"The Mo Clan, a real estate giant, invested three trillion Star Yuan in developing the ancient tourist Holy Land of Bali Island. As construction was nearing completion, with just six months to go, it was forcibly occupied by the Dragon Race Demon Saint due to its breathtaking scenery.

For unknown reasons, the entire direct lineage of the Mo Family died suddenly a week ago, possibly related to the Demon Race. The Federation is already negotiating with that Demon Race group (in pure harmonious terms)."

The mother watched a news report, a smile playing on her lips. The collapse of the Mo Clan meant that man was dead, and she was finally free.

However, now that the man was dead, what had changed in her life? This thought brought an endless sadness to her heart.

Whether it was resentment or grievance, love or hate, everything was buried with that man's death, just like her life.

"Xiyue, let's return to the Mother Star."

They returned to the Mother Star, and life continued as calmly as before.

Half a year later, He Fang appeared in their lives, and Lin Xiyue became his disciple, gaining the power to control her own life.

When she returned home from the apprentice ceremony at Immortal Martial Mountain, she found her mother with her appearance restored, dressed up, lying peacefully on the couch, having quietly passed away.

"I hope your life can shine brightly from within," was the only letter left to her on the Mother Star.

Having just turned sixteen, the young girl was now alone in the world.

"I hope, Mom, in your next life, you can also shine brightly from within."

...

Memories of a lifetime flashed by, and Lin Xiyue finally opened her eyes, a faint trace of tears still at the corner of her eyes, looking at Wang Xuan's smiling face.

She knew that she hadn't died.

"Senior Sister, your Primordial Spirit is severely injured. After returning, you should really take some time to recuperate," Wang Xuan said with a smile.

Nevertheless, Lin Xiyue's past and her life's loneliness still evoked a sense of pity in him. Such a wonderful woman should not have had such a past.

With golden liquid still on her lips, Lin Xiyue wiped it gently and asked, "What did you feed me?" Her injuries were so severe; it was impossible to have recovered so quickly.

"Nothing much," Wang Xuan was unwilling to tell her that he had refined parts of the essence of his Primordial Spirit and combined it with several spare Super Grade Pills to nourish her.

Senior Sister shouldn't have experienced today's ordeal; the cause was him, and it was only right to do something for her.

Lin Xiyue frowned, able to analyze the foreign energy remaining in her body, but she chose not to dwell on it.

She asked, "You saw my past?"

Staring into such beautiful eyes, Wang Xuan didn't know how to respond and finally could only nod, "Yes."

Although it was not intentional, this was the privacy deep within Lin Xiyue's heart, a past she didn't want others to know about.

Shame, anger, frustration, and sorrow filled Lin Xiyue, making her want to slap Wang Xuan. But when her delicate hand was halfway to him, she put it down again.

"I'm sorry," Wang Xuan apologized, "If you want to hit me, go ahead, but could you choose a different place?"

"Thank you for saving me," Lin Xiyue said softly. What did it matter if he knew? Even if her past was undeniable.

"I just hope Senior Sister doesn't hold a grudge against me," Wang Xuan said.

Lin Xiyue shook her head, "There's nothing to hold a grudge about. I'll forget the unpleasant past, including this experience. Just hope you forget me and not disrupt your Senior Sister's peaceful life."

"The peaceful life you speak of, is it living like a cold stone? Why are you purposefully distancing yourself from others?" Wang Xuan couldn't help but say.

"But my life is like this, fixed like this. I can't become what you want me to be, so please don't force me," Lin Xiyue said calmly. "Apart from a pretty face, I'm terrible in every other way, introverted and self-centered. I don't wish to change, nor do I have the strength to change."

Compared to the world outside, which she extremely disliked, she'd rather remain in her own domain—even if it seemed like a frog in a well, unwilling and unable to climb out.

"No one can force Senior Sister's will, and I have no right to ask you to change," Wang Xuan sighed. Who could make demands on someone who didn't even care about death?

The external Lingming Yangming Trio, fearing Lin Xiyue's self-destruction, distanced themselves for fear of being impacted, but after waiting for a long time, nothing happened.

"What's going on?" Lingming Yangmei felt the surrounding tranquility, everyone waiting for the result.

Lingming Yangming cursed, "Damn it, we were fooled by that woman. Her self-destruction was just a sham! She was afraid of death!"

Yet even as he said this, he remained cautious several miles away, knowing that if Lin Xiyue, with her Peak Pure Yang Cultivation, self-destructed, even those in the Divine Infant Realm wouldn't fare well—a certain loss of half their life.

After a while, unable to endure any longer, the three entered Lin Xiyue's Sea of Consciousness to find Wang Xuan and Lin Xiyue safe and sound, immediately burning with anger.

"Early death or late, what's the difference!" Lingming Yangming shouted as the trio charged forward.

This time, they were determined to kill these two humans, or they would lose all dignity.

"Such arrogance!" Wang Xuan put Lin Xiyue down and said with a cold smile, "Do you think I'm still the same person I was a few minutes ago?"

With Primordial Spirit Sword at Peak Realm, he soared into the sky, heading toward the three Primordial Spirit Bodies of the Spirit Race under Lin Xiyue's worried gaze.

Upon first contact, Lingming Yangmei and Lingming Yangchen wailed loudly, having been hit by just a few strikes. The damage was ten or even dozens of times greater than before, causing the impacted parts of their Spirit Bodies to dissipate quickly.

"How is this possible! How could you suddenly become so strong!" Lingming Yangming also couldn't believe it.

Facing Wang Xuan now, his only option was to defend, watching helplessly as his two brothers' Spirit Bodies were gradually annihilated.

After a dozen breaths, Wang Xuan, bursting with Primordial Spirit Technique, forcibly turned the two alien Primordial Spirit Bodies of Lingming Yangmei and Lingming Yangchen into countless energy particles, dead beyond redemption.

Lin Xiyue gasped, covering her red lips. It used to be that after not seeing someone for three days, you'd be amazed at their change. But Wang Xuan, after just three breaths, had a total transformation in strength!

"Now it's your turn." Having killed two aliens, Wang Xuan felt particularly relieved. He even more wanted to kill Lingming Yangming, who had severely wounded his Senior Sister, to avenge her!

Terrified, Lingming Yangming fled headlong, despite his Realm being a major level above Lin Xiyue's.

Outside, the Lingming Divine Spirit raised an eyebrow and said calmly, "What a human, what a Wang Xuan. His trump cards are endless, but it's also time to end."

He reached out a massive hand, tens of meters in diameter, grabbing toward Wang Xuan and Lin Xiyue. He had already sensed a Spirit Race expert stronger than himself approaching.

Wang Xuan, bearing many secrets, must have great fortune, and the Lingming Divine Spirit naturally couldn't let Wang Xuan be taken by another powerful entity.

"Yes, it's time to end." A sigh was heard as He Fang's body turned from dust into a colossal giant tens of thousands of meters tall, coldly watching the True Immortal-level Lingming Divine Spirit of the Spirit Race.

In less than a millionth of a second, He Fang's hands had already gripped the Lingming Divine Spirit. With unimaginable Physique and endless Immortal Power, he directly crushed the Lingming Divine Spirit.

The power of the Primordial Spirit swept over, annihilating all the spirits on the entire planet in an instant, leaving only bodies behind for tens of thousands of Human Immortal, Earth Immortal, and Celestial Immortal-level aliens.

The power of a True Immortal was fully displayed at this moment.

Standing with his hands behind his back, He Fang calmly awaited the coming presence of the Spirit Race expert, who had not yet sensed his existence.

The strength disparity was immediately apparent between the two parties.