Chapter 207 concludes. There's still a very, very long road ahead…

When Mingguang made this ritual implement, he truly hoped that Xiaotaozhi would be willing to live and die with him.

Most importantly, Mingguang wanted to use this magical artifact to bind Xiaotaozhi, tying their lives together so that she wouldn't gamble with her life so easily in the future.

Mingguang never imagined that empathy... could be used for...

He was always amazed by Xiao Taozhi's ideas.

Shocked to the point of being at a loss, shocked to the point of blushing... shocked to the point of uncontrollably having all sorts of fantasies and reactions following her words.

Mingguang lifted his head from her arms and looked at Bitao from bottom to top for a moment.

Suddenly, he wrapped his arms around her waist, lifted her high up, and cast a cleansing spell as he walked into the inner room, slamming the door shut with his foot.

If it weren't for the pent-up emotions and anxieties, why would Mingguang have to restrain himself for so long? Fortunately... fortunately, after all the twists and turns, Xiao Taozhi was his destiny from the very beginning.

It was simply his destiny.

Mingguang's longing for the peach blossoms was like a floodgate opening, rushing and roaring.

Bitao loved his fierce and thirsty appearance. The two of them forgot that they could use their magic to shatter their robes. They tore each other apart, and the hanging bed curtains rolled like waves in the occasional surge of magic, rising and falling, swaying.

Mingguang's heart had been heavy with sorrow for too long. He was already a deep thinker, and the more he thought, the more his thoughts wandered. Qingming's sudden offering of the sundial only added to his grief.

The time he spent traveling with the Heavenly Dao of the Myriad Realms was more than two months in the Heavenly Realm, but countless years in the Lower Realm.

Over the years, he has never slept or eaten properly, nor has he dared to rest. Whenever he stops, he will come up with all sorts of extreme measures to keep Xiao Taozhi.

He tormented himself with the thought that if he got back late, Xiao Taozhi might forget him, while at the same time he was heartbroken and longing for her, hoping that she was also tormented by longing, just like him.

Now all the misunderstandings and fears have been dispelled. The knot in my chest has finally been unblocked, and the body, which has not rested for a long time, has finally released the last breath it had been holding.

He fainted as soon as the gate was opened.

Bitao was like a fish in a flood, thinking that this time she could be swept up to the sky by the torrent, cross the Dragon Gate, and soar into the heavens like a dragon.

She was panting heavily, like a wild dog that had run eight hundred miles, and quickly reached out to check Mingguang's meridians.

Upon investigation, they found that he was perfectly fine.

With his meridians open and his spiritual energy flowing freely, he was simply... simply too tired for too long. The sudden relaxation was like a string on a musical instrument breaking from being plucked too hard.

He fainted.

"Hey!" Bitao slapped him on the chest, but it didn't wake him up.

She bit Mingguang's shoulder in anger, but Mingguang seemed oblivious, lying there in a deep sleep, with tears of excitement still clinging to the corners of his eyes and mouth.

Bitao was unwilling to accept this.

How could she accept this?

She's been a celibate for so long! On the day of the great battle, Zhan Kui just grabbed Guang Han and ate her without a second thought!

She waited and waited, until finally everything was resolved and peace was restored to the world.

At this critical moment, Mingguang actually put her to sleep!

Bitao could certainly activate the magical artifact to forcibly wake him up, but she quickly realized that although Mingguang was unconscious, he was still capable of supporting the sky and the sea.

So she simply cupped Mingguang's lips and kissed them, buried her head in his neck, smelled the unique fragrance of his hair, and kissed his cheek and the small red mole on his chin.

The peach blossoms transformed into seagulls, flapping their wings, rising and falling as they soared into the sky, then suddenly swooping down into the deep sea, catching fish on the surface with their beaks, and devouring them with great relish.

Mingguang simply lost his strength and spirit and fainted; he did not die.

He was like a small boat adrift on the waves. When the sea was calm, he drifted downstream, but soon, a huge wave came and he awoke amidst the raging storm.

The moment he opened his eyes, he saw a small, wet peach branch above him, its head tilted back as if it had just been pulled from the waves. For a brief moment, he was confused.

I don't know if I'm dreaming or if I'm really floating on the sea.

Upon regaining his senses, he was instantly so ashamed that his face turned as red as a roasted red spirit crab.

How...how could he have lost consciousness?

Little peach branch, little peach branch, how could you steal it...

Mingguang grasped Xiaotaozhi's undulating waist with his large hands, gritted his teeth to suppress his surprised voice, and glared at her, asking through gritted teeth, "What are you doing!"

Bitao looked down from her high perch, her eyebrows half-closed, like a goddess riding the waves of the sea, and laughed wildly: "You."

The "Two Elements Concentric Knot" is truly powerful, granting double the perception; Bitao is constantly on the verge of madness.

It's so exhilarating it's almost insane.

Mingguang was entirely red, just like the red lanterns that hang all over the corridors during the New Year festival.

With a forceful lift of his knee, the world turned upside down, giant waves crashed, and all the ships on the sea were swallowed up by the undercurrent.

Mingguang looked down and bit Bitao's shoulder.

It was getting light outside.

But the waves in the sea never distinguish between day and night; raging waves can always strike the deep sea at any time, tearing apart and destroying all marine life.

Schools of fish, and even whales as large and thick as small mountains, no matter how hard they struggled, could only be disoriented and drifted with the current in the raging waves...

Mingguang had the best sleep he could remember.

He seemed to have completely regressed into an ordinary infant, devoid of dreams and awareness, and completely oblivious to everything around him.

When he opened his eyes, he was momentarily disoriented and didn't know what day it was.

He lay in the soft blankets, the morning light... shining through the window onto his face.

