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Ye Hongli sat on a soft sofa, gently stroking her noticeably protruding belly with one hand, her face radiating a maternal glow that she had never had before and had never imagined, a glow that was almost sacred.

She turned her head to look at Qin Le, who was carefully cutting fruit at the open kitchen counter, and said in a voice so gentle it could melt your heart, "Qin Le, what do you think... we should name our child?"

"Well... I haven't decided yet. Do you have any names you like?"

Qin Le walked over with an exquisite fruit platter filled with fresh fruit, sat down next to her, and naturally picked up a piece with a fork and held it to her lips, her smile warm and bright.

"How about we name him 'Qin An'?" Ye Hongli opened her mouth to eat some fruit, her eyes full of longing. "I don't ask for anything extraordinary from our child; I just wish for him to live a peaceful and smooth life."

"Sure," Qin Le nodded with a smile, his eyes so tender they could melt her heart. "It's a great name, I really like it."

Pfft—!

The cold, demonic spear tip, wreathed in destructive energy, pierced through Ye Hongli's left chest without any resistance and emerged from her back!

Blood gushed out instantly, staining the illusory hem of the garment.

Ye Hongli groaned, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

But her eyes showed no trace of the confusion of being lost in illusions; only a chilling killing intent that seemed to freeze her entire sea of ​​consciousness, as she stared intently at the inner demon that was right next to her, exactly like herself.

A pierced heart is not a fatal wound to the embodiment of will.

But the scene she had just witnessed—discussing the child's name with Qin Le, a scene filled with the warmth of home and expectations for the future—brought her an extreme sense of nausea and disgust that was far more unbearable than the gunshot wound.

That weak, dependent, and contented state of being was one of the forms of existence that Ye Hongli hated and despised the most.

"Why didn't you use this 'method' before?" Her voice was hoarse, filled with suppressed anger and disgust.

"Useful cards should naturally be saved for crucial moments, shouldn't they?"

The inner demon revealed a cruel smile of triumph as he slowly withdrew his spear, leaving a trail of blood.

In this confrontation, the pain and injuries are incredibly real.

"It seems... I underestimated you." Ye Hongli's eyes were gloomy, filled with resentment at being fooled.

She had overcome her inner demons relatively easily in the past, which made her subconsciously underestimate them, thinking they were nothing special.

Unexpectedly, the opponent had been concealing their strengths and making strategic moves from the very beginning, waiting for this decisive moment.

"You and I are almost no different." The inner demon's smile grew increasingly cruel, filled with an all-knowing mockery: "And what makes you think... 'yourself' is weak?"

"..."

Ye Hongli fell silent.

The inner demon is right.

They were originally one, sharing almost entirely their strength, mindset, memories, and methods.

She underestimated her inner demons, and in a sense, she underestimated herself. She hadn't expected that her inner demons' forbearance and scheming would be so profound.

And she instantly understood why her inner demon dared to go all out at this moment.

Because the Dharma Source Stele is sacred!

Previously, she was tasked with an undercover mission and still had some value to the spirit of the Fayuan Stele.

If she shows signs of defeat during her inner demon tribulation, the spirit of the Dharma Source Stele is very likely to intervene and protect her as a pawn.

But now that the traitor's stronghold has been destroyed, her value as an undercover agent is almost negligible. To the spirit of the Fayuan Stele, her life or death may no longer matter.

Even if she is consumed and replaced by her inner demons, the spirit of the Dharma Source Stele may still stand by and watch indifferently.

As for whether the spirit of the Dharma Source Stele will clean house after being devoured by the inner demons?

I am not afraid of inner demons.

Having broken through to the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, Ye Hongli, regardless of who was in charge, had enough confidence to escape from the wisp of the spirit of the Dharma Source Stele.

With all these factors combined, the inner demon finally tore off all its disguises, revealing its fangs, ready to devour and replace her indecisive main personality at this moment!

"Trying to replace me... won't be that easy!" Ye Hongli's voice was icy, cutting off all distracting thoughts.

Before she finished speaking, she had already drawn up her demonic energy, disregarded the wound on her chest, and fiercely thrust her spear at her inner demon once again!

Even if she is seriously injured or at a disadvantage, she will never sit idly by and wait for death.

"A dying struggle." The inner demon sneered, raising his gun to meet the attack.

In her view, the outcome of this battle was already decided, and Ye Hongli's resistance was merely adding a bit more interest to the process of devouring.

Most of the hour passed in an extremely fierce battle.

Under the relentless onslaught of inner demons and the relentless attacks of the warm illusions targeting her weaknesses, coupled with the real assault of the demonic spear, Ye Hongli's mental avatar was covered in wounds, with more than a dozen bloody holes in its body, and its aura was weak and feeble.

