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

"Isn't this how you bullied them just now?"

Xu Nanyi raised her hand, her slender fingers moving slightly.

The seven pagoda rings appeared in the sky above the ghost immortal as if by teleportation. Golden light suddenly shone, and the power of merit poured down like a waterfall, condensing into a dazzling cage that imprisoned him in place.

The moment the golden light fell on him, the bluish-purple skin sizzled as if it had been branded with a red-hot iron, and the skin rotted and peeled off at a visible speed, revealing the writhing black flesh underneath.

"Aaaaaahh ...

The ghostly immortal screamed in agony, its face contorted beyond recognition. The wound that split from the corner of its mouth to its ear opened and closed repeatedly, and its forked tongue twitched wildly, slapping the ground and splattering blood.

"Kill me! Kill me! Go ahead and kill me if you dare! Hahaha! You won't dare, you won't dare!"

He tilted his head back, his pomegranate-colored eyes fixed on the red figure in mid-air, black breath billowing from his mouth.

"Even the mighty...Lord of the Nine Netherworlds...is nothing more than this!"

A cold smile, completely out of place with her young age, appeared on Xu Nanyi's face.

"Killing you is just a matter of a thought. What's more interesting than making you wish you were dead?"

Before she finished speaking, she stood in mid-air and pressed her fingertips down hard.

The six small rings detached from the main body and transformed into six golden blades as thin as willow leaves, slicing down through the air!

Puff puff puff puff puff!

The six muffled thuds almost overlapped.

The golden blade pierced through the ghost immortal's limbs, heart, and head with pinning him firmly to the ground.

The seventh pagoda ring followed closely behind, crashing down like a giant hammer. With a deafening roar, it slammed him a hundred meters into the ground, sending debris flying and the surface collapsing into a deep, circular pit tens of feet in diameter.

At the bottom of the pit, the vengeful spirit's limbs and head had been completely separated, its remains scattered everywhere, and its bluish-black blood soaked the soil, hissing and emitting black smoke.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!"

The mutilated head had its mouth open, its tongue trembling, and its eyes were still open, burning with boundless hatred in its pupils.

"Nine Netherworlds! You just wait! When the Heavenly Gates open, your death will be upon you—!"

Xu Nanyi looked down at the twisted head at the bottom of the pit, a cold smile curving her lips. "Stubborn to the end."

She clenched her little fist gently.

boom!

The mangled body at the bottom of the pit, along with its skull, exploded, turning into a cloud of gray-blue smoke and dust. It was swept away by the golden light of merit and completely dissipated into the world.

however--

At the very moment the Ghost Immortal fell, the entire Demon City seemed to awaken a giant beast, emitting a muffled tremor.

Those demons parasitized by the Ghost Mist Flower, those "shells" scattered throughout the ruins, hidden in the beams of houses, and lurking in the shadows of dark alleys, all erupted at the same moment!

"boom--!"

The roof of a half-collapsed house on the east side exploded open, and a dark figure burst out from under the tiles!

"Splash—!"

The windows of shops along the street shattered simultaneously, and more than a dozen twisted human figures rushed out of the windows!

A series of muffled thuds came from underground. Those buried in the ruins, those crushed under the rubble, and even those corpses that seemed to be dead for a long time all exploded, and dark, eerie shadows burst out from the broken flesh!

Xu Nanyi was surrounded by eerie shadows in the center, watching as black shadows rushed in from all directions. The corrupted souls roared and stretched out their withered claws, wishing they could tear her apart and devour her.

She simply chuckled and snapped her fingers.

"Snapped!"

Xu Nanyi's voice wasn't loud, but it pierced through the entire city of Shanghai, reaching the depths of every corrupted soul.

"Shed this filthy body, return to the land of peace... my faithful subjects."

That moment.

Tens of thousands of demons' chests exploded simultaneously!

Those bodies parasitized by the eerie mist flowers and possessed by the eerie immortals who crossed the heavens had their hearts burst, and black blood gushed out everywhere!

However, when the blood gushed into the air, it suddenly froze, and then all the black blood turned into red lotus petals that fluttered all over the sky.

One by one, the petals, bright red and glistening with blood, drifted slowly down from mid-air.

Once it lands on the ground, it takes root.

As one petal falls, a red lotus sprouts from the earth! As a thousand petals fall, a thousand red lotuses bloom like a sea!

In just a few breaths, the entire ground of the magical city was transformed into a boundless sea of ​​red lotus flowers.

The vibrant red blooms amidst the ruins and broken walls, bursting forth among the rubble and broken bricks, surrounding the red figure suspended in mid-air, like a magnificent scroll painted with blood as ink and soul as paper.

Xu Nanyi opened her arms, palms facing up, and closed her eyes slightly.

"Thief of Heaven, Crimson Lotus Devours Souls—Burn!"

Petals fell like rain.

Countless red lotus petals fell from the sky, landing on those corrupted souls.

It ignites upon contact.

The translucent, crystal-clear crimson karmic fire did not burn the body, but went straight into the three souls and seven spirits.

The karmic fire penetrated deep into the soul, precisely biting into the remnants of the monstrous immortals that parasitized within!

"squeak--!"

Those eerie immortal souls that had crossed the heavens let out sharp screams as they were forcibly forced out of the demonic bodies. As soon as they appeared, countless red lotuses swarmed towards them like a swarm of sharks smelling blood!

Engulfed by karmic fire, it burns through the spirit, consuming all sins.

Wisps of blue smoke rose from the red lotus bushes, twisting and dissipating into the night sky—the last traces of the eerie immortals.

And what about the demon souls that were parasitized?

The karmic fire of the red lotus is also burning them.

The soul became transparent, not because it had perished, but because its sins had been stripped away.

The karmic fire, like a clear spring, washes away the filth and resentment that had been forcibly instilled in them, and their souls gradually become clear, like newborn infants.

Some people huddled in the fire, some trembled in the fire, but many more opened their eyes in the fire.

The chaos and madness in his eyes faded little by little, replaced by bewilderment, clarity, and liberation.

The ground of the entire city was filled with kneeling, purified souls.

Densely packed, boundless, from the east to the west of the city, from the ruins to the foot of broken walls, every soul looked up at the young red figure in mid-air.

Standing in mid-air, her black hair flying, her red dress as red as blood, surrounded by golden halos, the huge female phantom behind her had not yet dissipated, overlapping with her, majestic as a god, compassionate as a Buddha.

The spirits instinctively lowered their heads, bent over, and bowed to her.

Like all rivers flowing into the sea.

Like stars gazing at the moon.

"May our Emperor forgive us—"

The first voice rang out, hoarse yet devout.

"You Emperor Tianshou——!"

The second, the third, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands!

Like waves surging in layer upon layer, the scattered sounds merged into a deep roar, and then the roar merged into a deafening wave, making the entire city of Shanghai tremble in the sound.

"May our Emperor forgive—Emperor You's long life—!"

"May our Emperor forgive—Emperor You's long life—!"

"May our Emperor forgive—Emperor You's long life—!"

The sound waves rolled on and on, echoing among the ruins, under the night sky, and on the backs of countless souls who bowed their heads in devout worship.

Xu Nanyi stood in mid-air, her red dress fluttering in the wind.

She lowered her eyes, looking at the boundless sea of ​​red lotus flowers at her feet, and at the thousands of subjects kneeling in the sea of ​​flowers, her young face expressionless.

The slight curve at the corner of her lips was almost imperceptible.