The spiritual energy was restored, and he became a mortal immortal in two days.

"this........"

The medical team leader hesitated, "Should we still go over there?"

"Going there to die?"

The vice-captain tugged at him, "Didn't you see that Pei Jianzun and Taiqing Patriarch both turned their heads? This is their business, let's wait."

In the center of the battlefield, Wu Minghuang cried for a long time before she slowly stopped.

She released Chen Xuan, but still clutched his sleeve, looking up at him with red, swollen eyes and a hoarse voice:

"So you acknowledge me now?"

Chen Xuan remained silent.

Wu Minghuang stared at him and said, word by word, "I know you are Chen Xiang, you are the Holy Master, you are the person I have been searching for for three hundred years."

You can't fool me.

"The reaction of the Heart Pact doesn't lie, the methods you used just now don't lie, and the way you looked at me doesn't lie."

Chen Xuan sighed softly, "So what if I know?"

"Not good."

Wu Minghuang wiped away her tears and suddenly smiled.

That smile was as bright as the rising sun, as radiant as a hundred flowers in bloom, carrying a ease and joy never before seen in three hundred years:

"I just knew it, my feeling was right. You are him, and he is you."

She paused, a sly glint in her eyes: "Sir, are you still going to pretend you don't know me?"

Seeing the expectation and trepidation in her eyes, Chen Xuan finally softened.

Why bother acknowledging each other?

He shifted his gaze to the distance. "Isn't it better to be strangers? You have your path to becoming an empress, and I have my path of cultivation. Let's not interfere with each other..."

"not good."

Wu Minghuang interrupted him, her voice firm:

"I have searched for you for three hundred years and waited for you for three hundred years, not to become 'unfamiliar old friends' with you."

She stepped forward, looked up at him, her eyes shining brightly:

"Chen Xuan, Chen Xiang, Holy Master, Teacher... No matter what your name is, no matter which incarnation you are."

"I, Wu Minghuang, do not wish to remain merely an old acquaintance with you."

These words were spoken so bluntly and frankly that they left everyone present stunned.

Taiqingzi blushed, coughed twice, and moved a little further away.

Pei Hanchuan's lips twitched slightly, and he simply closed his eyes to regulate his breathing—out of sight, out of mind.

The members of the Lingxiao medical team looked at each other, and some couldn't help but chuckle:

"Is the Empress confessing her love in public?"

"As expected of the Empress, so domineering!"

"But it seems the Holy Master is struggling to cope with this reaction?"

In the center of the battlefield, Chen Xuan was indeed struggling to hold his own.

He looked at the woman before him, her eyes burning with determination and showing no sign of backing down.

Suddenly I thought of the cultivation world.

Back then, she was just a little girl following behind him, always timidly calling him "sir," and blushing even if she looked at him too much.

She has changed, yet she hasn't.

What has changed is one's identity, cultivation, and demeanor.

What hasn't changed is this dedication.

"you........"

Chen Xuan was speechless for once, "Even after reincarnation, how come you're still like this..."

"What is this?"

Wu Minghuang raised an eyebrow, "So shameless? So presumptuous?"

She smiled, a smile that conveyed relief and ease.

"Sir, I have already died once."

"In my past life, I sat beside your golden statue of merit, and I was thinking of you when my soul was about to dissipate."

"If there is an afterlife, I will never wait foolishly again."

"I want to find you, to tell you that I love you, and I've always loved you."

She paused, then softened her voice:

"I don't want to have any regrets in this life."

Chen Xuan looked at her for a long time, and finally sighed softly:

"Whatever you want."

Neither agreed nor refused.

But a dazzling light burst forth in Wu Minghuang's eyes.

She understood her husband; when he said "whatever you want," it meant he acquiesced, he indulged her, and he gave her a chance.

Wu Minghuang took Chen Xuan's arm, about to lead him away from this blood-stained land.

Taiqingzi and Pei Hanchuan also prepared to set off.

With the four villains eliminated and the main force of the Southern Frontier demon race basically wiped out, the remaining cleanup work can be left to the disciples of Lingxiao and Taiqing Temple.

"Let's go, this place is filthy, we shouldn't stay any longer."

Wu Minghuang said softly, "There is a spiritual spring in Zhennan Pass that can cleanse evil energy."

Chen Xuan stopped in his tracks.

His gaze swept across the surroundings, settling on the depths of the blood-soaked swamp, his eyes turning slightly cold:

"You guys go first."

Wu Minghuang was taken aback: "The Holy Master isn't leaving?"

Taiqingzi and Pei Hanchuan also cast puzzled glances at them.

Chen Xuan turned and looked towards the thickest darkness in the center of the swamp, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable chill:

"Those who bullied me, this is the end..."

He paused, then said, word by word:

"That's too cheap for the demon race."

Wu Minghuang's eyes lit up, and a bright smile appeared on her lips—it seemed her master was going to avenge her.

Taiqingzi and Pei Hanchuan exchanged a glance, both seeing seriousness in each other's eyes. Did the Holy Master mean... the demon race had a backup plan?

The Lingxiao medical team members also stopped and looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Does the demon race... have other methods?"

"With all four villains dead, what else could there be?"

"Wait, look at the middle of the swamp!"

Everyone followed Chen Xuan's gaze.

