The strange voice chuckled, its tone dry and shrill, constantly tempting him.

You are nothing more than a lowly mortal who has been given the Meng Po soup in every lifetime. There is no way you could possibly know her identity.

Don't you want to keep her by your side? Give yourself to me, my power can help you do it...

Every word struck a chord with Jiang Yan's inner desires, and the black in his eyes was being swallowed by red.

"There it is!"

A radiant light appeared before Jiang Yan, and a dozen or so people, or rather a dozen or so immortals, stood behind Zi'e. Nanpu, who had come with him, quickly went up to check on Zi'e's injuries.

The others watched Jiang Yan's red and black eyes warily. Even though the evil aura emanating from him wasn't particularly strong, no one underestimated him.

"All immortals, attack together!"

A group of immortals summoned their magical artifacts and threw them at Jiang Yan in the distance. A magic tower grew larger in mid-air and pressed down on him, while a pill furnace tilted and poured out Samadhi True Fire, which swept over him.

The magical artifacts, imbued with spiritual energy, hurtled towards him with fierce attacks. Jiang Yan endured the pain emanating from his body and suddenly realized how absurd his life of manipulating power had been.

In a daze, he seemed to return to his childhood, not knowing his biological parents. From the time he could remember, he had been living in a brothel as the lowest-ranking servant, doing odd jobs in order to beg for a little food to keep him alive.

He was born in a dark swamp, and on a night when he was unwilling to escape, his whereabouts were exposed by Sister Liu. He was brutally beaten in the winding alleys, and he was about to die. No one would come to save him...

The clear, bright light of the sword flashed and disappeared in an instant.

The immortals' moves were torn to shreds by the fierce sword energy.

The peach-pink long dress fluttered down from the sky like a butterfly, bright and beautiful.

"Jiang Yan, Jiang Yan..."

Someone is calling me; it's a familiar voice.

He felt he had lost something very, very important. He squatted in the dark, racking his brains. Even though his head ached so badly that his whole body trembled, he refused to give up.

His intuition told him that he could give up anything except this one. Who exactly was this person?

"Ah!!" Jiang Yan roared, curling his body into a ball and pounding his head with his hands.

Remember it! Remember it!

Jiang Yan and the demon god are fighting for the body. Jiang Yan's soul is fighting against the demon god's power. This situation is extremely dangerous, not to mention that Jiang Yan is a mortal. Shu Yun's vast immortal power is useless.

One of the gods couldn't help but step forward and say, "Great God, it would be the right thing to do to eliminate the Demon God in one fell swoop before he succeeds in conquering the land."

"Yeah yeah."

Everyone agreed.

Only Nanpu and Zi'e stood quietly to one side, remaining silent.

Shu Yun remained expressionless. She countered with a question, "You mean you want to make your move while Jiang Yan is fighting the Demon God?"

“Indeed, I know what the High God is worried about, but the resurgence of the Demon God will lead to chaos in the world. It would be a win-win situation to exchange the life of a mortal for the peace of the four seas and eight wastelands.”

A sliver of light shone through the dark alleyway. Jiang Yan struggled to breathe and looked in the direction of the light. There stood a person in a blue Taoist robe holding an umbrella, exuding a cold and aloof air.

The person raised the umbrella brim slightly, revealing their face, a beauty of unparalleled purity, their eyes seemingly imbued with snowmelt, an eternally unchanging clarity.

She reached out her hand to him, a gentle smile in her eyes, "Jiang Yan, it's time to go home."