directly imprinted into the mind's sea. There was no need to ponder each word; the incantation simply touched the nerves and began to circulate automatically in the meridians. This was perhaps the instinct of high-level bloodline inheritance—a single glance became muscle memory.

With a thought, Xu Nanyi tried to activate her Qi Sea.

The condition within the meridians is in a completely chaotic state.

Crimson demonic energy, dark black demonic energy, grayish-white death energy, and pure white immortal energy hanging high above. Four completely different energies clashed and competed for dominance in the dantian.

If you were any old monster from the cultivation world, his meridians would have been severed long ago, and he would have been blown into a pile of minced meat.

She tried to draw these four streams of energy outward.

Something amazing happened.

Instead of repelling each other, they instantly intertwined, strangled, and merged, eventually transforming into a grayish, viscous gas that seeped out along the golden feathers and slowly circulated around them.

This gray mist, though seemingly insignificant, caused the surrounding space to emit a subtle crackling sound.

Xu Nanyi frantically typed in the system in her mind.

What is this grayish-brown thing?

[This is primordial chaos energy.] The system explained, [Your bloodline contains far too many hybrid elements. The bloodline of a demon lord, the origin of the Nine Netherworlds, and that wisp of immortal energy you forcibly refined. Instead of causing a rejection reaction and self-destructing on the spot, it all fused together, becoming the primordial chaos energy that only existed at the beginning of creation.]