Feng Ran stayed in Zizhu Courtyard, watching the thin red thread that had already penetrated into Qing Mu's heart, and her heart sank to the bottom.

Three days had already passed. Although Jing Jian sent a message saying that Hou Chi had successfully entered Chaosheng Palace, Feng Ran was still worried. If she doesn't come back in time, Qing Mu will probably...

Thinking of this, she got up and walked out, opened the door, and with a boom, a cyan figure hit the ground.

"Lord Feng Ran, you're going outside?" The confused voice was a little surprised. Ping Yao wiped the saliva from his mouth. Seeing Feng Ran push open the room's door, he hurriedly got up from the ground.

Seeing the boy's still confused expression, the corners of Feng Ran's mouth twitched and she nodded, "I can't wait anymore, you take me to Chaosheng Palace."

Ping Yao nodded, anxiously glanced into the room, and said, "Second Highness told me to listen to Your ladyship. I will take you there now." He turned his head and stared at Feng Ran again. His voice changed, carrying a wisp of pleasing, and his dark eyes were shining, "Your ladyship, this is the first time I have seen our Royal Highness so caring towards someone. I'm eighty percent sure he likes you. You are very lucky. Our Royal Highness is very popular in the Three Realms. The few princesses in the Dragon Palace had fought a bloody war against each other for one of his calligraphy works..."

"Nonsense." Feng Ran's eyebrows stiffened, and she swept Ping Yao's sleeve without kindness, "Liking me is his blessing. Lead the way."

The scolded Ping Yao wasn't frustrated, but just giggled and happily ran outside Zizhu Courtyard.

The enchantment outside Chaosheng Palace was still calm. Jing Jian looked at the dark patch with a solemn expression and sighed.

"Jing Jian, any news about Hou Chi?"

Feng Ran's voice suddenly sounded beside his ear. Jing Jian turned around to see his cold face. He shook his head and said, "No, since Hou Chi went in three days ago, there hasn't been any movement at all."

"Then is there any way to find out what happened inside?" Feng Ran stepped forward to get closer but was suddenly stopped by Jing Jian's outstretched hand.

"Don't go over there. With your spiritual power, you will turn into flying ashes as soon as you approach it."

The young man's face was solemn, and his hand on her wrist was extremely stiff. Feng Ran nodded her head and backed up. During these three days that Jing Jian stayed here, he probably also worried a lot.

"The three-day period is almost over. I hope that Hou Chi can come back before sunset."

A soft sigh sounded in the quiet square. Jing Jian turned his head to look at Feng Ran, his eyes warm and full of affection, "Don't worry, Heavenly Father will definitely bring Hou Chi out safely."

Being watched like this without preparation, Feng Ran was taken aback for a moment. These eyes, she seemed to have seen them somewhere...

In the void space, the Heavenly Emperor sat crossed-legged in the air. He looked at Hou Chi shrouded in golden light not far away with silent admiration. True God Shang Gu's inheritance was truly unique. This palace was nothing more than a relic of True God Shang Gu, so it can't be considered to have high spiritual power, but these three days, it increased Hou Chi's weak spiritual powers to that of a high lord. If this continued, it wasn't impossible for her to reach the peak of a high lord's strength.

However, the Heavenly Emperor's eyebrows were slightly furrowed. If this continued, he was afraid that Qing Mu wouldn't be saved. The dragon breath wasn't only as simple as destroying one's spiritual veins!

If Hou Chi was only undergoing a spiritual power inheritance, it should have ended long ago...

A steady stream of spiritual power poured out from the palace and entered Hou Chi's body. Under the fuzzy halo, only her slightly frowning eyebrows and her clenched hands could be seen. Accompanying the gradual end of the inheritance was a subtle soul mark that floated out from the palace. Hou Chi suddenly opened her eyes, her eyes burning. A seal floated from her hand and turned into a dense barrier, but the golden soul was unobstructed and shot straight into Hou Chi's eyes.

Suddenly, the golden light surrounding Hou Chi was as bright and thick as real gold, and an overwhelming pressure instantly spread in all directions from her body. The Heavenly Emperor, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes. This power wasn't pure spiritual power at all and had the faint imprint of True God Shang Gu...Could it be that sixty thousand years wasn't enough to remove the soul imprint engraved in the spiritual power?

How terrifying was True God Shang Gu...? The terror he had pressed down to the bottom of his heart rose as the Heavenly Emperor looked at the golden light with a complex expression.

Under the golden light, the scene inside the light couldn't be seen at all. As the soul merged into Hou Chi's eyes, the clearness in her eyes gradually dimmed, and her tea-ink eyes also slowly became hollow. Little by little, an ancient and vast aura was formed. The black hair scattered behind her shoulders grew inch by inch, reaching her ankles. The pure purple robe instantly turned into simple black. Gilt ribbons were scattered around her waist. As she turned, her beauty was peerless, as if everything else that was beautiful in the world disappeared.

