Chapter 65

However, half a month has passed, and Shaoyou still hasn’t returned.

When Yan Chaosheng went out at night to gather spiritual fruits, he received news that something had happened in Kunlun.

The spiritual veins of Kunlun were experiencing major fluctuations, the general guarding the spiritual veins had sacrificed himself, and countless disciples had died.

This incident triggered the old ailment of the Kunlun realm lord, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood and fall into a coma.

At that time, Shaoyou was still in the Hidden Dragon Valley.

A long time has passed since ancient times.

After Nuwa created humans, the source of evil in the world became the Demon God, and in opposition to it were the ancient gods.

The gods sacrificed themselves to fight against the Demon God, and after that, there were no more gods in the world.

The last daughter of the gods, after living in seclusion with the Demon God in the Demon Palace, left no more legends.

Their descendant, the little princess, had her divine and demonic bloodline sealed by her parents.

Generations passed, and not only did the descendants of the dragon gods disappear, but by now, all the immortal clans had become quite different from the gods of old.

Once, demons and monsters oppressed the immortals, leaving them without even spiritual energy to cultivate.

Now, the immortals reign supreme, leaving no room for the demon clans.

There are no more gods in the world, nor are there demons born with evil bones.

The number of demon beasts with dragon god bloodline is very few, and those who have survived to this day are cunning creatures, not easy to kill.

Yan Chaosheng placed the spiritual fruits that only bloom at night into his robe and re-entered the You Mountain.

Under the moonlight, Zhan Xueyang was wiping his terrifyingly large axe.

Several sand people sat around him reluctantly.

They also wanted to go find Liu Shuang, but if Yan Chaosheng saw them, it would mean certain death.

“Jimo Shaoyou hasn’t come, has something happened?” Zhan Xueyang asked as he saw Yan Chaosheng return, putting away his axe.

Yan Chaosheng briefly explained the situation to him.

Zhan Xueyang stroked his chin: “I heard that the only one who can handle things in Kunlun now is Jimo Shaoyou. His father was incredibly powerful in his youth, but after Shaoyou’s mother died, he developed a heart demon and almost didn’t survive his tribulation. He hasn’t been seen in public for years.”

“Heart demon?”

Yan Chaosheng was hearing about this for the first time.

“Yes,” Zhan Xueyang smiled, “Otherwise, how would I know Jimo Shaoyou? Thousands of years ago, he once brought the Kunlun realm lord to me. I saved the realm lord’s life, but in reality, the realm lord was already crippled. At that time, Jimo Shaoyou was not much older than the little immortal inside, but he carried himself with great composure, single-handedly supporting Kunlun and keeping this matter hidden from the outside.”

Zhan Xueyang recalled: “I thought Kunlun would start to decline from then on, or that its spiritual veins would be divided by other immortal realms. I had been hoping for the spiritual veins to merge, but somehow he managed to hold on until today. When Kunlun’s spiritual veins were insufficient, Jimo Shaoyou used his own spiritual energy to transform into a spiritual spring. Oh, his talent lies in this.”

So Kunlun’s spiritual veins didn’t dry up as quickly as Kongsang’s, and the spiritual spring could somewhat alleviate the speed of the spiritual veins’ depletion.

Zhan Xueyang thought of something and smiled meaningfully: “Your Highness, Jimo Shaoyou must have returned to Kunlun to stabilize the situation. In his heart, he has never considered his own interests, only living as the backbone of Kunlun. Even if he wanted to come back to save Chishui Liushuang, he wouldn’t. Not just Chishui Liushuang, even if one day Kunlun’s spiritual veins were to completely dry up and he had to transform into a spiritual vein for the disciples to absorb, he wouldn’t even blink.”

This young man, who had shouldered the fate of an immortal realm from an early age, was not like Feng Fuming, who had a deep family heritage and had served as Heavenly Emperor for several generations.

Nor was he like Liu Shuang, who had her father as a backing.

He only had himself, and Kunlun only had him.

Both of them knew that something major had happened in Kunlun, and Jimo Shaoyou wouldn’t be returning for the time being.

Yan Chaosheng listened with downcast eyes, not showing much expression.

After Zhan Xueyang finished speaking, Yan Chaosheng calmly said: “I will also leave tomorrow and return to the Demon Palace.”

Staying here for half a month was already the limit.

Every night when he went out, besides gathering spiritual fruits, he was communicating with Fuheng, who was far away in the Demon Palace.

Something major had also happened on Fuheng’s side. During the struggle to seize the Taichu Mirror, the general named Bai Zhuixu, driven to a corner, chose to sacrifice himself with the Taichu Mirror rather than let it fall into Fuheng’s hands.

Now, Bai Zhuixu’s soul has merged with the Taichu Mirror, and it seems like it’s about to dissipate, along with the Taichu Mirror being destroyed.

Yan Chaosheng must leave; he needs this mirror to protect his territory.

He must either quickly destroy Bai Zhuixu’s soul or refine him into a tool spirit.

Fuheng couldn’t do these things; Yan Chaosheng had to do it himself.

Zhan Xueyang curled his lips and said, “How heartless, such a lovely little immortal, and yet you won’t save her, leaving her here in this wretched place.”

Yan Chaosheng showed no reaction, tucking the fruit into his robe, and headed inside.

After he left, Zhan Xueyang caught a purple gem sand person from nearby, removed its gemstone eyes, and replaced them with two blue gemstones.

He looked it over: “Not bad, quite like that little coquette.”

The one who acted spoiled and begged for hugs in front of Liu Shuang.

When Yan Chaosheng arrived, he saw this scene.

Frost filled the room, but Liu Shuang wasn’t inside.

Instead, she was sitting with her knees hugged under a gemstone rock.

Her chin rested on her knees, her eyes covered with a sheer silk scarf.

