After clearing the level, the fairies were reborn!

……

The deepest part of the desolate demon realm.

Buried in Longyuan.

Inside the Dragon Bone Palace, Su Yunshang sat on the throne with her eyes closed.

Her breathing was steady, and her brow was relaxed, as if she were having a sweet dream.

She hadn't dreamed in a long time.

Since becoming an Emperor, her sleep has ceased to be sleep, but rather a state between wakefulness and deep sleep.

Su Yunshang's consciousness always remained clear to a certain extent; the slightest disturbance could wake her up immediately.

But at that moment, she was truly asleep.

I fell into a deep, unguarded sleep.

"Ok?"

next second.

A beam of golden light pierced through the clouds and shone down.

It pierced through the rock walls, through the palace, through her body, and shone straight into her dream.

The world in my dream was a gray wasteland, with no sky, no earth, no wind, and no light.

There is only endless gray, endless emptiness, and endless silence.

She stood in the middle of the wasteland, not knowing why she was there or where she was going.

Then, she saw that person.

A young man in a blue robe stood before her, holding a sword in his hand.

The sword was very ordinary, black, and looked like a piece of iron picked up from the roadside.

But that person's eyes were unusual.

Those eyes were calm, so calm it was frightening, hiding something she couldn't understand.

The man raised his sword and finally whispered the sword incantation.

"Sever the Dao".

Those two words were very light and faint, like the wind blowing across a lake or raindrops falling on a leaf.

But those two words, when they reached her ears, were like two thunderclaps, making her soul tremble.

"don't want--"

Su Yunshang wanted to dodge, but her body wouldn't obey her commands.

She tried to shout, but no sound came out of her throat.

now.

She could only stand there and watch helplessly as the sword fell.

The young man's sword was incredibly fast.

From the moment the sword light burst forth to the moment the sword fell.

In the blink of an eye.

Her body split open from the middle, without pain, but with an indescribable feeling of emptiness.

It was as if something had been taken away, or as if something had been filled in.

She looked down at her cracked body and at the 'golden light' gushing out from the cracks.

The golden light spread across the gray wasteland, growing wildly and burning fiercely.

"Huh, huh..."

Suddenly, she woke up.

Su Yunshang suddenly opened her eyes, gasping for breath.

She pressed her hand to her chest, feeling her heart pounding violently, as if it were about to burst out of her chest.

Sweat rolled down his forehead, slid down his cheeks into his neck, and soaked his collar.

Her face was pale, her lips were purple, and she was trembling all over.

"Dream?"

She breathed a sigh of relief and comforted herself:

"Thank goodness, it was just a dream..."

Available in the next second.

The sky not far away.

Golden light enveloped the sky.

That wasn't a dream.

For a moment, Su Yunshang's beautiful face froze.

That golden light, that sword, that young man.

Are they all true?

She raised her hand, looked at her fingers, which were still trembling.

"I am an Emperor Realm cultivator, a Great Ascension Stage cultivator, the Empress of the Savage Demon Realm..."

Su Yunshang felt that she shouldn't be afraid or tremble.

She stood up and walked to the window.

Outside the window, the golden pillar of light still shone in the sky, rising from the depths of the demon realm and soaring straight into the clouds.

The direction of that beam of light was towards Xuanwu Marsh.

"King Xuanwu...is dead?"

Su Yunshang murmured, a complex look flashing in her eyes.

Her divine sense reached out, passing through the mist, through the swamp, and through the cracked tortoise mountain.

The aura of the Black Tortoise King has vanished; it wasn't hidden, it has perished.

That aura, cultivated for tens of thousands of years, completely dissipated into the world.

Su Yunshang closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled.

She calmed herself down, as calm as ever, like a still lake.

But Su Yunshang knew that beneath the pool, towering waves had already surged.

"...He's here."

Her voice was very soft, as soft as the wind blowing through an empty room.

"He really came."

Then, Su Yunshang turned around and walked back to the throne, where she sat down again, forcing herself to remain calm.

Her fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of the throne, making a rhythmic sound.

It seemed that only in this way could the empress's heart calm down a little.

But from beginning to end, the image of that young man in the blue robe was never erased from her mind.

Who exactly is he?

"And that sword, why do I feel like I've seen it somewhere before..."

She closed her eyes and tried hard to remember.

But those memories are like looking through a veil, blurry and indistinct.

She clearly saw that sword, she clearly saw that person, but she just couldn't remember.

It felt like something was stuck in my throat, I couldn't cough it up or swallow it down.

And so, Su Yunshang was still unable to figure it out.

She could only return to the 'Dragon's Secret Realm' where she had once received the inheritance.

Looking at the familiar scenery around me.

The ancient inscription, with its long-standing obscure and difficult-to-understand characters, seemed to have found its answer for the first time.

"Could it be that 'Dragon Heir' means for me to be with him..."

Upon realizing this, Su Yunshang's pupils suddenly contracted.

She covered her mouth, trying her best not to make a sound.

But her heart was pounding, as fast as a drum.

……

Inside the crater.

The golden light gradually faded away.

Cheng Hao stopped hammering.

He was panting heavily, soaked to the bone, as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

At this moment, the blacksmith's arms were trembling, not from fatigue, but from excitement.

He looked at the clock in his hand, his eyes shining like two stars.

"It's done!"

The bell was only the size of a palm, dark gold in color, and covered with fine patterns.

These patterns resemble cracks on a tortoise shell or growth rings on dragon scales, flowing across the clock face.

At the top of the bell is a small dragon, its head raised and its tail hanging down, looking very lifelike.