Lin Muci woke up feeling hot and burning all over.
Before her was red gauzy fabric, hazy and indistinct, making it impossible to see anything clearly. Lin Muci paused slightly, feeling a surge of immense spiritual energy flow through her. The moment she opened her eyes, it felt as if something lunged at her.
She struggled to prop herself up.
A low, excited voice sounded in her ear.
“Xiao Ci…? You’re awake?”
Her body trembled, but her expression gradually turned icy.
“I said I never want to see you again.”
The man’s voice across from her, in that instant, almost turned into a plea.
“Xiao Ci, don’t worry, I won’t appear before you… I just beg you, you need someone from the demon race to protect your body periodically. After your nirvana… you slept for a very, very long time, and after being reborn from the phoenix tree, Xiao Ci, you need a lot of demonic energy.”
“Xiao Ci, if the power of the demon race is judged by density, then I am the most suitable person…”
His voice carried a tone of intense supplication.
He spoke earnestly and sincerely.
And facing his words.
Lin Muci uttered only one word.
“Scram.”
Helian Lanyan felt a profound sense of loss. He was just outside, separated from her by only a gauzy curtain, but the feeling he had was as if they were two worlds, clearly demarcated, and this distance was impossible to bridge or even approach.
Helian Lanyan’s breathing quickened. His voice was low, as if murmuring softly.
“Please… even if I’m begging you… alright?”
“Xiao Ci, I know you hate me, you’re angry with me, angry that my eyes were blinded by Qingque back then, leading me to do so many wrong things to you.”
“I have already ordered her spiritual meridians to be dug out. Xiao Ci—I have exiled her to the barren and harsh Mount Di’an in the demon realm to perform hard labor, making her regret her deception of me in every life.”
“Xiao Ci, it was I who was blind back then, please, let me use my demonic energy to nurture your body!”
“If you hate me, then once your body has recovered, I will do whatever you ask…”
His voice was extremely humble, almost abject, as he pleaded for Lin Muci’s forgiveness.
But listening to his utterly submissive voice, Lin Muci’s expression remained indifferent.
Her heart would no longer be stirred by Helian Lanyan; whatever he said was irrelevant to her.
Lin Muci’s eyelashes trembled slightly. She said.
“Scram.”
Still just a single word.
But this single word of hers almost plunged Helian Lanyan into an abyss of despair.
Helian Lanyan’s voice trembled, and then he let out a bitter laugh.
“Okay—okay.”
“Whatever you say, Xiao Ci, is fine.”
“If you want me to leave, I’ll leave immediately.”
“Don’t be angry…”
His voice almost became a plea, begging Lin Muci not to be angry.
Then he turned and strode away. Judging by his demeanor, he truly had no intention of staying any longer. After his figure had receded, Lin Muci remained silent for a long time. She asked the system in her mind.
“How is Ling Qianhe?”
The system dared not pretend to be dead and could only speak slowly in her mind.
“That… he should be quite well now.”
“After all, he no longer has a human body, and demonic energy will naturally shape a new body for him. He should be in the demon realm now. Host, you… you have no need to worry about him.”
“His current situation should be much better than yours…”
The system’s voice stammered, but it managed to convey the necessary information.
Ling Qianhe had completely despaired of Si Miancui and was reborn in the demon realm.
As an unfeeling demon, his cultivation would soar. The demon realm had waited for him for countless years. Upon his return, he would quickly reshape his demonic body and become the true demon of world destruction.
The system hesitated again and again, feeling it necessary to caution the host once more.
“Host, the subsequent plot will be very angsty… His current obsession is to seek revenge on this world, and on you. Do you want to hide for a while? I fear you won’t be able to withstand his revenge.”
“He truly won’t be polite to you. Having his heart dug out by you is equivalent to completely severing his human emotions. In cultivation terms, it’s like his emotional threads have been cut. Host—you must be careful.”
“If he catches you, he’ll definitely not say a word before subjecting you to the ten great tortures… He is a demon now, and has plenty of tricks up his sleeve. If you don’t want your soul to be annihilated, you’d better hurry up and escape.”
Lin Muci listened to the system’s trembling voice, which felt almost like the sky falling.
However, she suddenly became much calmer.
She was silent for a moment. Then Lin Muci said.
“Do you really want me to escape?”
She raised her head and said.
“I cannot leave. I want to wait for him. Wait for him—to seek revenge on me.”
…
In the dim land of the demon realm. A scorched earth. Upon the largest rock, demonic energy churned. And within this ceaselessly churning demonic energy, a young man’s silhouette emerged. The young man’s silhouette gradually became clearer, revealing a face of utmost beauty and utmost coldness!
