Nun Rake was staring into the starry skies, and she smiled as if she was seeing something delightful. Indeed, she was reliving her memories when she was nine years old. Inside a gravity training room, she was struggling through intense training. The gravity in the room was twenty-nine times stronger than the gravity outside! She gnashed her teeth, swinging her fists inside the room with great difficulty. Sweat poured from her like rain, soaking her clothes completely. Puddles had formed beneath her, and the veins on her forehead bulged. Her face was twisted in agony, but she punched again and again. A fierce light burned in her eyes. In that training room, the only sound was the sound of her fists hitting air. An unknown amount of time later, she finally collapsed to the floor, completely exhausted. She had nothing left, not even the strength to lift a finger. She was tired like never before. She was completely spent, trembling, and then for some reason, she suddenly burst into tears, sobs shaking her tiny frame. Still, she forced herself to stand up, staggering as she dragged herself out of the training room. By then, night had fallen outside. As she looked at the cold, empty surroundings, her tears fell again. She walked while sobbing, muttering, "How come Shepherd and Sickle can take it easy, while I have to suffer ? "Why?!" She kicked a small stone. It flew far into the distance, finally landing in a patch of grass, but the force of the kick made her stumble and fall, and she landed hard on her rear. She stood up quickly, limping away into the distance. Alone in the dark, she was the only one there. The world around her was silent and cold. When she returned to her room, Shepherd and Sickle were already fast asleep. The tears on her face had long since dried, and what replaced them was cold indifference. Just as she was about to fall asleep, a lady suddenly appeared and called out, "Rake." She glanced at the lady but said nothing. The lady walked over and gently ruffled her small head, but she still didn't speak. She felt wronged and was full of dissatisfaction, but she was proud by nature, so she refused to say a word. She kept everything bottled up inside. The lady took out a jade pendant and hung it around her neck with a smile. She said, "Today is your birthday. This is for you. It's one of a kind." Nun Rake still didn't respond. It's just a jade pendant, what's so special about that? Hmph. I don't care about some pendant at all. Seeing her silence, the lady assumed she was too tired from training and gently stroked her head again as she said warmly, "If you're tired, then get some good rest." With that, the lady turned and left. Only after the lady had gone did Rake lower her head to look at the jade pendant. She gently touched it with her fingers. Though she had felt so wronged earlier, now her heart was quietly filled with a bit of happiness. Just then, a little head leaned over. It was Shepherd. Shepherd looked at the jade pendant and tilted her head, asking, "Rake... did Master give you that pendant just now?" She looked at Shepherd. Shepherd reached into her collar and pulled out a jade pendant, giggling, "Look, Master gave me mine a long time ago. Sickle has one, too..." Seeing Shepherd's pendant, she immediately rolled over and buried her face in the bed, fuming. So much for one of a kind. Liar! Big liar! Shepherd added, "Rake, I think the Master doesn't like you very much." Rake turned to glare at Shepherd. Shepherd offered her theory seriously, "I've been observing her for a long time. Master always makes you train super hard, but she doesn't ask the same from me or Sickle. I think... she's planning to send you away someday... to make you fend for yourself." Rake abruptly turned around and buried her head in the pillow. "Fine, let her send me away. I can survive on my own." Shepherd said, "I'm not making this up, I heard the Master say it herself. She wants to send you to some battlefield called the East Desolates..." Rake's eyes turned as cold and hard as iron. Shepherd continued, "Rake, you shouldn't be so headstrong all the time. You should learn from Sickle, learn to be a little soft. Kids who are too tough always suffer more..." As she spoke, she lay down, but just as she lay down, she suddenly sat up with a shout. "Ah! Sickle, you wet the bed again!" Sickle's face turned bright red. She didn't dare say a word. She grabbed her sickle and rushed out the door. Moments later, the sound of grass being cut echoed from outside. Beside Ye Guan, Nun Rake's smile grew brighter and brighter, yet two streams of tears ran down her cheeks. Soon, her fleshly body and soul disappeared into nothingness. Ye Guan had tried to anchor her soul with the Qingxuan Sword, but it was useless, as Nun Rake herself wanted to die. The Divinity was dead. Living no longer held any meaning. Even if she became unmatched in all the world, her master would never see it. Since her Master was no longer around, what was the point of being invincible? After she completely vanished, Ye Guan stood there, holding the Divine Ruler Seal, dazed and motionless. He was no longer running away. Just then, in the distance, spacetime rippled, and the Dao Sect Master slowly stepped out. In his open palm, a beam of purple lightning sword light landed and rested steadily. He looked at Ye Guan from afar silently, his eyes emotionless. Then, he released the purple lightning sword and aimed it directly at Ye Guan. Just then, a change occurred. From the sea below, a single drop of water rose into the air. Then, in the blink of an eye, it vanished, only to reappear right in front of the descending purple lightning sword. The purple lightning sword shattered instantly, and the droplet continued forward, flying straight toward the Dao Sect Master. In the distance, the moment he saw the purple lightning sword shatter, the Dao Sect Master's pupils shrank sharply. Almost instantly, the droplet appeared in front of him. He