My mother is the white moonlight of the cultivation world.

Hua Yue's mind felt heavy, and she had great difficulty thinking.

Warm demonic blood slid down her cheeks, dripping onto her clothes and spreading into dark blood flowers.

Behind Xie Zheyan, the carnage triggered by the pink mist had reached its climax.

Even the high-level monsters completely lost their minds. They tore at each other and attacked every living thing in sight with their most primitive claws and teeth.

The entire banquet hall was transformed into a bloody grinding mill, with wails and roars weaving into a frenzied symphony.

In the heart of this chaos, a strange tranquility emerged at the head table.

It's not a stillness of sound, but a dynamic one.

Those crazed monsters seemed to have encountered an invisible wall, daring not to approach that area even a fraction of a second.

Hua Yue's attention was drawn to this anomaly. She looked up and gazed at the strange "safe zone".

On the second-floor stairs, a figure was slowly descending.

He wore a long robe with a black base and intricate patterns embroidered with dark gold thread. He wore a white-gold mask that covered the upper half of his face, revealing only his beautifully shaped jawline and thin lips.

Blood seemed to come alive and made way for him, weaving a scarlet carpet beneath his feet.

He walked very slowly, each step seemingly perfectly timed, exuding elegance.

But wherever he went, the demons that were still fighting fiercely, whether they were huge minotaurs or swift inferior demons, all turned into ashes silently the moment they came within three feet of him.

There were no screams, no struggles; it was just abruptly and completely annihilated.

And so, without a single drop of blood on his clothes, he traversed the chaotic battlefield and walked straight to Hua Yue.

An indescribable sense of oppression descended upon me.

Xie Zheyan shifted his position slightly to the side, blocking Hua Yue and the masked man.

The smile on his face finally disappeared.

"Arrogant Demon Lord," Xie Zhe said in a flat tone, yet his words carried an unyielding air of confrontation, "I wonder what brings you here to say to my fiancée?"

He brought her in under the guise of being his "fiancée," and now he's using that identity to assert his dominance.

The masked man, known as the "Arrogant Demon Lord," didn't even bother to give Xie Zheyan a glance.

He simply gazed at Hua Yue quietly through Xie Zheyan's shoulder, as if everything around him did not exist.

"She is not."

A few indifferent words said it all.

He couldn't even be bothered to say another word to Xie Zheyan.

He raised his hand, holding a scepter that was entirely black with a dark purple gemstone set at the top, and tapped it lightly on the ground.

"Thump."

A soft sound.

Without warning, a spinning black vortex appeared on the ground beneath Hua Yue's feet.

An irresistible suction force came from the vortex, and Hua Yue was instantly swallowed up, her vision plunged into pure darkness.

"What are you trying to do!"

For the first time, Xie Zheyan's voice revealed genuine anger.

He no longer maintained that false composure. Black mist surged from his fingertips, transforming into several solid tentacles that pierced towards the Arrogant Demon Lord like lightning!

However, the Demon Lord's figure had already begun to become illusory, and he was about to step into the shrinking black vortex.

Just before his figure completely disappeared, he finally turned his head, as if giving Xie Zheyan a favor in response.

"I won't hurt her."

His voice was tinged with regret.

"I just wanted to talk to...my daughter whom I haven't seen in a long time."

As soon as he finished speaking, the black vortex closed completely, as if it had never existed.

In the entire hall, only Xie Zheyan, whose expression had changed drastically, and the demons who were still fighting frantically remained.

……

Hua Yue felt her legs go weak and she landed on solid ground.

She suddenly opened her eyes and found herself in a completely unfamiliar space.

It was pitch black here, with no sense of up, down, left, or right. You couldn't see your hand in front of your face, and it was so quiet you could hear your own heartbeat.

The only source of light came from not far away.

It was a huge statue, over ten feet tall, radiating a soft white light.

The statue's shape is quite peculiar, resembling a giant tree with intertwined roots, or countless entangled human figures, a blend of the sacred and the bizarre.

The Arrogant Demon Lord stood beneath that glowing statue.

Hua Yue immediately tensed up, her mind racing.

Demon Lord.

This is one of the seven legendary monarchs who stand at the pinnacle of the demon realm.

Let alone his current cultivation level, even if the sect leader of the Wuji Sect himself came, he probably wouldn't be a match for him.

A direct confrontation is a dead end.

We need to find a way to get out of this mess.

What was their purpose in bringing her here?

Just now outside, I think he mentioned "daughter"?

Hua Yue's heart sank. Was this another family reunion? Was her some kind of "parent-attracting magnet"?

But the Demon Lord... her mother is human, and her father is human, so how could they be related to the Demon Lord?

Just as Hua Yue was lost in thought, the figure moved.

The arrogant demon lord walked slowly toward her.

The suffocating pressure emanating from him disappeared.

Hua Yue clenched her hand hidden in her sleeve, quietly circulating her spiritual power to its limit, ready to launch a sudden attack at any moment, even if it was just to fight for a sliver of hope.

However, the other person stopped three steps away from her.

Then, he raised his hand and removed the platinum mask from his face.

Beneath the mask was a face that made Hua Yue's breath catch in her throat.

It was a beauty that transcended gender, almost divine. His skin was as white as the finest jade, his eyes a purer purple than the jewel at the top of a scepter, his nose was high and straight, and his lips were perfectly shaped.

Hua Yue was stunned.

She felt a strange sense of familiarity with that face, as if she had seen it somewhere before.

"You should have been my child."

The arrogant demon lord spoke, his voice no longer indifferent as before, but a complex tone mixed with reminiscence, melancholy, and tenderness.

Hua Yue's heart skipped a beat; they really had come to claim their relatives!

She forced a dry laugh and tentatively asked:

"Um...you wouldn't happen to be my father too, would you?"

She herself found the question absurd, but after experiencing so much, it seemed that having another father wasn't such a big deal.

Upon hearing this, the arrogant demon lord's purple eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, before he gently shook his head.

"How could that be?"

Hua Yue secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Thank goodness, she already has enough fathers. If another demon lord were to join her, the web of relationships would become too complicated for her to understand.

However, before she could finally breathe a sigh of relief, she heard the other person say something in an extremely serious tone that shattered her entire worldview.

"I should be your mother."