The young man took a step forward. He wore a black robe, which instantly flared silently behind him, revealing black ripples that undulated outward.
And the young man bore an air of nonchalance.
The corners of his lips held a hint of coldness, a hint of mockery.
On that peerlessly beautiful face, unmatched in heaven or earth, was a coldness that disdained everything. All things were beneath his notice. Demonic energy had taken form; he had entered the demonic path, and the accumulated demonic energy of thousands of years was rapidly pouring into his body. Yet, his expression remained faint, utterly unconcerned with how terrifying his cultivation would reach.
Before him.
Several high-ranking demons trembled, prostrating themselves before him, not even daring to lift their heads, lest even a single glance be considered blasphemy against this lofty, peerless demon god!
“Your subordinates welcome the Demon God’s return to his throne!”
The black vortex in his palm spread silently. Wherever the black vortex reached, it devoured everything.
And sensing this powerful force.
These high-ranking demons shivered, their voices becoming even deeper and hoarser.
“We are willing to serve the Demon God, to dedicate ourselves wholeheartedly until death, and to be the Demon God’s vanguard!”
The young man’s expression remained unchanged. He was like a statue carved from a black iceberg, but the next moment, he slightly raised a fingertip.
Before him, a black mirror appeared. He gazed calmly into the mirror—
In the mirror, reflections of his past interactions with Si Miancui flickered, from when Si Miancui first appeared before him, to when Si Miancui fetched the Jade Bone Lotus for him, helped him reform his spiritual meridians, smilingly saying he would fall in love with her, to when they joined hands in the capital to seize the throne—and then to their passionate intimacy, his gaze upon her growing hotter.
The emotions of the past had long since vanished.
How could a person without a heart retain even a trace of unforgettable emotion?
His expression grew even colder.
He looked at the moment she finally dug out his heart. He was a demon, capable of sensing others’ true intentions, so at that moment, he felt her hatred and malice.
She had not lied; she truly hated him, detested him.
Wishing him dead.
She regarded his past affection as—the dirtiest of blasphemies.
The coldness on the young man’s lips became more pronounced. He watched this scene with icy detachment, as if observing someone else’s entire life. After a moment, he slowly stood up, his voice, however, was very cold.
“Since this world is so flawed… then let it be destroyed.”
“However—”
“I still need to find someone.”
“She taught me that my life, it turns out, was destined to be solitary, destined to be an unlucky star.”
“I want to give her a grand return gift.”
“I want to destroy what she loves, I want to destroy her future—since she hates me so much, I will confine her, break her wings.”
“Since she loathes being forced by me so much, I will make her watch how she finds pleasure in my arms.”
“Does she think she can escape?”
“I no longer have a heart now, I want her—before me, to be lowly and humble, like the lowest prostitute in the human world, to be forcefully… by me…”
The Demon Lords before him dared not move. They could probably sense that this demon god seemed to hate one person intensely!
That hatred almost emanated from his bones—how terrifying was the hatred of a demon god, and the person who offended him seemed to be a woman?
This woman would likely be annihilated in the face of the demon god’s wrath, wouldn’t she?
Thinking this.
These Demon Lords shivered violently, feeling even more terrified. This demon god, it was rumored, had just returned from a tribulation in the human world. His body in the human world seemed to have turned to ashes, which was why he had been reborn so completely. But if that were the case—he must have resentment in his heart.
They had not dared to look at this young demon god before, but they heard him say.
“I want to open the passage from the demon realm to the demon race. I need your cooperation.”
They nodded respectfully, only to see the young man’s back. Trembling, they raised their heads, and upon seeing the young man’s back, they couldn’t help but gasp.
This young man was enveloped in dense black energy, especially his malevolent aura and resentment, which were of such a concentration that even a Demon Lord felt suffocated just by looking at them!
What did this mean.
The power of demons, intertwined with their malevolent aura and resentment, meant he would likely possess heaven-defying cultivation. And they, as subordinates of the Demon God, would likely be completely manipulated by a single glance from him, leaving them unable to live and unable to die!
The leading red-robed Demon Lord, with two horns on his head, had been a top-tier expert in the demon realm before, even able to contend with the Demon Emperor. But now, he still bowed his head before Ling Qianhe, asking him in a low voice.
“Demon God Venerable—what do you require of your subordinate?”
“Are we to declare war on the demon race?”
The young man sneered, then his lips uttered icy words.
“Do what?”
“Do what you are best at.”
“Kill!”
“I want this world to flow with blood! Starting with—the demon realm.”