Jiang Huai quietly contemplated the insights of the previous generation’s Yin Yang Constitution regarding the origin of the world and the principles of Yin and Yang, as a faint Aura of the Dao shimmered around him.
He had no idea how much time had passed before he slowly opened his eyes and saw that beautiful, powerful woman standing with her back to him.
Confused, Jiang Huai stood up and closely followed the woman’s figure.
The scene shifted once more.
He saw a world teeming with vitality, full of towering ancient trees and luminous plants.
Under the assault of countless Outworld Heavenly Demons, twisted and formed of shadow, the Forests of Life ignited with eerie black flames.
Billions of Lin Spirits and Tree Monsters turned to ashes amid wails, the green of the world devoured by deathly ashen gray at a speed visible to the naked eye, returning all to stillness.
He saw a highly developed Cultivation Civilization, Floating Cities standing tall, cultivators bustling to and fro.
But when the Void was torn asunder, and demons swarmed in like locusts, Runic Grand Arrays shattered like paper.
Powerful cultivators, their Dao Hearts crushed by twisted whispers, slaughtered one another.
In just a few short days, the splendid civilization turned into a living hell, Floating Cities falling as wreckage and returning to desolation.
He saw a world ruled by oceans, where the Jiao People sang and Sea Beasts roamed free.
The power of the demons polluted the entire Ocean World; the waters became thick and black, and all living things either mutated into monsters or dissolved in utter despair.
The woman fought fiercely, finally slaying the Demonic Lord, but nearly all life in the ocean had been drained away, leaving behind nothing but a Poisonous Death Pool.
He even saw the scene where the mother of this Yin-Yang Body died in battle in the Void.
Jiang Huai gazed at her retreating figure and could feel the overwhelming sorrow.
That equally powerful woman, after slaying several mighty demons, was exhausted and swallowed by endless darkness.
A single White Dragon, ignoring its grievous wounds, charged into danger, desperately dragging her out and fleeing with its wounded body.
When the White Dragon looked back, there was infinite pain in its eyes, and its body was covered in gruesome wounds.
At that time, this Yin-Yang Body was only a young girl who had just lost her loved ones, eyes filled with tears but forced to take up the burden.
It was the fate of the generation before last.
Finally, the scene froze on the most brutal battle.
On the boundless battlefield of the Void, only she stood alone, facing a tide of Outworld Heavenly Demons of all forms, each overflowing with malice.
Her Xuanhei Dragon-patterned Armor was long since shattered, her body riddled with wounds, her aura waning, yet her gaze remained unwavering.
Behind her was the hazy outline of the Five Provinces Continent and countless figures fleeing in panic.
Jiang Huai saw White Dew, appearing even younger, yet her features were still as cold and aloof as ever. He was inwardly surprised, his eyes widening.
Why was she here too? Someone from ancient times?
For the first time, tears of utter collapse appeared on White Dew’s face as she screamed something in despair, only to be drowned out by the aftermath of battle.
The woman turned her head, casting one last glance at the world she had protected.
Her lips moved, as if whispering a final phrase, then she turned resolutely away, burning the last of her life’s essence and transforming into a piercing light that tore through the darkness, perishing together with the charging demons.
The world fell into darkness before Jiang Huai’s eyes.
“Inherit… pass on…”
Only that faint dying wish lingered, echoing through the void.
Jiang Huai’s soul trembled violently, rendered speechless for a long time.
Inside the Secret Realm, in reality.
As Jiang Jin’s soul was steeped in such tragic grandeur, his physical body outside was being governed by an entirely different experience.
White Dew had already moved away. She bit her silvery teeth lightly, as if she had made a certain decision.
Within her cold eyes flickered apology—and a tangle of emotions that could not be put into words.
“Forgive me.” She murmured softly, as if convincing herself, or perhaps confessing to the unknowing Jiang Huai.
“She never left behind a child, I can’t just let this opportunity slip.”
She slowly lowered herself, her movements awkward and uncertain like a first attempt.
