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The area around the Blackwater Abyss has become much more peaceful.
Jade Guanyin was half-covered in blood, the hem of her white gauze dress trailing in the filthy mud. She was using her last remaining demonic energy to build a final line of defense, her eyes filled with sorrow as she looked at the vengeful spirits of her former friends.
Her nails, painted with bright red nail polish, cracked, and her already frail body swayed precariously.
"That's enough." Before she fell, Ye Xiuluo caught her in time. "Come back and rest, Jade Guanyin."
"...No." She steadied herself, facing once more the endless stream of souls within the Blackwater Abyss, and said to her superior, "Your Excellency...I will appease them. Please do not..."
Please don't hurt them. Jade Guanyin gazed silently at Mo Yiheng, a hint of pleading hidden in her eyes.
The newly born demon god's eyes flickered several times, but in the end he only took one step forward to stand beside her: "I know. Then, let's continue."
Abundant demonic energy poured into the jade Guanyin's spiritualized body, while the source of the demonic energy herself, like her, raised a hand, trying her best to transform the aggressive nature of the demonic power.
Master can do it, Jade Guanyin can do it... He can do it too—he must do it.
Even now, as a demon god.
In the shadows, Night Asura remained silent for a moment. Then, he chose to sneak alone behind the vengeful spirits, precisely locking onto the furtive figure in black robes.
Born in the Abyss of Demons, he grew up absorbing the remnants of countless demon gods. Although he is emotionally detached, he is not a cold-blooded person. In the end, he is just a flawed product formed from the remnants of demon gods, and he is incapable of understanding most of the emotions in the world.
Having drifted aimlessly in the Demon Abyss for many years, his emotions were awakened by Mo Yiheng and Yu Guanyin. The son of the former Demon Lord, who mistakenly entered the Demon Abyss with the remnant soul of the Blackwater Abyss, unexpectedly showed no malice towards the world. Thus, he agreed to leave the Demon Abyss with Mo Yiheng and accept the talkative Yu Guanyin into his body, wanting to see their relationship and its ending.
With a flash of lightning, the Demon Realm Scribe moved like a ghost, instantly obliterating the black-robed man. Black sand slipped through his fingers, turning to ashes, yet he didn't even lift an eyelid—the time wasn't right, and Night Asura wouldn't allow this variable to disturb Jade Guanyin.
He wanted to know how the Jade Guanyin would say goodbye to her friends.
If he could learn it… He glanced at the two people who were converting vengeful spirits beside the Blackwater Abyss, then lowered his eyes.
If he could learn to say goodbye, he could say "goodbye" to others when his soul shatters and he perishes.
The two were naturally unaware of Ye Xiuluo's thoughts. They only saw Yu Guanyin first look at Mo Yiheng with gratitude, then slowly lift her leg and walk into the river step by step until half of her body was submerged. Mo Yiheng assisted her with utmost focus, and the demonic energy irresistibly blocked the vengeful spirits that wanted to harm Yu Guanyin.
She spoke softly, bending down to stroke the heart of each will-o'-the-wisp. Her soul-capturing technique was masterful; she clearly saw the worries of each friend and addressed them one by one. The comforted spirits quieted down, and the boiling waters of the Blackwater Abyss returned to their mirror-like smoothness. Jade Guanyin lifted each friend, using Mo Yiheng's demonic power to send them back to their homeland.
"The lost goddess of the Blackwater Abyss—Jade Guanyin, and the newly born demon god of the Demon Realm—Mo Yiheng, promise you all," her voice was soft, but enough to reach the ears of every spirit, "that the chaos of the Three Realms will eventually end, and the false gods who disturb your slumber will eventually fall. When the dust settles, the places where you are buried will return to silence."
Before the flickering will-o'-the-wisp dissipated, it hovered around the three of them, uttering indistinct whispers.
"...I see." Mo Yiheng chuckled, placing one fist in front of his chest, and bowed slightly, smiling, "May the fox spirit bless you and me."