opened his palm, and in a flash, billions of purple lightning sword lights surged skyward, slashing toward the droplet. Countless bolts of lightning shattered, and that single droplet of water struck the Dao Sect Master's chest. His fleshly body crumbled, and his soul was blasted tens of thousands of meters away, only to be pinned in place in the void by that droplet, unable to move. The Dao Sect Master slowly raised his head to look toward the edge of the sea, and his eyes were filled with disbelief. At the far edge of that vast sea, a lady was walking across the waves. She had snow-white hair and was clad in black robes with wide sleeves. Her robe fluttered gently in the sea breeze. The Dao Sect Master locked eyes with her and growled. "Sang Zhan!" Sang Zhan was once the Guardian of the Divine Continent. Sang Zhan ignored him. Ye Guan appeared before her, and she looked at him silently. Ye Guan took out the second scroll that Sang Mei had handed to him, and he gave it to her. Sang Zhan looked at the scroll. As it unfurled, there were only three words written on it, "Sister, protect him." Sister... Sang Zhan clenched the scroll tightly with both hands, staring at it with swelling emotions. Even after becoming sworn sisters, Sang Mei had never addressed her as "Sister," as their views on Order had always differed. They had agreed that whoever reached the end of the Dao first would earn the right to be the "elder sister." Sang Zhan slowly closed her eyes and whispered, "You gave in... You actually admitted defeat. How could you give in? How could you?!" The vast sea beneath them boiled, and countless Great Daos emerged. Follow current novels on 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩⁂𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢⁂𝔫𝔢𝔱 From the end of the starry skies, terrifying auras surged forth, and soon, Jun You and the others tore through space, arriving at the scene. The East Desolates' most powerful experts! When these experts saw the Dao Sect Master pinned in place by a single drop of water, they were all shocked beyond words. The Guardian of the Divine Civilization! Jun You stared at her, her eyes filled with grave solemnity. Though this lady was also one of the founders of the Divine Civilization, she had parted ways with Sang Mei due to differing beliefs and ideals, ultimately leaving the Divine Civilization. Hence, very few knew the true extent of her strength. However, it was clear that her power was likely no less than the Divinity. Sang Zhan slowly looked up at Jun You and the others. The moment her gaze fell upon them, every East Desolates expert felt a sudden, inexplicable jolt in their hearts. The next instant, it felt as if an invisible hand was gripping their hearts, and a wave of suffocation surged through them. Panic swept through all of them! Just then, the sound of footsteps echoed from the side. The crushing pressure instantly disappeared. They all turned and saw a man clad in a simple long robe. The man's long hair draped over his shoulders, and his demeanor was calm and composed. He was carrying both the authority of a ruler and the refined elegance of a scholar. The East Desolates Ruler! The East Desolates experts immediately bowed in greeting. The East Desolates Ruler looked at Sang Zhan in the distance and said, "Truthfully, I have been waiting. Waiting for the Divinity to sacrifice her people and ascend to an entirely new level. By then, I would face her in battle. "But I never expected that even though her Dao was already riddled with wounds, she would refuse to take that final step. In the end, she chose to sacrifice herself to suppress the Great Daoist Brush Master. "She truly was worthy of admiration. A pity, of course, as I never got the chance to truly face her in battle." Sang Zhan fixed her gaze on the East Desolates Ruler but said nothing. Instead, she opened her palm, and Ye Guan's tiny pagoda appeared in her hand. She glanced at the pagoda, and twenty-six Blood Guards appeared on the battlefield. With a sweep of her sleeve, twenty-six beams of blood light shot into the center of each Blood Guard's brow. One after another, pillars of blood erupted from the Blood Guards. The deepest seals within them were lifted, and their auras exploded with power. In the blink of an eye, they reached the realm beyond the Divine Realm. Immediately afterward, a series of terrifying auras of slaughter swept across the battlefield, surging through the entire starry skies. This was their true form. Unbound and unrestrained, they were superweapons of mass destruction. The faces of the East Desolates' experts grew incredibly grim. From deep within the Wastesea, other hidden, powerful presences began to stir faintly. Only now did they realize that the Divine Civilization was far from as simple as they had assumed. The East Desolates Ruler looked at Sang Zhan and smiled. "Even though the Divinity is gone, you're no weaker than she was. Very well. Come." As soon as she finished speaking, both of their figures turned illusory, disappearing from the current spacetime. In a completely unknown dimension, countless Daos emerged, colliding with each other in a battle beyond comprehension. Meanwhile, back at the Wastesea, Jun You and the others fixed their gaze on Ye Guan. She stared coldly at him and said, "Kill." At her command, the experts beside her shot into the sky, charging straight at him, but behind Ye Guan, the Blood Guards also rose into the sky, meeting his opponents head-on. The moment these Blood Guards made their move, their killing intent surged once again, and it was so overwhelming that it dyed the entire Wastesea in a blood-red hue. Ye Guan slowly lifted his head. Perhaps influenced by the Blood Guards, his eyes turned into a sea of blood as well. A blood-red sword light erupted skyward, aimed directly at Jun You. Jun You's eyes flashed with a vicious glint. "Good! Bring it on!" With a shout, she took to the skies and charged at Ye Guan.