On her cold, lovely face, uncontrollable blush blossomed, blooming from her cheeks to the tips of her ears and down her jade-white neck, like red plums blossoming in the snow.
Her waterfall-like hair swayed with her motions, her slender waist and soft curves tracing a youthful and alluring rhythm.
The Secret Realm was utterly silent, save for her increasingly rapid breaths and faint whimpers echoing through the air.
As things reached their peak.
Her cold, aloof appearance contrasted sharply with her actions, filled with the primal impulse of life—a strange, fragile beauty radiated from her.
Her white-scaled tail flicked weakly, betraying how unsettled she truly was inside.
White Dew gradually lost herself in it, suddenly accelerating as she clung to Jiang Huai’s body, indulging in sensations she had never known before…
“It’s… it’s actually pretty nice.”
She stared at Jiang Huai’s face, then glanced at his abdomen and the Spirit Sword Pattern, her beautiful eyes narrowing.
So many Love Tokens.
Then, White Dew and Jiang Huai turned over, a cold gleam flashing in her hand as her dragon claw reached out.
“For you.” Her tone brimmed with apology.
As her hair swayed, she glanced at the woman in the Crystal Coffin.
“Weird, he can’t be your child, right?”
The beautiful woman inside the coffin was silent.
Outside the Secret Realm.
Qin Qingyue paced anxiously down the Dragon Palace’s cold corridor, her unease growing by the moment.
“Why is it taking so long? What on earth is going on?”
Her connection to Jiang Huai through the Black Dragon Mark was still there, but faint and blurred. She could only sense that Jiang Huai seemed to be in some deep meditation or receiving an Inheritance—there was no immediate danger to his life.
But that only made her more anxious.
“That woman, White Dew, so mysterious… could she be up to something against Jiang Huai?”
“She shouldn’t. She still needs the Yin-Yang Body.” “But what if? What if she has evil intentions?”
Countless speculations churned in her mind, leaving her restless and uneasy.
She began to regret not insisting on following him inside.
“No, I’ll wait one more incense stick’s time. If there’s still no movement, I’m going in!” Qin Qingyue clenched her fists, a cold glint flashing in her dragon eyes.
She would not allow anything to happen to Jiang Huai.
Who cared about protecting the world? Besides Jiang Jin, no one ever said they’d protect her back then.
If not for her luck and strength of will, she would have long become a pile of bones.
Now she was supposed to let her husband go protect the world and give up their blissful Immortal Realm life together?
Impossible—Qin Qingyue would never allow such a thing!
After a long time, Jiang Huai slowly awakened from that profound realization, opening his eyes.
The moment his consciousness returned, he discovered that he was not standing, but lying inexplicably on the cold Void.
For some reason, an indescribable fatigue washed over his entire body.
Stranger still, he felt a cool sensation on his backside, as if he were lying on cold jade.
He instinctively reached under himself, but found nothing there.
“That’s odd.” He muttered, pushing himself up and sitting.
He turned his head and was momentarily stunned by what he saw.
White Dew was in an odd, upside-down posture, her delicate feet pointing up toward the Void, her entire weight supported by her shoulders, back, and arms, her supple waist arched so that her head hung lower than her body.
Her face, usually so cold and pure, was now flushed scarlet, the color spreading all the way to her snow-white neck.
Her eyes were tightly shut, long lashes trembling, her entire form glowing faintly with white light, as if she were fully circulating some secret technique, absorbing and refining something.
When she heard Jiang Huai getting up, White Dew froze instantly.
She slowly, with some difficulty, turned her body, shifting from her upside-down stance to kneeling upright.
Throughout, her gaze remained lowered, not daring to meet Jiang Huai’s eyes.
Her bearing was still cold, but there was a desperate attempt to hide her embarrassment, the flush on her cheeks growing deeper, even tinging her ears pink.
“You’re awake. Does your body feel unwell?”
“A little tired.”
“Tired is normal.”