Suddenly, the surface of the water began to churn in the darkest depths of the swamp.

It wasn't moved by the wind, nor was it shaken by the aftershocks of the battle; it surged upwards from within!

"Glug... Glug..."

Bubbles rose densely, and when they burst, they released an intensely dense, eerie aura.

The demonic aura was no longer the ferocious and violent aura of the Four Fiends, but rather deep, ancient, and carrying a kind of indifference that looked down upon all living beings.

"boom!"

A jet-black beam of light shot into the sky, piercing through the clouds!

A figure slowly rose from within the pillar of light.

He was a middle-aged man dressed in a dark dragon robe, with a handsome face that was almost otherworldly. There was a golden line resembling a vertical pupil between his eyebrows, and his long, ink-black hair reached down to his waist.

He stood with his feet on a black lotus, his hands behind his back, exuding a suffocating aura.

The pressure was so strong that it far surpassed that of the Taotie from before!

"Nascent Soul... This is the pressure of a Nascent Soul cultivator!"

Taiqingzi's face turned deathly pale. "How is this possible? In the current environment, the Golden Core stage is already the limit, and the Nascent Soul stage is the limit of the limit!"

"How could it possibly break the limits of heaven and earth twice?!"

Pei Hanchuan gripped the sword hilt tightly, a look of shock flashing in his eyes: "Not a newly awakened Nascent Soul cultivator... This pressure is as solid as a rock, at least mid-Nascent Soul level!"

"It broke through a long time ago, it's just been hiding it!"

Wu Minghuang also became serious and subconsciously took half a step forward to block Chen Xuan.

But Chen Xuan gently pulled her behind him.

"Step back."

He said calmly, "I'll do it this time."

The man in black robes landed slowly, standing on the surface of the swamp. Black lotuses bloomed beneath his feet, purifying the poisonous water and miasma.

His gaze swept across the battlefield, taking in the bloodstains left by the four villains, the corpses of demons scattered on the ground, and finally landing on Chen Xuan.

"Clap clap clap".

He clapped his hands lightly, the crisp sound particularly jarring in the deathly silence of the swamp.

"Brilliant, absolutely brilliant!"

His voice was gentle and warm, yet carried an air of aloof indifference.

"I heard in my previous life that Tianfeng had a white-robed prime minister and a holy master, Chen Xiang, who guarded the mortal world for three hundred years with just one sword. Even a sword master like Pei Hanchuan could only withstand three of your sword strikes."

"It's a pity that I was in seclusion at the time, trying to break through to the Nascent Soul stage, and was unable to witness it in person."

He looked at Chen Xuan, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes:

"I never imagined that I would have the honor of meeting the real person after being reincarnated."

"That 'Lotus Steps' move and that 'Space Collapse' technique were truly impressive."

Wu Minghuang shouted sharply, "Who are you?!"

The man in black robes smiled: "I am Zhuyin, the last Demon Emperor of the Heavenly Demon Dynasty, the ruler of the Demon Clan."

"Candlelight Shadow?!"

Taiqingzi exclaimed in disbelief, "The ancient demon emperor Zhuyin?! Weren't you killed a thousand years ago by the combined forces of the Daoist patriarchs?!"

"Annihilate?"

Zhu Yin chuckled, "I have only been asleep for a thousand years, and I have been reborn with the help of this spiritual energy revival."

His gaze swept over the crowd, finally settling on Chen Xuan, and then his tone changed:

"It's just a pity."

"Today, all of you will die here."

As soon as he finished speaking, his demonic aura erupted!

"boom!!!"

The pressure of a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator was released without reservation!

The swamp within a ten-mile radius erupted with towering waves thousands of meters high, causing the surrounding mountains to tremble and even darkening the sky.

That's because the demonic energy was too strong, obscuring the light of day!

"puff!"

Taiqingzi coughed up blood on the spot, and the cracks in his golden core widened, almost shattering!

Pei Hanchuan groaned, his sword intent forcibly suppressed, unable even to draw his sword!

Wu Minghuang gritted her teeth, and the phoenix mark between her brows emitted a crimson-gold light, forcibly erecting the Phoenix Flame Barrier to protect everyone behind her.

But she was also pale.

A mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator is absolutely superior to an early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator!

The Lingxiao medical team members were pressed down to the ground, and it was even difficult for them to lift their heads!

"Mid-stage Nascent Soul... How is this possible...?"

The medical team leader's voice trembled, "In the current environment, even breaking through to the peak of the Golden Core stage is extremely difficult, how could it possibly have reached the mid-Nascent Soul stage?!"

Zhu Yin stood with his hands behind his back and said indifferently, "Fool. The environment of heaven and earth restricts your human race, not the demon race."

"I was at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage a thousand years ago. Although I am now only a remnant soul reincarnated, what difficulty is there in breaking through to the mere Nascent Soul stage?"

He glanced at Chen Xuan, a mocking glint in his eyes:

"Prime Minister Chen, Holy Master, White-Robed Minister... You may be considered a god-like being in the eyes of the human race."

"But in my eyes, they are nothing more than a stronger ant."

"Today, I, the Emperor, will show you what true power is."

He raised his hand, his five fingers spread wide.

A dark, phantom-like demon core appeared in his palm, spinning and drawing in the demonic energy of heaven and earth!