For the servants, the fact that the cult leader no longer abused and killed them was a great relief.

It was Feng Xianzun who suffered, being exploited by the sect leader every day. In that palace, there was revelry every night, and occasionally, she would be pinned to the bed by the sect leader in broad daylight.

The servants sighed.

Feng Xianzun risked her life to save the world by feeding the demon with her own body.

Such fearless spirit truly befits the title of Phoenix Immortal!

Days seemed to pass by one after another.

Until a year later.

One day, Su Yan was eating fruit in the pavilion.

Feng Yu returned to the palace.

At that time, everything was as usual.

Then, Su Yan felt a sharp pain in her chest.

Then came intense pain.

She swayed, her face turning deathly pale.

When Feng Yu walked to the pavilion with another portion of washed fruit, she saw that Su Yan's face was frighteningly pale, her body was swaying, and she looked like she was about to collapse.

Feng Yu's heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.

He threw down the fruit plate he was holding and ran towards Su Yan.

Then, Su Yan fell to the side.

The next second, she fell into Feng Yu's arms.

She could even hear clearly the terrified, trembling voice calling out to her.

She blinked, her expression no longer clear.

He slowly placed his hand on Feng Yu's hand.

Then, a sharp pain came.

He closed his eyes and stopped breathing completely.

When Su Yan regained consciousness, she found herself floating in mid-air.

It was in an ice cellar.

Looking down, Feng Yu was dressed in white, holding a woman in red in his arms, muttering to himself as if he were possessed.

The woman in red was pale and lifeless; she was clearly dead.

However, Feng Yu didn't seem to care. After murmuring for a while, he lowered his head and gently kissed the woman.

Each time, it was as if one were holding a priceless treasure, desperately wanting to embrace it, yet afraid of breaking it.

Su Yan looked at him, then reached out, wanting to touch him.

Her hand passed directly through Feng Yu's body, and Feng Yu seemed unable to see her.

She spoke

"Xiaohua, explain this to me."

Then, Xiaohua's voice could be heard.

"Host... Xiaohua just found out too. So, you are a character in the book, and the villain died at this point in time, so you... also died."

Am I a soul now?

"Uh... sort of."

Why am I still conscious?

In the past, after she died, she should have been sent to the next mission plane.

Xiaohua hesitated before speaking.

"Host, do you still remember the wish that the male protagonist, Feng Yu, made? He wished that you would always be by his side, until he died."

Su Yan

"...You mean I'll stay by his side until he dies?"

"Yes, host."

How long will it last?

"Hmm... The book shows that the male protagonist, Feng Yu, eventually becomes an immortal and obtains an immortal divine soul."

Su Yan

"······"

Xiao Hua hurriedly said

"However, the male protagonist has already fallen into demonic possession, so he can no longer cultivate immortality. Therefore, logically speaking, it should end on the day he becomes an immortal."

"When did he become an immortal?"

"One hundred years later."

Su Yan fell silent again.

Although she was talking to Xiaohua, her eyes were always on Fengyu.

She could hear Feng Yu's words clearly.

He was expressing his affection for himself, sentence by sentence.

That was something I had never mentioned before.

Normally, Feng Yu would always ask Su Yan how much she liked him.

Then he would use this as a pretext to take advantage of her.

Now, listening to his words, so devout yet so desperate.