The will-o'-the-wisps were finally satisfied, and drifted back to where they belonged, waiting for the day their promise would be fulfilled.
From then on, Ye Xiuluo turned to his own Demon Lord and pointed out incisively: "Your Majesty, it seems that your emotions have not been stripped away."
Mo Yiheng was startled and subconsciously pressed his hand to his chest, trying hard to recall his memories with Yun Shu. Sure enough, he realized that his love had not died. He then tried to recall his memories with Ye Xiuluo, Yun He, and others, but found nothing unusual.
But why?
"Since the heart is not inside the body, emotions can naturally remain."
A deep male voice slowly approached. Mo Yiheng looked up and saw Yun Hua standing on the land of the Demon Realm with a face full of disgust, holding a jade box in his palm.
It is obvious that Yunhua did not come voluntarily.
Seeing Mo Yiheng's blank expression, he explained in a deep voice, "You are heartless at the moment, and I am soulless at the moment. What's so strange about us being able to retain our emotions?"
Yes, in order to prevent Yunhe from getting hurt when he sealed himself, Yunhua personally destroyed two of his own souls and seven spirits. Now, the demon god Yunhua only has one soul left in his body.
Seeing that the Demon Lord understood the reason, Yunhua then got down to business. He presented the jade box to another Demon God, from which the aura of the Ash Leaf Orchid wafted.
"Xiao He and your clan's physician have spent half a month painstakingly researching and finally created this medicine. Now I have come in person to ask you: Who will go to the Western Regions and deliver this to Yun Shu?"
The medicine made by Jinyelan is a treasure that helps Yunshu's meridians regenerate. If he takes this medicine, the White Fox Immortal Lord should be able to regain his peak strength before he was poisoned by the demonic poison, and he will have a better chance of winning against the false god.
However... Yunhua's question implies that one of the two demon gods must be chosen.
After a moment's consideration, the newly born demon god pushed the jade box back: "Please ask Grandmaster to go."
Following his heart's desire, he naturally longed to travel to the Western Regions. But given the current state of the Three Realms... he could not leave the Demon Realm and his people.
Moreover, Yunhua, as an ancient demon god, later inherited the power of the "Primordial Chaos" and had fought against that false god... In addition, Yunhua Immortal Mountain is guarded by Yunhe, so Yunhua has no worries about going there in person.
Putting aside personal motives, it would indeed be more appropriate for Yunhua to deliver the medicine.
Yunhua remained noncommittal about the result. He retrieved the jade box, nodded, and bowed, speaking in a voice only the two of them could hear: "The Red Lotus Sect's message has arrived. When the Western Regions' heavenly lightning strikes, all eight directions must activate their formations simultaneously to borrow strength from the enemy. As one of the formation's cores, Demon Lord, you must also remain vigilant."
...Activate the formation from all directions? Mo Yiheng's eyes flickered slightly, and he nodded almost imperceptibly.
"Very good." Yunhua was finally satisfied and left with a wave of her sleeve.
Meanwhile, in the Western Regions, inside the gates.
Yun Shu stood in a bizarre space that defied description. It was neither a physical palace nor a void of darkness, but rather resembled a cage forcibly woven from countless fragmented memories and twisted emotions. Beneath his feet lay a solidified, mirror-like black "ground," reflecting no image, only countless faces howling in agony, rising and falling, struggling within it. The cold, damp air was thick with the stench of millennia-old resentment… and a more refined, colder—divine pressure.
Perhaps this is the nest that the false god built to escape pursuit from the outside world after devouring the Kingdom of Quicksand.
His radiant aura was suppressed, illuminating only a few feet to his sides, as if he could be swallowed by the thick darkness at any moment. However, he did not restrain his demonic power, nor did he have time to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips. He simply and generously "wasted" his power without restraint, converting all the dead souls he passed through and relieving their sorrow and pain.
If his senior sister knew, she'd probably be torturing him for half the night. Thinking of this for no reason, Yun Shu smiled helplessly. If it were Senior Sister Yun He here, she would probably use her fan to completely liberate the spirits of this place—perhaps she would even tell him: it's only causing the souls pain for a moment. A moment of suffering for a lifetime of liberation isn't cruel.
