After descending the mountain, my aloof fiancée became completely devoted to me.

The excruciating pain from the fractured bones made every step feel like a sharp knife cutting into his flesh.

Lin Ping shook off the nurse's obstruction and staggered out of the ward.

He grabbed a white coat and put it on, covering the various gauze pads on his body.

The dantian was completely silent; the once surging and powerful source of the rebellious path had vanished without a trace.

The Twin World-Destroying Seals fell into complete silence, and the Eternal Dao Fruit vanished into thin air.

Now, he is just an ordinary person covered in wounds and powerless.

There is no flying or escaping, no shattering of mountains and rivers with a single thought.

To return to those ruins of the great war, one can only rely on mortal means.

People came and went at the hospital entrance, and the sirens of ambulances blared incessantly.

Lin Ping felt a dull pain in his chest. He clenched his teeth and flagged down a civilian relief van heading to the disaster area.

The driver frowned when he saw that the man's face was pale and that he was bleeding from multiple wounds all over his body.

"Young man, you're so badly injured, why aren't you in the hospital? What were you doing in the earthquake zone?"

Lin Ping reached out and gripped the car door frame tightly, his knuckles turning white, his voice hoarse as if it were about to tear his throat.

"My loved ones are still in those ruins."

"I have to go there no matter what."

His eyes were bloodshot, and his stubbornness gave the driver a jolt.

The driver stopped trying to persuade him and opened the car door.

"Get on, the road is bumpy, hang in there."

The van roared to life, speeding towards the earthquake zone in the south.

Outside the car window, city buildings rushed past.

Lin Ping leaned against the cold car window, his internal organs still aching faintly.

The final scene of the battle kept replaying in my mind.

He opened up a barrier of light, protecting the four women behind him, and single-handedly withstood the devastating blow.

They were clearly inside the safety barrier at the time and should have been unharmed.

Why was I the only one in the whole world who was rescued?

Zhu Xiaohan, Wanyue, Alu, Shen Aoxue, where are you?

Countless speculations surged in his mind, and panic, like an icy tide, overwhelmed him again and again.

Two hours later.

The bread truck slowly drove into the core disaster area.

As soon as I got off the bus, a strong smell of dust, blood, and rain hit me hard.

Looking around, the former hillside villa area has been transformed into a huge ruin.

The earth cracked open with jagged, pitch-black fissures, their depths unfathomable.

The ground was littered with collapsed buildings, broken steel bars, and piles of rubble.

Rescue workers rushed back and forth, their shouts, the cries of the injured, and the heart-wrenching sobs of their loved ones echoing across the land.

Many trapped people were stuck at the edge of the crevice, crying out for help.

Lin Ping stood there, trembling slightly.

This is the human world after that eternal battle of supreme beings.

In the eyes of the powerful beings of the heavens, it was merely a clash.

But when it falls into the mundane world, it becomes a devastating natural disaster.

Billions of pounds of energy leaked out, tearing the earth apart, destroying houses, and taking the lives of countless ordinary people.

In the past, when he ascended to the pinnacle of all heavens and held the power of life and death, all he saw were the laws of the starry river and the gods and demons of all realms.

Now that he has fallen to the mortal realm, he has witnessed firsthand the devastating suffering that battles between supreme beings can inflict on weak mortals.

A heavy sense of guilt pressed down on his chest.

If he had had a different choice back then...

But if the Heavenly Dao Lord had blocked that fatal attack, the entire hundred-mile territory would have been annihilated.

If we ignore it, millions of lives will be reduced to ashes in an instant.

There is no third way.

Lin Ping closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the dusty air.

Now is not the time for self-blame.

Finding the four women is my only obsession right now.

He limped into the ruins, his legs heavy.

With every step I took, the location of the fracture in my body caused excruciating pain.

The gauze was already soaked with blood and stuck to the skin.

Ignoring the surprised looks from the rescue workers around him, he moved between the makeshift disaster relief tents.

One after another.

Tents for the care of the slightly injured, tents for the care of the elderly and children, and temporary medical tents.

Lin Ping lifted the tent flaps one by one, his gaze quickly sweeping over each face.

The tents were overcrowded, filled with wounded people.

But Zhu Xiaohan was not there.

There is no late moon.

There is no Alu.

There was no Shen Aoxue either.

After searching once, they still found nothing.

Lin Ping's heart sank lower and lower.

A rescue worker covered in mud saw him looking distraught and kindly offered him words of comfort.

"Brother, are you looking for someone? All the lightly injured are gathered here. If you can't find them, I'm afraid... you'll have to check the temporary morgue over there."

The rescue team pointed to a vacant flat area to the east of the ruins.

Lin Ping shuddered violently.

A bone-chilling cold shot up my spine and straight to the top of my head.

He dared not think about the outcome, but at this moment he had no other choice.

Thank you.

He uttered two words in a low voice, turned around, and walked with difficulty toward the flat ground.

