Countless immortals, gods, goddesses, soldiers, and generals arrived on clouds and paid their respects to Long Xun and Yin Chen, who stood high on the altar.
The mortals were stunned by this astonishing scene, their mouths agape, not knowing what to do. They just stared blankly as the gods, whose legends were beyond their comprehension, chanted rites, offered gifts, and then respectfully withdrew.
After the ceremony, only a few immortals remained. They descended slowly from the clouds. Before people could calm down, a figure suddenly jumped out from among the imperial guards on both sides, his sword flashing brightly as he charged straight at Yin Chen!
The sword was as swift as lightning, completely beyond the reach of a mortal's body and mind. Yin Chen, who had been struggling to maintain his composure during the divinely witnessed offering, had already exhausted too much of his energy and was caught off guard, only managing to protect his stomach in time—
Bang!
puff--!
With two soft sounds, the young man in the apricot-yellow robe standing above the white clouds flicked his sleeve, and the attacker involuntarily spat out blood and fell to the ground.
The chubby young man following closely behind him glanced down at the man who was gripping his sword and struggling to get up. The man's face was exactly the same as Yin Chen's, and his bright and determined eyes made the young man frown. With a flick of his finger from high above, the man froze and turned into ashes.
Yin Chen felt as if something had returned to his body, a warm current surging within him, and a comforting feeling from the depths of his soul left him somewhat dazed.
"Ah Chen." Long Xun took his hand and whispered, "Don't overthink it."
Bei Chen hadn't expected to attack at this time, because the passage had just been opened and the power of the immortals and gods who came to this small world was not suppressed. Against Bei Chen, who only had a remnant soul, anyone could easily kill him.
It was much easier than when Long Xun was suppressed.
Moreover, this kind of annihilation is so severe that the soul is completely destroyed.
Yin Chen looked back at Long Xun, a faint smile flashing across his lips. His eyes, as clear as the vast starry sky, were overflowing with affection. Even without saying a word, it was clear how deeply he loved the person beside him.
He trusted his lover, and even though something seemed to have happened that he didn't understand, he chose not to say or ask, and quietly remained a wallflower.
Even though he had a premonition that the assassin who tried to kill him didn't really want to kill him, but rather seemed to be deliberately courting death... he didn't say anything more.
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