The sounds of crying and terrified screams filled the entire sky.
Mount Ziyue’s clouds surged like waves, the green forests echoed with the songs of birds.
Blue Lake reflected the wavering moonlight, Orange Valley was thick with the scent of fruit.
This was the main camp of [Mieyang], nestled in the beautiful Heart-Moon Valley of the southern frontier.
Layer upon layer of misty peaks, cascading waterfalls and flowing springs, the valley blooming with flowers like brocade. Towering mountains encircled the area, the mountain mists twisting and turning, dreamlike and ethereal. Yet this idyllic peach-blossom paradise had now become a living hell.
A terrifying slaughter was underway, blood flowed like rivers, countless cultivators resisted desperately, but could not cause the slightest trouble for the killer.
A blazing Qingyang rose above the world, yet what it brought was not the gentleness of warmth, but bone-piercing cold and endless despair.
A Daoist in dark robes stood proudly in the sky, holding aloft a long banner radiating with purple energy. Each casual strike of his hand claimed the lives of thousands upon thousands.
He looked down from above, watching the frantic stampede of countless people in their final moments, like pitiful colonies of ants.
No one could see his face, but all recognized the demonic sun shadow behind him, wreathed in raging demonic flames, and the black banner entwined with countless vengeful spirits.
Wuuu~!!!
At this moment, within the Soul Pearl, the remnant souls of millions of living beings let out a collective wail. Countless remnant souls trembled, and just like humans, dark blood-tears streamed from their faces!
“Qingyang Demon Lord! Qingyang Demon Lord! Qingyang Demon Lord!!”
“Vengeance! Vengeance! Vengeance!”
“Kill! Kill! Kill!!”
The voices of countless remnant souls seemed to ring right at her ear, echoing within her heart.
Bai Changsheng collapsed to her knees, refusing Gu Wanqing’s offered hand at her side. She stood up by herself, gazing deeply at the Soul Pearl in her palm, then returned it to Gu Wanqing.
The two exchanged silent glances, both understanding the answer in their hearts.
With what?
With hatred!
The tragic deaths of their comrades, the unfulfilled ambitions of [Mieyang], the pain and sorrow inflicted upon all Mieyang’s cultivators—these all needed to be repaid!!
Ultimate resentment, relentless obsession, a curse wishing to destroy Qingyang, all merged into the deathly aura, the yin energy, and the killing intent of heaven and earth, birthing an eternal hatred that would never fade!
Hatred—pervaded everything!!
Bai Changsheng left.
She left in utter silence.
This hatred was too heavy—so heavy that even a Nascent Soul True Lord could not bear it, so heavy that it could shatter the heavens and the earth, so heavy it seemed to pierce through the ages.
“Brother Gu, will we win?” Jiang Nishang didn’t know when she’d come to Gu Wanqing’s side. Together, they gazed at the volcano crater where a Nascent Soul puppet was being forged, yet her words struck at the heart’s morale.
Hearing this, a trace of pity flashed in Gu Wanqing’s eyes. He reached out his long arm and gently embraced Jiang Nishang’s slender waist from behind.
Her cool skin, separated only by the blue robe, was still soft and smooth to the touch.
She seemed to tremble slightly.
Yes, both of them were among the [Mieyang] cultivators who had survived that great war. Both had witnessed the Qingyang Demon Lord’s power. With just one strike, [Mieyang]—the gathering of the five domains’ talents, countless heroes—was utterly annihilated, without even a moment’s struggle.
The sect’s five True Lords, thirty-six half-step True Lords, eight hundred Realmen, thirty thousand Heaven’s Chosen…not one escaped. The names that once stunned an era, vanished without a sound, pitifully and insignificantly, leaving not a trace.
Mister Bai had also disappeared after that battle, and when he reappeared, he used that time-rippled seed to send them into the past.
Jiang Nishang’s body did not move, but she turned her head ever so slightly, her eyes showing a trace of unspeakable sorrow.
