Rewrite My Fate to Become the Daoist Ancestor

[——Eight Extremes Heaven: Divine Demon Resolution!]

[Boom!]

[Scarlet flames soared into the sky, a blood-red arc split the world in two, and the Bone Lord’s body quickly disintegrated in the scarlet fire.]

[Ten years later, Xiao Ying fought with all his might, blood-red lotus flowers blooming with each strike. At the moment he killed the last Bone Lord, he felt a connection; he had become the Lord of the White Bone Layer.]

["I, Blood Lotus Demon Venerable, Xiao Ying."]

[Xiao Ying raised his hand, a "Crimson Sun" enveloping the White Bone Layer, communicating with the Demon Abyss Will.]

["Here—sacrifice the entire White Bone Layer, resurrect my friend Leidong who perished in the Black Soil Layer."]

[Abyssal Dimension, this endless dark abyss silently records all True Spirit Marks that fall into it.]

[Death is merely rebirth.]

[As long as the Abyssal Dimension continues to devour matter, mutant beasts, skeletons, demons, and true demons are endlessly born from its depths.]

[Each True Spirit Mark holds the potential to become a Lord of the Demon Abyss; one only needs to stand out through endless battle and consumption to reach the pinnacle and rule the realm.]

[The moment Xiao Ying returned, he penetrated the essence of the True Spirit Mark. It was an existence higher than the soul, unique and irreplaceable. The soul and flesh were merely shells of the True Spirit, discardable at will.]

[The True Spirit is the core of life, transcending life and death and spanning eternity.]

[The Demon Abyss Will responds—]

[In an unknown Abyssal Dimension, a small skeleton was greedily absorbing the faint Spirit Fire. Suddenly, its body trembled, the flame in its eye sockets extinguished, and the entire body quickly disintegrated, dissolving into the air.]

["I didn’t die..."]

[Leidong’s body slowly rose from the ground, covered in stark white bones, holding a sharp bone spear in his hand. Two clusters of azure flame burned in his eye sockets, his gaze filled with a trace of confusion and uncertainty.]

["Xiao Ying? You resurrected me." He looked at the dramatically changed Xiao Ying and asked uncertainly.]

["Director Leidong, it’s been a long time." Xiao Ying smiled.]

[Leidong came to realize, his body slightly bowed, respectfully saying, "Your Majesty, Gun Remains Envoy Leidong, awaits your command."]

[Xiao Ying gestured indicative of no formalities needed.]

[Then, Xiao Ying began to speak slowly, recounting the changes in the mother star over the years after Leidong’s death and his thirty-sixth generational descendant, Lei Zhong’s situation.]

[Leidong listened quietly, his eyes gradually revealing a complex expression of nostalgia, gratification, and deep gratitude. He slightly lowered his head, his voice choked with emotion, "Your Majesty, this is the wisest choice I’ve ever made in my life."]

[As an envoy of the "Blood Lotus Demon Venerable," Leidong’s True Spirit belonged entirely to Xiao Ying; life and death were at Xiao Ying’s discretion.]

[Yet Xiao Ying did not bind him but spoke warmly, "I will not restrict your freedom. Director Leidong, should you not wish to be embroiled in battle anymore, you may choose to return to the Milky Way Galaxy."]

["Just remember, never reveal your identity."]

[Upon hearing this, Leidong remained silent for a moment, then reached out to grasp the White Bone Long Spear beside him, as flesh rebirthed and bones turned to armor.]

["Your Majesty, I returned to the mother star when I was nine hundred years old, prepared to die. Now that my wish has been fulfilled, this life no longer belongs to me."]

["I am willing to follow Your Majesty into battle until the end."]

[Xiao Ying looked at him and nodded slightly.]

[Three years later, Xiao Ying continued to teach Leidong martial arts while digesting the enlightenment from the "Destruction White Bone Layer," deepening his understanding of the Power of Destruction, inching ever closer to that singular step.]

[Xiao Ying finally touched the boundary, full of anticipation, sensing the aura of the "Heaven-Stealing Demon Venerable," he raised his hand and tore open a rift leading to another Abyssal Dimension.]

[—Chaos Layer.]

[Ruling over all was a being far surpassing ordinary Demon Abyss Lords in terror—the Demon Emperor, Mother of Ten Thousand Dragons, Tiamat—]

[It was a tri-headed giant dragon, a Dragon of Calamity from another world—a slayer even of beings with formidable divine power! It was a life form stronger than the Three Kings of Radiance and the Four Gods of Apocalypse, only a step away from reaching the "Ultimate."]

[Tiamat was a top overlord even in the Abyssal Dimension, notorious far and wide, unchallenged by any.]

["Power of Destruction?"]

[Tiamat’s true form abruptly opened its eyes, six crimson dragon pupils like burning abysses, emitting destructive light. Its dragon wings slowly unfolded, blotting the sky, with every wing membrane flowing in dark red patterns as if molten lava surged through the abyss.]

[As the dragon wings flapped, they stirred a chaotic storm, ripping through the void, shaking the entire Chaos Layer with such force that even the surrounding darkness distorted.]

["Yo yo yo, young lord who comprehends the Power of Destruction, interested in nurturing my offspring?"]

[It slowly approached Xiao Ying, clad in "Mechanical Weapon: White Phoenix," as three dragon heads simultaneously lowered, deeply inhaling as if savoring the destructive aura Xiao Ying exuded. Its dragon mouth slightly parted, revealing sharp white teeth, intertwined with dancing black flames reflecting on Xiao Ying’s stern face.]

["Mother..."]

[Deep within the Chaos Layer, pure-blooded giant dragons resting in the Dragon Nest raised their heads, their vertical pupils reflecting Tiamat’s sky-obscuring form.]

[Through chaos, the dragons clearly saw the three diminutive figures before Tiamat—humanoid True Demons!]

[The true demon body is a weapon, while humanoid True Demons’ physiques are the weakest. Only under special circumstances would these abyssal dragons transform into "elf-like" forms, capable of utilizing only thirty percent of their full power.]