The black light signified world annihilation, while the white light represented creation. One life, one death; one creation, one destruction. When these two most extreme forces met head-on, a wave of desperate, potent energy exploded outward.

Regardless of the Annihilation Demon or the other Demon Lords, they were instantly engulfed by this energy. The Annihilation Demon, Fear Demon, and Greed Demon fared slightly better; all were masters at the 'Yu' level, touching that final threshold. Their injuries were not as severe, and against this surge of power, they desperately summoned their inner strength to resist the incoming torrent.

Yet, the other four demons, those heavily wounded by the Old Dragon, had no way to withstand such energy. Even though they were 'Yu' level masters, even though they were top-tier powerhouses, facing this force left them utterly defenseless. In almost an instant, their bodies, their divine senses, everything about them was utterly erased.

Erased were all traces of their existence in this world; even in the memories of the Annihilation Demon and the others, their figures slowly faded away... They clearly knew something had happened, yet they could not recall what... Everything was shrouded by these two streams of light—black and white. The entire void was left with only these two most extreme colors: black, white...

Even the Old Dragon’s massive frame began to blur beneath these two ultimate lights. It was vanishing, dissipating; clearly, at this moment, he could not sustain such power... His immense dragon head turned back to look at Ye Jingyu and the other two. A faint smile touched his features—what an infinitely benevolent expression, like a grandfather watching his grandchildren grow up happily.

Seeing that smile, Ye Jingyu, Ni Bo, and Little Peach Peach could not manage a single grin. Watching the Old Dragon's figure grow indistinct, they felt a sudden, sharp ache in their hearts. Vanishing? Even someone as mighty as he would disappear? His strength was so formidable, his cultivation so profound—surely, with his capabilities, he could escape this calamity? No, it couldn't be this way. He was doing this for the Source Heart he guarded. Yes, he was protecting the myriad living beings inhabiting the Nine Provinces, safeguarding the last foundation of humanity... Why, even now, had not a single master of equal realm appeared from the Heavenly Realm? Why had no one emerged to deal with these demons? Why?

A faint, hidden aura entered the minds of Ye Jingyu and the others, letting them understand this was a scheme, a massive conspiracy. But what sort of conspiracy, even the Old Dragon did not know. Only in the final moments of his life, he warned Ye Jingyu and the others to be wary of the Immortals from the Immortal Realm.

Two beams of golden light shot out, sinking directly into the bodies of Little Peach Peach and Ni Bo. This was the Old Dragon’s lifetime of comprehension, the very last thing he left for the two youngsters in this world. The seeds of power... Tears streamed endlessly from Ni Bo’s and Little Peach Peach’s eyes. They cried out in sorrow, wildly flailing their fists, yet all they could do was watch the Old Dragon fade away. In the end, they didn't even know the Old Dragon's honored title. Was this sorrow? Or was it a blessing? But clearly, there was no time left for them to grieve, to feel the heartache, to mourn. That terrifying energy had already swept over them. The powerful shield before them was instantly torn asunder, and the terrifying energy completely consumed the three of them...

Ni Bo and Little Peach Peach inherited the Old Dragon's power seeds. A force of creation began to gestate within their bodies, weakly shielding them, while the white light of creation continuously poured into them, fighting against the black light. Because of this, they remained unharmed amidst the surging energy. But the two youngsters instantly realized: the Old Dragon had given them his last chance at survival? As long as they held these power seeds, even if he were critically injured, he could have lived on, truly lived on... But now, he had simply dissolved, utterly dissipated... A desolate cry welled up in Ni Bo and Little Peach Peach’s hearts. Moments later, they thought of Ye Jingyu, realizing he possessed no such power seed. After all, managing to divide that seed into two portions had been extremely difficult. What would he do against such energy? Yet, as soon as this worry surfaced, a searing pain caused them to black out—the result of the two forces violently tearing at each other within their bodies...

As for Ye Jingyu, facing such terrifying power, he harbored no thought of resistance. He knew he absolutely could not withstand this energy. He had already closed his eyes, awaiting the arrival of death. But still, there were so many things he hadn't done. Ling'er, where are you? Feng'er, I am sorry, I cannot walk with you until the end. Xi Xi, I am leaving you behind, you won't blame me, will you? His heart settled into a profound silence, yet this very silence brought him to a state devoid of thought or desire... The perverse nature of the Chaos Body manifested completely at this moment. The light that could severely wound and even obliterate 'Yu' level masters was being absorbed by his body... Yes, absorbed... Just as he absorbed other energies... However, these two forces were too immense. Even if his physical body could absorb them, the sheer volume threatened to burst him apart. Vast energy flooded his frame, an ineffable pain surging through his entire being, making even his soul tremble under the torment... Almost instantaneously, his body was saturated by these two forces, on the verge of exploding from within. The moon wheel between his eyebrows suddenly flickered. Faintly, he seemed to see a young girl in a floral dress standing stunned in a sea of blossoms, plucking the beautiful flowers, while all around those flowers lay utter darkness... "Ling'er?" Ye Jingyu gasped out loud... Then the scene flashed. He saw Jiu Feng, clad in black, grievously wounded. A pale-faced man stood before her, staring down at Jiu Feng with a condescending gaze, seemingly shouting repeatedly, "You are mine, you are mine..." And Jiu Feng's eyes held only stubborn defiance... "Gui Jian Chou?" Ye Jingyu was startled again. Could it be... could it be that at this final moment, he was seeing the future? He could not die... Thinking of the solitude Luo Ling'er suffered, thinking of the humiliation Jiu Feng might endure... Ye Jingyu’s heart thoroughly ignited...