“We will win.” Gu Wanqing said, his voice calm as still water, yet resolute as ice. “Trust Mister Bai, trust Mieyang, trust us.”
Jiang Nishang looked at him, suddenly giving a light laugh. “You’re right, we will win. We definitely will. Fellow Daoist Bai said Mister Bai couldn’t come himself, but I believe he has a great plan, he must be protecting us, protecting the Five Domains and Two Heavens.”
At the same moment, in a side hall of the Azure Emperor’s Divine Palace.
Dim candlelight flickered in the wind, casting shadows on the ancient walls. The air in the hall was thick with a sensual haze, filled with ambiguous atmosphere.
Gentle, winding moans drifted through the palace now and then.
The mood here was more than just ambiguous—it was intoxicating.
On a broad, luxurious jade bed, the Blood Princess clamped her legs tightly around Zhou Xuan’s waist, her arms hugging the man before her. Her delicate body trembled, her rapid breaths mingling with the haze, making her seem even more alluring. Her chest heaved violently, fair and tender skin glowing with a seductive blush.
“Ah Xuan, you’re so fierce today, so fierce. Did something make you happy~~”
Her soft, clear voice was tinged with a coquettish whine. Such an enchanting tone could make a person’s bones go soft.
“Haha, yes, there was a big surprise today.”
“I never thought Master could have such a pure and adorable side.”
Zhou Xuan chuckled twice and lowered his head to look at the girl in his arms.
At this moment, she was disheveled, her long, pale neck exposed, covered in startling hickeys—obvious marks left behind from the passion just moments ago.
“Little greedy cat, haven’t you been eating much meat lately?”
“I want to eat, but you won’t let me take big bites, so I might as well drink more water.” The Blood Princess pouted, then bit his shoulder, as if venting her frustration.
“Clearly those games are so much fun, those techniques are interesting, but you won’t let me practice any of them. Evil arts, you say, but they’re clearly a source of joy.”
As she spoke, she snuggled closer into Zhou Xuan’s embrace, her arms wrapping around his lean waist, almost hanging her whole body on him.
Zhou Xuan simply smiled and said nothing.
A gentleman knows what he should and should not do.
He liked the saying from Master’s mouth.
He didn’t understand love, no one had ever taught him how to love, but he understood that love was not just about taking by force.
People are people because they have thought, will, desires, and souls.
“Ah Xuan, I was made into a sisters-donburi again. Don’t be fooled—every time my main body curses your ancestors after, she actually enjoys it a lot. There’s an old saying—the more reserved and aloof a woman is, the more burning her heart.”
“She—oh, after my feminine degeneration, I must be a real lewd… thing.”
To the girl’s eager coaxing, Zhou Xuan didn’t reply, only rubbing her soft hair with his big hand, eyes showing a trace of helplessness and fondness.
After her soul-splitting and feminization, Master’s true nature was fully unleashed—so many tricks, so many skills, even more unlocked poses. It made one truly wonder what kind of world could produce someone like Master.
“Don’t touch my head, it’ll hurt if you touch that needle, and I don’t want to remember those things.”
“Mm.”
“Let’s do it again later, so I can bring something back for my main body’s midnight snack. She seems addicted to this stuff, tsk tsk~”
“In Master’s world, does she like to drink that, too?”
“Uh…not exactly, that world…anyway, that world is different from yours, I can’t say exactly how.”
“Plus, because you’re a Nascent Soul Heavenly Lord, this stuff is on par with heavenly treasures—fragrant, sweet, and nourishing. That’s why my main body and I both like it.”
“All right, all right, enough talk. Let’s hurry, it’s getting cold, and it’s no good if the midnight snack is late.”
Her tail automatically wrapped around the man’s wrist. At the end, the thick bulge suddenly split open, revealing terrifying petal-like structures layered upon layer, as if mountain peaks overlapped.
Threads of inexplicable clear fluid trickled from the tail’s end, filling the air with a heady scent.
“This time, I’ll drain you dry with my tail.”