In the depths of the spiritual sea, Hou Chi was totally unaware of her changes. She couldn't leave even when she exerted all of her strength. She could only raise her eyes to look around, but when she raised her hands, she only saw the heaven and earth in the distant void, and her expression was suddenly stunned.

The Mortal Realm troops were rising, and the people lost their homes. The Ghost World was out of order as wisps of souls floated about the world. The Demon Realm was concealed by prehistoric land, and demons and monsters ravaged the Mortal Realm. The immortals of the Immortal Realm no longer had the spiritual power to hold the sentient beings in their correct positions-The Three Realms was in chaos. The world was vast and lonely, and there was no peace anymore.

This was...the image of the beings in the Three Realms when the Tribulation of Chaos arrived sixty thousand years ago!

But, after the fall, where is the God Realm? Where are the ancient gods? Hou Chi murmured, frowning. She had never even thought that the arrival of the Tribulation of Chaos was such a terrifying existence...mortals, immortals, demons, monsters, and the world were completely destroyed, and there was no more pure land.

The image suddenly turned, and in the magnificent and vast space, spiritual mountains were everywhere. The birds flew peacefully, and the atmosphere was calm. Four palaces in the sky were in all four directions as if they propped up the huge world like pillars. Endless spiritual power emerged from the palaces and turned into a dense barrier to block all the disasters outside. This place seemed to be the only pure land left in the Three Realms, but it looked extremely empty and lonely. Hou Chi saw that one of the palaces was very similar to Chaosheng Palace, and realized that this must be the God Realm that had long since turned to dust.

The scene of the God Realm slowly disappeared. An altar was quietly floating in the wilderness, and a dark stone chain came out of the altar and connected with the sky. Numerous ancient texts were carved on it, revealing a bit of desolation.

She could feel annihilation and desperation in her heart just by looking at this strange scene. Hou Chi lowered her eyes, feeling cold sweat coming from her palms. She let out a sigh and looked towards the altar.

There, a woman in a black robe stood at the edge of the altar with her back facing the front. There was no wind in her hair, and the carved wooden hairpin held up her long hair. Standing upright, in the vast universe, she seemed to be the only one left to face the disasters of the world.

"Shang Gu, stop. Even if you can save the Three Realms, you will be turned into ashes. But as long as you don't die, the God Realm will not die. The Three Realms will be reborn sooner or later..."

A man in a white robe was stopped outside the altar. His appearance couldn't be seen clearly, but his voice was filled with endless unwillingness.

(Part 2)

"The Three Realms are the painstaking efforts of God Father. He entrusted the Three Realms to me before he turned into heaven and earth. No matter what, I will not allow the Three Realms to be destroyed in my hands."

The vast voice sounded loudly, without sorrow or joy, but held the disappointment of seeing through the world. The woman slightly turned her head to look at the person outside the altar. Her eyes finally revealed a little guilt. She lightly sighed and walked towards the center of the altar.

"Shang Gu, if it weren't for him disappointing you, would you give up on the God Realm, give up on us, and give up on yourself?"

The white-robed man suddenly stood outside the altar, swinging his hands lightly, and a huge halo emanated from him, blasting toward the formation surrounding the altar, but there was no effect at all. He still didn't give up and hit the formation again and again.

"The chaos in the Three Realms and the Tribulation of Chaos were started by me. If not for my selfishness, I wouldn't make this kind of mistake. Regardless of him, I have been the leader of the world for thousands of years, so I shall bear the consequences and save the sentient beings. Give up, this formation is created from the origin of my power. No one can split it. In the future...I entrust the sentient beings of the Three Realms to you."

The red light around the altar accompanied these words and rose instantly. The black-clothed woman stood in the middle of the altar, and huge spiritual power slowly spread from the altar with an aura that could destroy heaven and earth. Even the chaotic Three Realms faintly trembled under this power and let out a lamenting roar.

An explosion sounded. The figure on the altar closed her eyes. Mysterious and long-lasting Sanskirt wafted in the heavens and earth, and an ancient singing sound resounded in the sky. A golden light emerged from her body and merged with the altar's red light, then surged towards the chaotic Three Realms.

Wherever the golden light went, the tide receded. The demons and monsters returned to their places, and the beings were reborn. The Three Realms came to life, but the figure in the golden light, with pure ink-black hair, turned snow-white instantly, fading to transparency.

"Shang Gu, please, stop!"

The sorrowful cry sounded in the huge world. The white-robed man knelt in mid-air, looking at the gradually fading figure in the golden light, his eyes full of despair.

"If you aren't here, I will destroy the Three Realms. Do you hear me, do you hear me!"

The hoarse cry passed through the altar and finally landed in the ears of the person who was about to disappear. A deep sigh slowly sounded, and the woman in black turned her head with a trace of nostalgia in her eyes that she didn't even notice.

"I'm sorry, all the beings are my responsibility. From now on, the Three Realms will be me and I will be the Three Realms. From now on...please, it's up to you."

