I inherited my husband's divine position

Chapter 918 Sitting down
The shattering of the divine realm foreshadows the fall of the gods.

Heaven and earth seemed to mourn and groan in unison.

The night did not disappear with the end of the war of gods; instead, it grew even darker.

The ground collapsed, the earth's crust shifted, and chaotic energy filled the air, permeated with a violent and destructive aura.

All living things perished in this apocalyptic event.

Ultimately, they became sacrifices in the struggle between the gods.

A slender hand removed the bronze mask.

The ghostly performance representing the identity and power of the Yin God shattered in the fair palm, flowing away like quicksand through the gaps between the fingers.

The Night Wanderer Dies.

But the human king Mi is still alive in August.

The divine retribution for blasphemy did not affect Mi Bayue.

A figure appeared beside her; it was Mi Feixue.

She opened her mouth to say something to Mi Bayue, but then she heard a noisy murmur.

The sounds that others couldn't understand, or even that would corrupt and mutate if they did, were nothing more than noise to Mi Feixue.

"Hahahaha, Yang Shen and Ye You Shen are both dead."

"The mortal world will fall into the underworld, and everything is me..."

The meaning of these cryptic murmurs, translated into Mi Feixue's mind, told her to draw her bow and shoot without hesitation.

The pitch-black arrow seemed to have a teleportation function, accurately striking the vessel of the Yin spirit who had just claimed to possess everything, sending the Yin spirit's consciousness back to the Yin realm.

At this moment, the energy of heaven and earth was in chaos. To the astonishment of the Yin God who had been repelled, with the fall of the Night Wanderer, the underground passage not only failed to remove the restrictions set by the Night Wanderer, but was also completely cut off.

They were unaware that every underground passage leading to the mortal world used the Night Wanderer's Realm as a transit point. Now that the Night Wanderer's Realm has been destroyed, the transit point is naturally gone as well.

As expected, after the Night Wanderer and the Yang God perished together, the Yin Gods, who were reaping the benefits, were dumbfounded.

The underground caves were blocked, the mortal world was destroyed, and the human race suffered greatly.

Does this mean the Yin spirit won?

If it were the spirits of ten years ago, they might have regarded this scene as a victory.

However, the Yin spirits, who have been subtly trained by the Night Wanderer for ten years, now have mixed feelings.

What's the point of winning in this mortal world that's even more boring than the underworld?
Aside from the fact that the death of the Yang spirit made the Yin spirit feel a little better, there was no other benefit.

The strange creatures left behind in the mortal world began to wreak havoc amidst the chaos.

The spirit vessels still in the mortal realm immediately issued divine commands, ordering them not to harm the remaining humans, especially the dozen or so humanoid cave anchor points.

Although the Night Wanderer's Domain transfer station was destroyed, the underground passage is still there, and the Yin Gods still have hope for future repairs—they certainly wouldn't have thought of these things or considered repairs before, which shows that the Night Wanderer's training was successful.

Meanwhile, the humanoid cave anchors that the Yin Gods were eyeing woke up along with the other humans in Linghuazhai.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the apocalyptic scene, their minds blank.

They had no memory of their slumber, and for some reason, were not surprised by the scene.

It was as if, in a deep sleep, the boundless soul drifted like a newborn infant, wandering between heaven and earth and witnessing all of this. But the infant did not understand what all of this represented, nor did it record any fragments; it was merely an instinctive sense of fear and unease.

An indescribable grief and bewilderment spread through everyone's hearts.

They stood frozen in place.

The sky and the earth were pitch black.

It felt like an eternal night.

Only the land where the roots of the Spiritual Rhinoceros intertwined stood firm during this catastrophe, becoming the last ark for the remaining human race.

No one knows whether the catastrophe will continue to worsen indefinitely, or what will become of them.

Swish, swish, swish——

The petals and leaves of the Spirit Blossom swayed violently under the impact of the raging energy.

The throne holders were the first to be awakened by the sound. At that moment, they acted in perfect unison, without needing to communicate.

The grudges between the Yin and Yang lineages, and the hatred between individuals, were all stranded under the catastrophe.

Everyone worked together to protect this pure land under the wrath of heaven.

No matter how the world outside collapses, the area covered by the spiritual light is always enveloped in spiritual light. Every time it is about to go out, another kind of spiritual light replenishes it, giving people a sense of resilience, like a candle in the wind, which may go out at any time but never goes out.

Even the lowest-ranking spirit particle in the spiritual master world does its utmost to contribute its pitifully small amount of spiritual energy.

Elixirs, magical artifacts... generously shared with those who are exhausted.

Regardless of their past character or nature, at this moment they are simply 'human beings'.

The pressure from Tianwei left them all unable to think of anything else; their only thought was to work together to survive.

One person has fallen, but there is still one more.

Silent perseverance.

There wasn't a single word of encouragement between them, nor a single cry of despair.

Another bolt of crimson lightning struck the spiritual shield of Dian Lingxi.

"Pfft." Su Yaoguang spat out a mouthful of blood.

A scroll of ink painting covers the fallen, radiant star-like giant.

Su Yaoguang opened his mouth as if to speak, but then closed it again.

She looked up, gazing intently at the sky, her pupils dilating, the stars swirling in her eyes. Then, as if seeing something, a burst of golden light suddenly flashed from her eyes. The light came too quickly and was too brief, leaving only two empty sockets.

She went blind.

The fallen star behemoth appeared behind her, its battered body riddled with craters, no longer possessing its former majestic grandeur.

He raised his only remaining arm and held Su Yaoguang in his palm.

Su Yaoguang closed his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep, and his aura disappeared without a trace.

As if sensing something, the Heavenly Throne trembled and abruptly turned to look at Su Yaoguang, his throat dry and hoarse, unable to utter a word.

He passed away peacefully in meditation.

Su Yaoguang passed away peacefully.

This is the most silent way for a throne to die, where the spirit and body perish together, without causing any impact on heaven and earth.

All the thrones that discovered Su Yaoguang's situation after the Heavenly Throne understood why Su Yaoguang did what he did.

In this situation, if the throne were to die in battle, no one could guarantee that at the moment of death, there wouldn't be a single negative emotion in his heart.

The current situation leaves no room for wishful thinking or the possibility of accidents.

When the throne is exhausted, the king can only pass away peacefully in meditation!
The ink painting scroll, too, did not last long before being shattered by the blows.

Du Shiru sat down on the spot, and after Su Yaoguang, he stopped breathing.

He was thin and wiry, and his simple gray clothes, which were no longer protected by spiritual energy, were blown to fit his body, making him look even thinner than a young man. He resembled an ordinary but resilient scholar, or a green bamboo growing in a rock.

His body, which had just passed away, was about to be blown over.

A shadowy figure materialized into a human form and supported him.

Shang Zhongsheng's lips twitched, a look that was both mocking and sighing.

The throne of the Yin lineage must not be trampled on by the earth after death.

Two kings passed away one after another, but the calamity did not stop.

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The Heavenly Throne suddenly left the spiritual barrier, using its body as a sword, and a thousand-meter-long beam of light pierced through the dark clouds, restoring light to the world for a moment.

Everyone thought the catastrophe was over.

Never before had I felt that the first light of day was so precious.