Her face lacked the gentle smile she had during the day when facing the “little sand person.”

She was lost in thought.

The gemstones glowed with a icy blue light, illuminating a small area around her.

She couldn’t use her power now, nor could she cultivate.

Since the seal was broken, she hadn’t slept at all.

On such quiet, uneventful nights, when even the little sand people had left, she was left alone, sitting there in a daze.

In her mind, she was drawing a picture of the once Canglan, the paradise she had created with every plant and tree.

They remained vivid in her memory.

The Night Demon had tricked her into the Weak Water, breaking the seal of the Huiling Heart.

By a twist of fate, she could no longer, as in her memories, take the Huiling Heart to the mortal world with her soul, and after a hundred years of naive imagination, create these beings.

She understood that Canglan would never return; in this life, it would never come into existence.

This was the world that truly belonged to her; Kongsang was real.

The Canglan that she had once wept blood and tears for had vanished beneath the Weak Water.

The beings of Canglan, they had no true souls, all were fragments of her power, but when she was still unaware, still “young,” these beings, like loving relatives, had accompanied her as she took root, sprouted, and grew.

They had no souls, but they had intelligence.

Liu Shuang could feel that every life loved her dearly.

Now, Canglan was destined never to emerge again.

In this world, only she would remember Canglan.

She didn’t know she was crying.

Having lost her five senses, her tears fell silently, without a sound.

She even thought she was being strong, merely reminiscing and saying goodbye to the past, not feeling particularly sad.

A breeze brushed her cheek, but she couldn’t feel it.

Then the large hand that gently rested on her head, she naturally didn’t know about it either.

The price of becoming a little immortal grass was that her heart would also become soft and fragile.

She was thinking of the tree grandpa and lotus sister who would never return, memories that were clearly happy.

She thought she was happy too, but tears unknowingly soaked the sheer silk scarf.

Yan Chaosheng saw her crying like this for the first time.

In his impression, Chishui Liushuang was initially arrogant, but later in Taichuan City, although she could be scared, even when Bi Xun almost killed her, she could still energetically escape.

Beneath the Weak Water, she lost her immortal body, something that would have driven others to despair, yet she didn’t cry, sinking quietly.

But now, on a quiet, ordinary night, leaning against a softly glowing stone, tears silently streamed down her face.

Since emerging from the Weak Water, he had killed so many, yet hadn’t turned his blade towards her.

What was she crying about?

Yan Chaosheng slowly crouched down, unsure of what was wrong with her.

After a while, he reached out and wiped the crystal tears hanging on her cheeks.

The girl’s tears kept falling.

He had never seen someone who could sit and cry so blankly, completely unaware of it.

These tears all collected in Yan Chaosheng’s palm, burning him into silence.

What was wrong?

She didn’t know Jimo Shaoyou wasn’t coming back, or was today the last day, and she had been counting the days until Jimo Shaoyou’s return? Without the dragon’s blood, had she guessed that Jimo Shaoyou had abandoned her, hence her heartbreak?

Yan Chaosheng remained silent for a long time, cupping her face, patiently wiping away her tears.

She had no senses, but her body was fragile, her nose red from crying, her small face flushed.

He wiped gently, something even he didn’t quite understand.

He was in the peak of his killing desire, yet here he was, holding a girl’s face, wiping her tears.

She cried blankly for how long, he let her cry her fill, crouching there with her.

When she finally stopped her silent weeping, he picked her up and carried her back to the room.

Being lifted off the ground felt different, and she came to her senses, startled for a moment, struggling, “Who is it?”

Yan Chaosheng didn’t speak; even if he did, she wouldn’t hear.

Liu Shuang vaguely guessed something and stopped moving, instead tilting her head to “look” at him, her mind filled with possibilities.

Yan Chaosheng set her down, channeling spiritual energy into her consciousness.

He warmed the energy before transferring it, becoming the only warmth Liu Shuang had felt in these days.

She had to admit, this energy was incredibly soothing and gentle, as if it was slowly smoothing away her sorrow.

She grasped his wrist, uncertainly asking, “Shaoyou, is that you? Have you come back?” Among the people she knew, only Shaoyou would treat her so tenderly.

Yan Chaosheng showed no expression, pried her hand open, and continued to transfer energy.

The energy was so comfortable, like soaking in a hot spring.

Now, being no different from a mortal, after so many days without sleep, her body had reached its limit.

Liu Shuang tried hard to stay awake, but eventually, she fell into a deep, sweet sleep.

Yan Chaosheng transferred energy for a while longer, didn’t look at her much, withdrew his hand, and left her room.

Zhan Xueyang, in the middle of the night, was tinkering with a seed that could bloom on You Mountain.

He was very focused on his work, and being disturbed, he opened the door with some irritation, “What is it? Your Highness.”

The visitor didn’t speak, just handed him something.

Zhan Xueyang looked down, and wow, a big bucket of blood! Full to the brim, if it were a mortal’s blood, they would have long bled dry.

The smell of blood mixed in the air, exuding a strong demonic aura.

Zhan Xueyang looked at Yan Chaosheng’s slightly pale face and said with a strange tone, “Your blood?”

Yan Chaosheng coldly said, “No, Jimo Shaoyou sent someone to bring it back, the blood of a dragon beast.”

Zhan Xueyang was momentarily speechless, holding a large bucket of demon blood.

In the faint morning light, they carried a slight silver hue, barely noticeable, enough to condense the dragon blood Zhan Xueyang needed to make his pills.

Yan Chaosheng calmly said, “The original form is stable, I’m leaving.”

At that time, the sky over You Mountain was just beginning to lighten.

Zhan Xueyang watched his retreating figure, his nose catching the strong scent of demon blood, for the first time unable to muster any anger.