With Jia Xitong burned, Shang Yanting, who was in seclusion in a distant sea area, could no longer sit still.

The sea surged back between heaven and earth, and a dozen or so waterspouts suddenly appeared in the sea where he emerged from the pass. The world was darkened as a result, and the dark clouds, as thick and deep as the sea, stretched to the horizon.

A vast cloud of calamity was brewing at this moment, specifically targeting Shang Yanting, who was about to emerge from the water.

This is not a good time to come out.

But Shang Yanting didn't have much time left. If he didn't come out soon, his beloved would be bullied to death.

A colossal black dragon rose from the water, its head covered in solidified dark clouds, poised to deliver a fatal blow to Shang Yanting, who had already touched the Heavenly Dao and ascended to godhood in one step. A massive bolt of lightning struck the black dragon, but Shang Yanting withstood the attack, immediately forming a hand seal to seal his spiritual platform and conceal his aura.

He has no time to undergo tribulation at this moment.

Those hand gestures were a secret technique once used by the dragon race.

He suppressed his cultivation level, forcibly avoiding the tribulation for the time being. He looked towards the Martial Cultivation Continent and flew towards the location of the Martial God Temple.

On the other side

Jia Xitong is trapped in a sea of ​​fire.

The massive burning also attracted the people targeted by the Temple of Martial Gods. Black demonic energy filled the sky, carrying with it a deathly aura that reaped lives.

Shang Yanting from the original work also appears.

His eyes were icy as he looked down at the people in the sea of ​​fire.

This man wished she were dead.

But she shouldn't have died at the hands of someone else.

With a wave of his long sleeve, Shang Yanting extinguished the sea of ​​fire instantly. At the same time, all the martial artists who had been lying in ambush nearby rushed out. The red-robed cultivators with the strength of Martial Saints had already laid a trap here, but their attacks, which they believed to be powerful enough to destroy the world, were nothing more than rabbits biting at those who had already been deified.

In the blink of an eye, their formation was destroyed.

In the original novel, Shang Yanting didn't even bother to personally deal with these ants; the Realm of Death could slowly devour them.

He enjoyed watching ants struggle terrified and futilely before death, and he longed even more to inflict the cruelest revenge on those he despised, making them experience the same agony he had suffered. In the original story, Shang Yanting looked down at the people below, and with a wave of his hand, freed Jia Xitong from her bonds. He glanced coldly at the people on the ground, and amidst their panic, turned and left.

Uncle Karl in the crowd stared at him blankly.

Mo Hongyun, looking disheveled, walked up to him with his sword drawn. "Karl, what happened to you?"

Karl withdrew his gaze. "Is it possible for a person to gain power comparable to that of a god within a month?"

His seemingly random remark made Mo Hongyun frown slightly. "If you're talking about Yan Qing, a genius like him who has already reached a level that others couldn't achieve in over three thousand years at just over thirty years, it's hard to believe that he would have such a miraculous encounter in a month, but it's not impossible."

It's not possible.

The facts are right in front of them.

"That person gives me a feeling... similar to Yan Qing, but not quite the same."

Carl frowned as he looked in the direction where Jia Xitong had been kidnapped. "I'm suddenly starting to believe what Xitong said."

...

Jia Xitong had no idea about Karl's emotions at the moment, and she felt that she might be in grave danger.

It seems that because she had fallen out with him, this person was no longer going to pretend.

Jia Xitong was dragged into the realm of death like a piece of merchandise.

Within the realm of death, everything in sight had turned into fine yellow sand. Rivers had dried up, plants had withered, and the ground was littered with the corpses of people and animals. They hadn't even decomposed; instead, they had been dried by the winds that swept through the realm of death, leaving only shriveled shells.

Jia Xitong couldn't help but tremble; in that instant, she felt as if she were about to become one of those shells.

Soon, they arrived at the Demon Palace.

The so-called Demon Palace is actually a former royal palace.

Now the palace and the capital city have become a silent, dead city, eerily quiet, with probably only the two of them left alive.

Jia Xitong was suddenly pushed off a high place by Shang Yanting from the original novel.

The magical artifact binding her cultivation was still intact, and she fell from a height like an ordinary person. Fortunately, her physical abilities were still intact; Jia Xitong was in pain all over when she fell, but at least she didn't lose her life or break any bones.

In the original story, Shang Yanting looked at her pained appearance and his heart was frozen, feeling nothing.

He was even eager to kill her, but because of another Shang Yanting, he had to keep both of them alive so that neither of them would have a good time!

A murderous aura emanated from this person.

Jia Xitong tried her best to shrink back against the wall to minimize her presence, but unfortunately, the other party's murderous aura was directed at her. She racked her brains for all her enemies, but she really couldn't figure out who she had offended.

Even if she couldn't figure it out, she had to endure it.

The difference in strength is too great; she simply cannot win.

She even worried that if she made a sound, the person in front of her would kill her.

In the original story, Shang Yanting looked at Jia Xitong, who was huddled in the corner, and reached out to leave a mark in her sea of ​​consciousness.

Then what?

Then he left.

Jia Xitong thought this person would subject her to cruel torture, but to her surprise, he simply left. Looking at the empty palace, devoid of any living person except for the corpses, she immediately turned and ran.

Within a minute, she had run out of the palace gates.

In the third minute, she climbed back in from outside the door.

We can't get out.

People will die.

Once she leaves the palace gates, her mind will feel as if it's about to explode with pain.

The reason this person dared to leave her alone in the palace courtyard was because she couldn't escape. Jia Xitong guessed that if she really stepped out of this demonic palace, she would explode and die.

She's probably a hostage now.

Jia Xitong quickly realized her situation.

She wanted the imposter to negotiate, or to probe the other party's identity and purpose through social interaction, but she rejected both plans.

This person is somewhat different from the one I ran away from before.

He really wanted to kill her.

Jia Xitong had a strange feeling that if she said even one extra word in front of him, he would be unable to hold back his anger. She had almost been burned to death just now, and now that she had been spared, she cherished it very much.

Jia Xitong lingered in the huge courtyard for a long time.

The main gate of the sleeping quarters was tightly shut, and there wasn't a sound. Outside, there were withered grass and corpses everywhere, and even the fish in the pond were all dead. The surrounding environment was filled with death and desolation; even before being killed, one's mind would be driven to madness.

She stared at the lake, now filled with dead fish, for a long time, then began moving the corpses from the palace to this spot—

Bury it!

Time flies when you're busy.

Jia Xitong spent the whole day throwing all the corpses from the palace and several small rooms into the lake. Although it didn't change the current situation, it was at least not as bad as before.