The Demon King is back, leading adorable kids on an adventure around the world!

The four clan leaders of the Demon Realm transformed into their true forms: a five-clawed golden dragon, a fire phoenix, a nine-colored unicorn, and a nine-tailed fox, which flew into the gate of light in turn.

The Elf Queen, the brothers Hammer and Anvil, the three elders of the Orc race, the Great Elder of the Giant race, and Di Yuan also entered the portal one after another.

Xiao Jin and Xiao Qing transformed into human form and limped into the portal.

Nannan, Qiqi, Qianqian, and Xiaoxiao followed behind.

Although the small Tree of Life was dim, its emerald-gold light still enveloped everyone.

The old man of the Heavenly Dao stood beside the gate of light, leaning on his wooden cane. Only after everyone had gone inside did he turn to look at Xiao Nian Nian and Di Yao.

"Niannian, Diyao, it's time to go."

"Okay." Xiao Niannian nodded and turned to look at Di Yao.

"Sister Di Yao, let's go."

Di Yao took one last look at the fading darkness.

The darkness had retreated to the far distance, leaving only the last ray of light struggling on.

The starlight shone on the void that was once shrouded in darkness, illuminating everything.

Di Yao's lips curled up slightly, then she turned and followed Xiao Niannian into the portal.

The portal slowly closed behind them, and the golden light dissipated into the starry sky.

The void that had been occupied by the Daoist for countless epochs has finally returned to peace.

The starlight shone quietly, the star breeze blew quietly, and everything seemed as if it had never happened.

Behind the Zhan Tian Immortal Sect, a portal lit up in the plaza.

As everyone emerged from the portal, the remaining cultivators came to greet them.

The disciples, elders, rogue cultivators, and sect representatives who remained behind all had tears in their eyes when they saw everyone covered in blood.

But what they saw even more was the gaze of the crowd, a gaze filled with weariness and pain, but above all, the joy of victory.

"You won?"

An elder who remained asked in a trembling voice.

"We won." Luo Tian nodded. "Dao Zun is dead."

There was a moment of silence in the square, then a deafening cheer erupted.

Tens of thousands of cultivators cheered simultaneously, their voices like a mountain roar and a tsunami echoing over the Battle Heaven Immortal Sect for a long time.

The disciples who remained rushed forward and helped their injured companions up one by one.

Some disciples handed healing pills to Zhang Tianzheng, some brought spiritual spring water to Li Daoran's lips, and some handed clean strips of cloth to Ye Qianxue to bandage her wounds.

The peak master of the Medicine Peak of the Zhan Tian Immortal Sect led dozens of alchemists into the crowd, distributing bottles of healing pills to everyone.

When Xiao Nian Nian walked out of the portal, Xiao Xiao was already waiting at the door.

Xiao Xiao rushed forward and hugged Xiao Niannian tightly. The emerald-gold light enveloped Xiao Niannian, helping her recover from the damage to her body.

"Little Miss, Niannian is back." Little Niannian patted her small back.

"Mmm." Xiao Xiao nodded, without saying anything, just holding her.

Her hair turned from dark green to gray-white, a sign of her life force being depleted, but she didn't care.

Although her Tree of Life was dim, it was still slowly turning, channeling wisps of life force into Xiao Niannian's body.

Di Yao stepped out of the portal, her long, deep purple hair swaying gently in the morning breeze.

She stood before the ancient tree on the back hill, which had grown to a height of three zhang (approximately 10 meters), watching the silvery-green leaves rustle in the wind, a faint smile on her lips.

"You're back." Di Yuan stepped out from the crowd and stood beside her.

"Hmm." Di Yao nodded, reaching out to stroke the trunk of the ancient tree. "Brother, Dao Zun is dead."

"I know."

Di Yuan looked at her, a hint of a smile in his deep purple eyes.

"You did it."

"I didn't do it."

Di Yao shook her head and turned to look at Xiao Niannian, who was surrounded by the crowd.

"It was Niannian who did it; she's better than me."

Di Yuan followed her gaze and saw that Xiao Niannian was surrounded by Xiao Jin, Xiao Qing, Nannan, Qiqi, Qianqian, and Xiao Xiao, chattering away.

Little Gold's golden dragon scales were covered with cracks, and one of its horns was broken off, but its dragon eyes remained bright.

Xiaoqing's dragon tail was reduced to a small section, and she walked with a limp, but she still kept talking.

Nannan had a cold expression on her face, and the Phoenix Wings were tucked behind her back, making the flames much dimmer.

Qiqi huddled in the corner, her nine-colored Qilin armor cracked with more than ten lines, listening quietly.

Qianqian's six fox tails hung limply, but a hint of a smile graced her foxy face.

Although the small Tree of Life was dim, its emerald-gold light still enveloped everyone.

Luo Tian and Luo Yao stood to the side, looking at Xiao Niannian with smiles on their faces.

Ye Qianxue and Li Mengmeng were sitting on a rock nearby, inspecting the Xuanyuan Sword and the remaining flying swords.

Zhang Tianzheng and Li Daoran leaned against a pillar, panting heavily.

The three Demon Abyss brothers slumped to the ground, their dark golden demonic energy slowly circulating, repairing the damage they had sustained in the battle.

The four clan leaders of the demon realm transformed into human form and each found a place to sit cross-legged and meditate.

The Elf Queen, the brothers Hammer and Anvil, the three elders of the Orc race, and the Great Elder of the Giant race—everyone is still alive.

"She is indeed stronger than you," Di Yuan said calmly.

"But she is just like you, a Chaos Dao Body. You are the same."

Di Yao turned her head and glanced at him, a hint of a smile flashing in her deep purple pupils.

"Brother, you've changed. You wouldn't have said such things ten thousand years ago."

"I couldn't say it ten thousand years ago," Di Yuan nodded, "but ten thousand years later, I've learned it."

Di Yao smiled and didn't say anything more.

She withdrew her hand from the ancient tree and turned to walk into the crowd.

Di Yuan followed behind her, his long, deep purple hair swaying gently in the morning breeze.

The ancient trees on the back hill stretched out their silvery-green leaves in the morning light, rustling softly in the breeze.

The small Tree of Life stood quietly beside it, its emerald-gold and silver-green light intertwining, enveloping the entire back mountain in a rich life force.

The cheers of tens of thousands of people in the square gradually subsided, replaced by a quiet joy.

Everyone knows that the last enemy in that great war ten thousand years ago is finally dead.

From now on, no one will ever attack Earth again.

Xiao Niannian peeked out from the crowd and waved to Di Yao.

Di Yao smiled slightly at her, then turned and walked towards the back mountain.

"Sister Di Yao, where are you going?" Xiao Niannian called out.

"Go and see that ancient tree," Di Yao replied without turning her head.

"While you're at it, think about where to plant the first flower."

Little Niannian watched her retreating figure, her big eyes curving into crescents.

She turned to look at Luo Tian, ​​who was looking down at her with a slight smile on his lips.

"Dad, Niannian did it!" Little Niannian said earnestly.

"Mm." Luo Tian crouched down and hugged her. "You did it."