The entire open space was simply divided into areas using waterproof tarpaulins.

The bodies, covered with white sheets, were neatly arranged on the muddy ground.

An inescapable aura of death permeated the air.

The sky had darkened without anyone noticing.

slam-la-

A sudden downpour of cold rain fell from the sky.

Large raindrops pounded down, washing away the pebbles and mud, and soaking Lin Ping's thin clothes.

Rainwater streamed down his forehead, indistinguishable between rain and cold sweat.

Lin Ping walked forward step by step, his gaze quickly sweeping over the bodies covered with white sheets.

His hands trembled slightly, and with each piece of white cloth he lifted, his heart clenched painfully.

One, two, three...

None of them.

Just then, he suddenly stopped walking.

Not far away, rainwater washed away a corner of a white cloth.

A familiar figure lay quietly in the cold mud.

Dressed in black, his clothes were soaked with dark red blood, and his long hair was disheveled and soaked in the muddy rain.

It was Shen Aoxue!

"Proud Snow!!"

Lin Ping's pupils suddenly contracted, and with a roar, he no longer cared about the excruciating pain all over his body.

He disregarded everything and staggered and ran over.

His fractured right leg was suddenly subjected to force, and a sharp pain shot straight to his brain. He twisted his ankle and fell heavily into the mud.

His palm scraped hard against the gravel, instantly cutting him, and blood mixed with the cold rainwater flowed everywhere.

But he felt no pain in his hands and crawled forward through the mud and water using both his hands and feet.

He lunged to Shen Aoxue's side, his trembling fingers reaching towards her neck.

The instant your fingertips touch it.

A faint, almost nonexistent pulse beat gently.

Still alive!

Shen Aoxue is still clinging to life!

Overwhelming joy mixed with boundless heartache instantly struck Lin Ping's mind.

But at this moment, he is no longer the supreme being who defied the Dao.

With his cultivation completely dissipated and his Dao foundation shattered, he was unable to unleash any of those supreme divine abilities that could bring the dead back to life.

Fortunately, some memories of his past life remained deep within his soul.

The acupressure first aid techniques used by ordinary people are still etched in my mind.

Lin Ping immediately and gently helped Shen Aoxue's upper body up, letting her lean against him.

The cold, heavy rain relentlessly washed over the two of them.

He stretched out his hands, his fingertips precisely landing on several key acupoints on Shen Aoxue's body for emergency treatment.

Apply pressure with your fingertips and tap quickly.

One acupoint, two acupoints, three acupoints!

Stimulate the blocked Qi and blood, forcibly awakening her bodily functions that were on the verge of dormancy.

Once, twice, three times.

A moment later.

Shen Aoxue, who was in his arms, suddenly convulsed violently.

"Cough...cough cough cough!!"

She vomited large mouthfuls of murky rainwater mixed with blood.

Long eyelashes trembled heavily.

She slowly, very slowly, opened her dim eyes.

With blurred vision, the first thing that came into view was Lin Ping, who was soaking wet and covered in mud and blood.

"My husband..."

Shen Aoxue's lips were dry, cracked, and white, and her voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz.

The moment she saw Lin Ping, her previously unfocused gaze suddenly sharpened.

Having survived the ordeal, we suddenly met again.

Lin Ping held her tightly in his arms, raindrops hitting his cheek, his eyes red-rimmed.

"Aoxue, I'm here."

I've found you.

Shen Aoxue was severely injured, with multiple broken bones and the lingering poison from the old Dao still eroding her meridians.

The sudden, supreme power that had forcibly teleported the four women caused the spatial barrier to shatter midway through their journey.

Zhu Xiaohan, Wanyue, and Alu were safely transported to an ancient temple deep in the mountains.

Only Shen Aoxue was thrown out by the impact of the spatial tear and fell into the ruins of the great battle. She was seriously injured and unconscious, and remained buried under the rubble.

She was not protected by the supreme power and suffered the devastating blow of the spatial tear alone.

At this very moment of their brief reunion.

Three footsteps slowly drifted over from the heavy rain.

Three men dressed in black combat uniforms with a strange black star embroidered on their cuffs slowly approached through the puddles.

There were three people in total, all exuding powerful auras, clearly not ordinary mortals.

They were secret agents from beyond the realm, sent to the mortal world by the shadowy forces behind the scheme.

The shadowy figure had calculated that Lin Ping, whose cultivation had been completely destroyed, would definitely come to the ruins to search for his lover.

So he dispatched his men to this place, intending to eliminate the fallen supreme being on the spot.

The leader, a dark-faced man, fixed his gaze on the two people embracing in the mud, a cruel sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

Rainwater washed the mud off his face.

"Hahaha, this is truly rare. The supreme rebel Lin Ping, who once shook the heavens, has now fallen to such a state."

"His cultivation has been completely reduced to zero, making him no different from an ant."

"After going through countless hardships, I finally found my wife. It's truly touching."