Everything around me was completely unfamiliar.

He turned his head and saw that no one was beside him. Thinking of last night... he jumped up in an instant.

He picked up the familiar robe hanging on the screen not far away and put it on.

Once he had straightened his clothes, he used his divine sense to quickly locate Xiao Taozhi.

She was on the beach beneath the giant peach tree of Juntian... chasing a big yellow dog.

Seeing her chasing the dog, the black donkey followed behind her, its four hooves flying, looking even more lively than the dog.

Mingguang then realized that he was no longer in his palace.

He remembered last night... He eventually cast a few cleansing spells and fell asleep. How did he end up being taken from his own palace to Little Peach Blossom's palace after he fell asleep?!

"I carried you here."

Bitao looked at Mingguang, who had come to find him, and said, "I'll just walk openly on the newly paved white jade street in Xianjing. Anyway, everyone knows we're a couple."

Mingguang's complexion was a mix of green, red, and white.

Bitao laughed loudly.

He said, "I was just kidding! I've been promoted to Emperor, and now I can activate the teleportation array at any time. I teleported you here directly."

"Haven't you noticed that the blanket you're using is the same one from your palace?"

Mingguang did not find it.

He's such a meticulous and thoughtful person, but last night it seemed like he completely lost his mind.

He even arrived at the beach where Bitao was, only to find that it was not morning at all, and what had entered the house was not the dawn, but the sunset.

"How long have I been asleep?" Mingguang asked, his voice a little hoarse.

He heard his own voice, then quickly shut his mouth tightly again, his ears turning red, and hurriedly urged the immortal spirit to heal his throat.

Bitao sat on the beach, patting the ground around her.

Before Mingguang could sit down, the big yellow dog sat down first.

Bitao took another picture, but this time the black donkey couldn't beat Mingguang.

Bitao said to Mingguang, "You didn't sleep for long, you slept for... thirteen days."

Mingguang: "..."

Bitao tilted her head, leaned it against his shoulder, and looked at him, saying, "It's normal, you're just too tired. This is what happens when you relax, catching up on all the sleep you've had over the years."

Bitao looked at Mingguang, her peach blossom eyes curving into crescents. She smiled lazily, inwardly marveling at how Mingguang, the usually impeccably dressed and meticulous immortal lord, was now rushing out without even tying his hair up.

Fortunately, by this time, the people from various departments who had come to see Mingguang off and to visit him had already left, otherwise they would have been dumbfounded by Mingguang's appearance at that moment.

He looked more serene than ever before, with an elegant and refined air, more beautiful than the sunset reflected on the sea.

Bitao couldn't help but recall the first time the two of them sat here watching the sunset, when she was just a little fairy.

She used the conflict between the ancient immortal clan and the merit-based immortal position to coerce the then-celestial being Mingguang into watching the sunset with her.

At that time, Mingguang's brows were stern and his face was covered with frost and snow, like a snow mountain god who would never melt, like a stern Buddha who would never look down on demons.

But at this moment, gazing at the magnificent view of the sea stretching to the sky in the distance, he slowly turned his head and rested it on Bitao's head.

The divine lord's cold blade transformed into water, and the Buddha was moved and captivated.

Bitao closed her eyes. She had been handling all the official duties in the myriad realms these past few days, and she also had to go to the underworld to handle its official duties. It was as if she was splitting herself in two.

She was feeling a little sleepy.

Mingguang scooped up her hand that had fallen onto the sand. After a moment's thought, he understood the hardships she had endured these past few days. He spread his divine sense and found that around the large peach tree, besides them, there was only a donkey and a dog. He turned his head and kissed her earlobe, whispering, "You've had a hard time these past few days."

Bitao smiled with her eyes closed: "It wasn't too hard."

"However, I am quite adept at my official duties in the Heavenly Realm. Since you find it too arduous for me, how about... I become the Celestial Emperor three thousand years from now?"

Mingguang's lips remained pressed against her ear, and he gently touched her again, saying, "No, we agreed to rely on our own abilities."

Bitao laughed with her eyes closed, her whole body trembling.

He kicked his shin: "Hmph! You're not even a Grand Immortal yet. The Heavenly Dao of the Myriad Realms took you away to train in the Myriad Realms a while ago because it thought you couldn't establish your heart. Now that the Myriad Realms are newly settled, Daju has gone to Shangqing Realm. The dragons of the Mountain and Water Department are all fighting each other to the death, and they still haven't chosen a Mountain and Water God... The Six Departments can't gather enough Immortals with the qualifications to establish your heart. It will probably be a long time before you can become a Grand Immortal."

"Now I have many believers in the Nine Heavens, and the Heaven and the Underworld will soon be united. I will be the most revered emperor among the immortals. Just wait, I will definitely be the Immortal Emperor in three thousand years!"

Mingguang: "Not necessarily. I was personally guided by the Heavenly Dao of the Myriad Realms. I have already learned the art of controlling the Five Thunders. I also personally led more than 700 high-ranking immortals to ascend to the Heavenly Realm. Even Jichunjun, the successor of Doumu Yuanjun, will remember my kindness in helping her plan her ascension to the Heavenly Realm."

Bitao: "..."

Mingguang: "..."

The two stared at each other for a moment, just like before, locked in a fierce confrontation, neither giving an inch.

But soon, their lips met, and no one knew who leaned in first or who pursed their lips first.

In short, the giant peach wood of Juntian, the Boundless Sea, and even the dog and donkey that have been living in harmony all witnessed the two people's intimate and inseparable bond.

The celestial realm is vast, and immortality is everlasting. They have a very long time to compete and vie for power, and a very long road ahead to walk hand in hand.