But compared to his mistress, this little fox's intelligence and mental capacity were worlds apart;

His mistress could outrun this little fox from eight different dimensions!

She knew perfectly well that her husband already had someone else in his heart;

He had already told her that her master could never like her, but she still insisted on getting closer to him.

This isn't called persistent pursuit of love, nor is it called naivety; it's called stupidity.

To put it bluntly, this is called being stubborn and shameless, which also lowers her attractiveness.

But then again, it was thanks to this little fox who chased after them despite the danger of her own life that they were able to survive. Otherwise, he and his master would probably have really died here. So he and his master had no choice but to accept her kindness.

The masked man extinguished his budding, pink-tinted heart, shifted his gaze, and began to feel a pang of sympathy for his male master.

The kindness of a beautiful woman is the hardest to bear!

Being entangled with such a stubborn little fox, he'll have a hard time meeting his mistress in the future!

Thinking this, Ghost Face felt a surge of schadenfreude:

Watching the male lead get his ears pulled and kneel on a washboard is so satisfying to even think about!

Shang Xiye didn't have as many ulterior motives as Guimian. Aside from feeling a bit annoyed when Xue Bingling first came down, he didn't even care about Xue Bingling anymore. He only wanted to survive in this extremely dangerous illusion.

Find the color of the god-slayer, then fight your way out of the demon army's encirclement and live to see his little wife.

As Xue Bingling chanted, the three of them finally landed.

Quite by chance, it landed right on that long, black road that jutted out from the molten lava.

Shang Xiye looked down and examined it carefully. The long black road under her feet was probably carved from a very special kind of stone.

Yes, carving, not building.

Because this long road looks seamless, without any trace of being pieced together or gaps.

Some lava still remained on the road.

But for him, a master alchemist, and the divine beast Ghost Face, this temperature posed no threat.

Xue Bingling's cultivation level was not low, and since her ancient chanting had not yet ended, she was enveloped in a layer of holy light. Even when she landed, her feet did not touch the ground, so the slowly cooling magma could not cause her any harm.

The long road was flanked by bright orange, scorching lava.

But when Shang Xiye and Guimian stood on this long road, the temperature was not as high as they had imagined; it was even warm, like a gentle spring.

If it weren't for the fact that the only light coming from the lava around, making the environment feel unusually oppressive and dark, this would be a tourist destination.

"Only a supreme deity could set up a formation that can withstand temperatures of several thousand degrees," Ghost Face said, looking around in amazement.

Shang Xiye took two steps forward, looking at the seemingly endless lava hell before him, his brows furrowing slightly:

This place is very much like the demon realm.

Even through the defensive arrays and barriers on both sides of the long road, he could feel the dense and violent demonic energy that filled the area.

If it is an illusion created by the gods, why is there a demonic illusion?

Is it simply because the demon realm is more dangerous to spiritual cultivators?

"You've come...?"

"I've been waiting for you for so long..."

Two extremely weak voices, seemingly so faint that a mere gust of wind could blow them away, slowly approached.

"Who are you?!"

Shang Xiye was on high alert, ready to summon the immortal sword, but the sword could not sense him and could not pass through his body.

He tried to take out an ordinary weapon from his storage ring to deal with the situation, but was shocked to find that he couldn't even sense the storage ring's space!