But she didn't know where her confidence came from, she always felt that with Jiang Yan's extraordinary intelligence in the mortal world, he shouldn't have died so easily, so she has been searching for him ever since.

Seeing her silence, the demonic cultivator opposite her offered a few words of comfort: "You have already done more than enough for that mortal. It's one thing for a mere mortal to receive your favor in the human world, but to have you search for him in the demon realm for a hundred years is another. Not everyone can receive the grace of a god. Perhaps this is his fate."

The thought that Jiang Yan, who had grown from a skinny boy into a handsome young man, had died silently in the Demon Realm or somewhere in the Four Seas and Eight Desolations in a year unknown to her made Shu Yun feel uncomfortable.

“You’re right,” Shu Yun sighed wearily. A hundred years is not a short time; it’s enough to erode her confidence in finding him. “I really should give up. He was just a mortal I saved on a whim…”

Jiang Yan was indeed just a mortal, but he should have been able to enter the good cycle of reincarnation that she had planned for him, living a carefree and happy life in every lifetime, instead of dying here.

"Go back now," Shu Yun waved her hand to shoo him away, "I'll sit for a while before I leave."

Having finally persuaded Shu Yun to give up, the demonic cultivator breathed a sigh of relief, his body turning into a wisp of black smoke and dissipating into the air.

Shu Yun sat quietly by the window until she was alone before getting up and walking downstairs. As soon as she reached the top of the stairs, a strong stench of decay wafted from the outer door on the first floor.

It was only then that she realized how eerily quiet the area was. There wasn't a single person at any table on the first floor, and even the shop's staff and owner had vanished without a trace.

Not only this shop, but with Shu Yun's keen hearing, there wasn't a single demonic cultivator or monster to be found near it.

What happened?

Shu Yun circulated divine power within her body, wary of any potential changes that might occur at any moment.

The closer she got to the door, the stronger the stench of decay became, making Shu Yun want to shut down her sense of smell altogether.

She soon found out where the stench was coming from.

Shu Yun stepped out the door. At the end of the bumpy road lay a rough-skinned monster, its huge body pressed against her, its back to her, its head moving incessantly.

She moved closer, and when the monster's full appearance came into view, Shu Yun's expression suddenly turned cold.

She knew about this thing; the forbidden book called it the "Corpse Beast," a man-made creature that wasn't even a living being. It was pieced together from corpses and grew by constantly consuming fresh flesh and blood; it was an extremely evil being.

When did the demon realm start secretly tinkering with these things again? Wasn't the tragedy of the demon god ten thousand years ago enough to wake these people up?

The corpse beast sensed the presence of a living creature and vaguely knew that eating it would be highly nutritious. It stopped eating and slowly turned its "head," which it had pieced together from different corpses.

Those rough-looking skins were actually the corpses of different demonic cultivators or demons haphazardly piled together and sticking out. If someone with weak willpower saw this scene of corpses lying around and smelled that stench, they would probably vomit on the spot.

Shu Yun glanced over and saw that the corpses on the beast were from at least a hundred people. There was also the body of a demonic cultivator that had just been torn apart under its head. The beast had embedded its arm in its head, and its two feet were still bleeding on the ground.

She watched coldly as the corpse beast pounced on her, her sleeves fluttering even without wind, a gale swirling around her fingertips, ready to tear the beast to shreds at any moment.

A long, pale hand with distinct knuckles reached out from beside Shu Yun, and black demonic energy roared out, enveloping the corpse beast. In the blink of an eye, the enormous corpse beast turned into blood energy in the black mist and was swallowed and absorbed by the black mist.

When Shu Yun caught a glimpse of that hand out of the corner of her eye, she was startled and quickly distanced herself.

She was so engrossed in the corpse beast that she didn't even notice the man's arrival. When did the Demon Realm have someone with such cultivation?

The most evil thing in the forbidden book was dealt with so easily, and the man put down his hand and turned his head to look over.

This person was dressed in black robes, embroidered with ancient patterns using silver thread mixed with silk. Unlike the wide sleeves of the Nine Heavens and Penglai, this person's sleeves were tight and neat, indicating that this was the attire of the Demon Realm.

He was as tall and straight as a pine tree, with long, straight legs, but unfortunately, he had a hideous blue demon mask on his face, so his appearance could not be seen.