Yunluo Mountains, Muyun Peak.

The mountains are high and vast, and the sunlight shines on these barren mountains. The flowing light and shadows are filled with a chill that makes people shiver.

But no matter how cold the weather is, it won’t be colder than the sword energy surrounding that person.

The sonorous and passionate music of Miaoyin Sect's entry into the battle was still going on, but Jiang Mi's blood-red eyes suddenly faded back to dark gold because of the girl's words. The violent murderous aura that was faintly surging around him gradually dissipated, and the corners of his lips slightly raised.

——Logically speaking, such a cold and handsome man showing such a warm smile would be more than heart-stirring...but this is the Demon Emperor.

His warm five fingers suddenly pinched the girl's right wrist. The knuckles and meridians contained unimaginably strong energy, which was like heavy shackles hanging on the flesh and blood, making Yao Yue shiver in pain, unable to break free at all.

"No need to run."

You and I, together, are invincible.

The man's eyes swept across every terrified face in the cave, with a hint of mockery in his eyes.

In the blink of an eye, the arm of a Wanjian Mountain disciple who was closest to him flew high with blood splattering. Then a Xingji Pavilion disciple who turned around to escape was stabbed in the chest with a sword from behind. The Hehuan Sect cave suddenly became a Shura field with blood and flesh flying everywhere. Several people summoned their weapons and wanted to fight hard, but they were unable to resist. The Huangji Tianjian, wrapped in a powerful energy, rushed towards their throats and swept away the heads of several young people with one sword.

"You two should go together——" He held up the magic sword, and the vast magic power burned throughout his body, illuminating his calm dark golden eyes, "Or should we die together?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xing Yuan didn't dare to stay any longer, and immediately formed a teleportation array to lead the horrified members of the Immortal Alliance to retreat.

The cold wind seemed to be mixed with a hint of water vapor, and it looked like it was going to snow heavily again.

There were only four people left in the cave. She looked at Qin Qianxue almost for help, but Qin Qianxue stood there, not daring to move:

"Farewell, Master..."

“……”Evil disciple!

Jiang Mi used his two slender fingers to brush a strand of her hair behind her ear. His action was very tender and affectionate, but unfortunately, it looked like an active volcano that was about to erupt at any time.

"Okay, time to go home."

The girl's face was obviously in disarray, and if you looked closely, there was even a hint of fear. This had to start with her two dreams:

After Yao Yue ascended to Ziweiyuan, she was warned by Taiyi Xianzun that she must ensure that the world would not start a war because of her. The first time he appeared in her dream was on the night of her ascension. After Jiang Mi returned to the Demon Palace, he fainted while hugging her body because of excessive sadness. She took the opportunity to enter his dream to comfort him. In the dream, he cried heartbreakingly and knelt on the ground begging her to come back. She was full of sadness but helpless, and could only leave an illusory promise: if the Demon Realm did not provoke a war, she would often appear in his dreams.

But she is not an auspicious star official like Wenquxing or Lucunxing. She is in charge of war. Let alone coming to the human world, even if she sends messages in dreams once every hundred years, it is too frequent.

The rules of heaven cannot be broken, let alone for the sake of love. Yao Yue knew this truth very well, so she stayed in Langhuan Blessed Land most of the time to read books, both to satisfy her hobbies and to numb herself from thinking about worldly affairs. Until the star official Tian Xing suddenly came to her and said that there was a demon cultivator in the mortal world who was building a ladder to heaven, and he refused to give up even after being struck by thunder several times.

That evil cultivator was naturally Jiang Mi.

It had been two hundred years since the second dream. He neither cried nor made a fuss, but just stood there looking at her, his eyes becoming very strange, as if he couldn't help but kneel down to worship her, yet he also had an extremely strong desire to devour her. That day he only asked one question -

"Do I have to go too far before you come to see me?"

She felt this was a threat, so her tone was not very good at the time: "I'm afraid you will be struck by lightning and turned into ashes, and you won't be able to see me if you want to."

After that day, Jiang Mi no longer asked people to build a ladder to heaven, but he built something else -

He transformed the entire Demon Palace's bedroom into a Nine Palace Soul-Locking Formation.

The Nine Palace Soul Locking Formation was an extremely vicious formation. The souls trapped in it had no way to go up to heaven or down to earth. Even the Golden Immortals could not escape. It was not an exaggeration to say that they would never be able to reincarnate. Her name was written on every talisman in the formation, and it was carved by him stroke by stroke. When the gods in heaven used this formation to tease her, Yao Yue could still smile bitterly, but now that she had fallen back into the mortal world, she could not smile at all.

——The "going home" that Jiang Mi mentioned probably means sending her into this formation.

Once you enter this formation, let alone helping others to ascend to heaven, you will be in trouble even if you are like a clay Buddha crossing the river.

In fact, according to the calculation of the immortal world, she and Jiang Mi had been separated for less than a year. But one day in heaven equals one year on earth, and she had no idea how Jiang Mi had survived these three hundred years.

His appearance still maintained the peak appearance of a twenty-year-old, but those dark golden eyes no longer had any warmth and tenderness. When he looked up and down, his eyes were like cold springs, and he felt a chill piercing into his bones, and he couldn't help but want to turn his head away.

"I want to... go see Sister Shuangshuang first." She noticed that his hand holding the sword tightened slightly, and quickly added, "Let's go together."

Jiang Mi looked down at the face that was so close to him, as if no one else in the world or anything else could divert his attention in the slightest. No one knew that his muscles were slightly tense under his robe.

After a moment, he suddenly leaned forward and whispered into the girl's ear. The sound sounded like a sweet and passionate love message, but every word was so cold that it chilled people to the bone:

"Of course we have to go together. This should be the last time we see each other."

“…”

"For the past three hundred years, the motivation that has kept me alive every day has been that prophecy." The young man's slender and powerful fingers slid through her hair, cherishing and carefully, until he kissed the tip of her hair on his lips, "It's all for the day when I can hear you call my name again."

"No one can take you away from me anymore, not even gods can..."