But he couldn't; he was born with a fear of pain and naturally didn't want others to suffer.
The deeper he went, the more suffocating the darkness became. Yun Shu could clearly sense that the "rules" of this place were rejecting any life that appeared outside and were trying to erode his power.
He did not back down because of this, but instead released his demonic power even more fearlessly, "freely" feeding the false god who had not yet shown himself.
Even though the moonlight has faded like a candle flickering in the wind.
From a certain moment onward, the surroundings ceased to be a material scene, but rather a myriad of distorted, flowing fragments of memories and emotions—the lament of a dried-up riverbed, the elegy of a lost civilization, the fear of being devoured… They converged into a silent roar, assaulting his consciousness.
Were they all things He ate? How pitiful.
However, this also means that we are closer to Him.
Yun Shu chuckled softly, taking one step after another against the gnawing chaos. As he passed a weeping phantom, he unexpectedly reached back and precisely grasped the person's hand.
“Nice to meet you, Crown Prince.” He turned around and smiled gently. “Or do you prefer to be called ‘Lord of Solitude’?”
Darkness surged, and in less than a moment, it coalesced into the body of the eyeless man. He had a handsome face and a slender figure. His only flaw was that his heartbeat was too violent, almost making Yun Shu's eardrums ache.
The man "sized up" the newcomer for a long time, and a cheerful smile appeared on his face. He did not pull his arm out of Yun Shu's hand, but instead pressed his soft, boneless body against the other's still upright back after experiencing the demonic poison, and ambiguously stuck out his tongue to lick the white fox ears.
The fox's ears twitched uncontrollably, but it did not make any other movements.
“White Fox Immortal Lord…you are delicious.” He said, his pale knuckles hooking onto Yun Shu’s clothes. “The form of address is not important. But I hope you can call me ‘Master’…but I think you wouldn’t be willing to do so. Therefore, how about calling me by my real name—‘Li’?”
The little black coal ball had already exploded into a sea urchin the moment this person appeared. Now, seeing Yun Shu being groped by this inexplicable false god, it was even more furious. If the White Fox Immortal Lord hadn't glanced down at it, the little fur ball would probably have jumped out and attacked the false god long ago.
“Of course, Li.” Yun Shu readily complied, seemingly letting Him hug him, but only a tiny bit of starlight appeared at his fingertips, indicating that he was trying to tear the guy clinging to him off.
To be fair, Yun Shu's lifestyle is not very open-minded—at least, not open enough to accept someone being completely naked on her body without any expression.
However, the other party did not accept it.
“Pure power and goodwill…” Li released her arms from Yun Shu’s neck, then took the white fox fairy’s star-studded fingertips and brought them to her lips, savoring them with relish. “Indeed, it is the taste I have been craving.”
Yun Shu froze, but under the other party's influence, she was unable to resist: "...Li, please have some self-respect."
"Hehe... White Fox Immortal Lord, are you shy?" The false god's tone remained ambiguous, but his actions showed no mercy.
Li looked up and kissed his eyes, while the pitch-black quicksand instantly pierced through Yun Shu's joints, wrapping the two of them tightly and moving at high speed toward the core.
When Yun Shu opened her eyes again amidst excruciating pain, she discovered that she was already nailed to the Black Sand Throne beneath her "heart," and the frizzy little black coal ball had been thrown away by Li somewhere.
As for the false god himself, he was straddling Yun Shu's waist and abdomen, his head buried deep in the white fox immortal's silver hair, gently yet roughly sucking on the flesh of the immortal's neck and savoring it—or perhaps grinding his teeth would be a more accurate description.
"What a perfect feast, Yun Shu..." Li's voice was soft and melodious, yet chilling. "My children have been discovered, but... that won't affect my plans. Don't be afraid, Yun Shu. You and your world will be a delicacy for me to enjoy."
"But now, all I want is to taste your flavor."
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