Accompanied by this sigh-like whisper, the black figure slowly disappeared and turned into flying ash, disappearing into this vast world.

Since her fall, True God Shang Gu existed with the heaven and earth.

"Shang Gu, you want me to live forever with the Three Realms along with the Six Ways of Eternal Life. But if you aren't here, in this vast world, how can I live forever, how can I follow immortality, how will I guard the Nine Continents and Eight Lands...I will wait for you to come back!"

In the end, the man outside the altar raised his eyes, only in time to see her last smile when she looked back. In the empty spiritual world, she was elegant and peerless.

The catastrophe destroying the heaven and earth slowly disappeared, leaving only the white-robed man standing on the other side of the Three Realms after its rebirth. Looking at the world, the back figure of the white-robed man seemed to have turned into an everlasting black, full of desperation that could render the entire world.

The spiritual sea became quiet and serene. Hou Chi stared at the white-robed back figure in shock. Her eyes were hot, and her fingertips pierced her palm. She suddenly felt that even breathing was painful, and indescribable sadness struck her heart. She slowly raised her hand, as if to touch the misty back figure, but...In an instant, all the images disappeared, and everything returned to nothingness.

Hou Chi stared at her palm blankly, the burning sensation that could burn through people making her heart beat rapidly. It was just a piece of remaining soul left by True God Shang Gu, and it had such a big impact on her.

The scene just now should be the scene where True God Shang Gu saved the Three Realms during the Tribulation of Chaos, but...she didn't expect this scene to remain in this quaint palace and stayed for tens of thousands of years.

If True God Shang Gu saved the Three Realms by herself, then why did the other three true gods disappear, and why would the God Realm be sealed...and, Hou Chi slowly raised her head and looked at the void space with a complicated expression, who was that white-robed man?

After a few minutes of thinking, Hou Chi suddenly felt a dull pain from the depths of her soul, and a suction pulled her out of this dark place, towards somewhere brighter...

As soon as Hou Chi's soul recovered, her black robe and even the blue sink around her feet and her peerless appearance all returned to normal, leaving no traces behind.

And the simple and magnificent palace suddenly disappeared, submerged in this vast space once again.

The golden light gradually faded. The eyebrows of the Heavenly Emperor, who was standing to the side, twitched, and he flew to Hou Chi's side. His god sense probed around Hou Chi's body, and he felt a little surprised. This was an unexpected inheritance. Hou Chi was limited to a high lord's strength and didn't even reach the peak power of a high lord. But then, he thought that this was a great opportunity, so he let it pass. After all, if she depended on herself to cultivate, it would be difficult for her to condense her spiritual power for a thousand years to reach this level.

There was no time in the spiritual sea, so the time that had passed was unknown. Hou Chi opened her eyes, suddenly seeing light, which made her feel exhausted as if she had been reborn. She felt the spiritual power in her body rise to that of a high lord, and the coldness between her eyebrows eased a little. Thinking of Qing Mu and seeing the Heavenly Emperor standing to the side, she said anxiously, "Heavenly Emperor, we have to go back to the Heavenly Palace quickly."

"Hou Chi, it's already late. Three days have already passed. Even if I go, Qing Mu will not be saved." The Heavenly Emperor shook his side, looked outside the dark barrier, and sighed. The moment Hou Chi awoke, he realized that the shackles of the void space had been released, but he was already delayed by a few hours. Even if he went, there wouldn't be a way.

Hearing the Heavenly Emperor's words, Hou Chi suddenly froze, and a little panic appeared in her eyes, "How come, if Qing Mu's spiritual veins are destroyed..."

"Hou Chi..." The Heavenly Emperor paused, then hesitated for a while before saying, "There's something that even Jing Jian doesn't know. The Three-Headed Fire Dragon has the body of a demigod. Its dragon breath doesn't only destroy the spiritual veins."

"What do you mean?" Hou Chi's body froze. She looked towards the Heavenly Emperor, her heart slightly uncalm.

"When the dragon breath enters the body, the spiritual veins are first destroyed. Then his body will not be able to withstand the scorching heat and he will be completely burned and turn into scattered smoke."

"How could this be..." Hou Chi muttered as she looked at the Heavenly Emperor in shock.

His spiritual veins destroyed, his body completely burned, him turning into scattered smoke...

If it weren't for her suddenly accepting Chaosheng Palace's inheritance, if it weren't for her being trapped in the sea of emptiness, Qing Mu would have been fine. Hou Chi's eyes were full of regret and self-blame, and she rushed towards the barrier.

Seeing the panicked Hou Chi, the Heavenly Emperor shook his head and flew with her in the same direction, but...near the barrier, he suddenly stopped, his complexion changing drastically. Across the dense formation, he suddenly raised his head and looked towards the Heavenly Palace-where the wind was calm and the waves were quiet, but it was exactly where Qing Mu was staying.