The inner demon was not unscathed either, bearing six hideous wounds on its body, and the flow of demonic energy was slightly sluggish.

In the later stages, Ye Hongli's resistance to that blissful illusion grew stronger and stronger, making it almost impossible to shake her mind. Her inner demons had no choice but to turn into a head-on confrontation.

Fortunately, the advantages accumulated by the inner demon in the early stages were significant enough.

At this moment, she carried the demonic spear and walked step by step toward Ye Hongli, who was kneeling on the ground, barely able to support herself by using the spear as a support.

"Don't worry," the inner demon smiled victoriously, his palm swirling with demonic energy, forming a slowly rotating black vortex that devoured everything. "That 'toy' you've been longing for... I'll give it a good 'taste' for you."

She reached out and grabbed Ye Hongli's head, intending to completely devour and merge her soul and consciousness.

However, Ye Hongli, on the verge of death, slowly raised her head, a strange and crazed smile on her face, a smile that refused to admit defeat, with blood dripping from the corner of her mouth:

"Cough...aren't you getting a little too excited?"

Upon seeing that smile, alarm bells rang in the heart of the inner demon, and an ominous premonition was poured over him like ice water!

Ignoring everything else, she thrust her demonic spear forward, determined to deliver the final blow to Ye Hongli!

But, in the next instant—

An indescribable, vast, and terrifying power descended without warning, pressing the inner demon firmly to the ground, rendering it unable to move!

Almost simultaneously, Ye Hongli on the opposite side also let out a muffled groan, as she was also forcefully pressed to the ground by the same force, unable to even lift a finger.

"Are you insane?! You actually... swallowed the 'Power of the Great Dao' from outside?!" The inner demon was pinned to the ground, both shocked and furious, letting out a near-collapsed roar.

She instantly understood what Ye Hongli had done—this madwoman had actually forcibly devoured and guided a wisp of the Saintly Dao power that remained in the ruins of the Holy War, power that even the spirit of the Law Source Stele had warned against touching, into her sea of ​​consciousness!

That's a destructive energy that they absolutely cannot withstand right now!

In order to avoid being consumed by her inner demons, Ye Hongli actually chose this extreme method of mutual destruction!

To the inner demon, this was utter madness and incomprehensible!

"Cough... Heh heh..." Ye Hongli's face was half-pressed on the ground, coughing up blood, yet she was still laughing, her eyes filled with a pure, chilling madness: "I told you... your inner demons are even less insane than mine... Now, do you believe me?"

"Madman! You're a complete madman!" the inner demon screamed in despair.

She recalled the words Ye Hongli had said to her when she first manifested before Ye Hongli—"This is the inner demon? When it comes to madness, you're not as strong as me."

At the time, she dismissed it as mere boasting.

Only now did she truly understand that Ye Hongli's personality, in terms of madness and ruthlessness, had already surpassed her own inner demon!

In order not to lose, she was truly willing to gamble away and destroy her own existence!

"Say whatever you want..."

Ye Hongli managed to utter a few words, but before she could finish, her eyes quickly glazed over, and she completely lost consciousness and fainted.

Forcibly drawing in and enduring the backlash of that wisp of Dao power had exceeded the limits of her soul at this moment.

"No—!!!" The inner demon let out its final, unwilling roar.

Above them, the wisp of Dao power that Ye Hongli had guided in with a secret technique, radiating an immortal and indestructible golden light, trembled slightly like an enraged whip of the Heavenly Dao, and swept down towards the two suppressed consciousnesses below.

Pure, supreme level of annihilation power.

The manifestation of the inner demon's will was unable to even struggle, and it melted silently in the golden light, like ice and snow under the scorching sun, and was then purified and annihilated by the power of the Great Dao.

Just as the destructive golden light was about to touch the unconscious soul of Ye Hongli—

hum!

A faint golden halo appeared outside her shattered soul, quickly spreading to form a thin, yet incredibly resilient, light membrane that firmly protected her weakened soul.

laugh--!

The aftershocks of the golden light swept across the light membrane, creating violent ripples. The light membrane flickered, but ultimately did not break, barely managing to block this fatal blow.

However, Ye Hongli's soul was also severely damaged as a result, and her aura became extremely weak, like a candle flickering in the wind.

A palm-sized spirit of the Dharma Source Stele quietly appeared beside Ye Hongli's unconscious soul.

It gazed at the gruesome soul, which it had barely managed to save, and then at the dissipating power of the Great Dao returning to the sea of ​​consciousness. After a long silence, it finally let out a sigh, a mixture of helplessness, reproach, and a barely perceptible hint of emotion:

"What a... reckless girl."