My mother is the white moonlight of the cultivation world.

Hua Yue felt as if her brain had been stuffed with a lump of paste, and it had completely crashed.

Mother?

Looking at the handsome, almost otherworldly face before her, she couldn't immediately connect the word with the person in question.

Is it fashionable for male mothers to be popular in the demon world these days?

She forced a smile, her lips dry, trying to organize her thoughts. This situation truly exceeded the sum of her twenty-odd years of modern education and her years of cultivating immortality.

"Um... Demon Lord," Hua Yue began cautiously, her voice tinged with pleading, "do you... perhaps have some misunderstanding about the word 'mother'?"

The arrogant demon lord's deep purple eyes clearly reflected Hua Yue's face, which seemed to say, "Are you sick?"

He seemed to understand her meaning, his brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of humanity finally appeared on his godlike face.

"That thief, no, that robber," he corrected his wording, his voice tinged with suppressed anger, "how could she be considered your mother?"

Hua Yue's expression instantly turned cold.

One second she was thinking to herself that the other person must have something wrong with their brain, and the next second, the other person's words were already aimed directly at her sore spot.

"You're not allowed to talk about my mother like that."

She retorted directly.

No one has ever used such an insulting term to describe Hua Zhishuang.

This man, who claims to be her "mother," is the first.

Hearing her rebuttal, the arrogant demon lord laughed in fury. The laughter was soft, yet chilling, brushing past Hua Yue's ear and sending shivers down her spine.

"It's alright," he whispered, as if reciting some ancient incantation, or as if promising himself, "we have plenty of time."

"Enough to make you forget... all the warmth you shouldn't remember."

His gaze seemed to penetrate Hua Yue's body, seeing into the depths of her soul's longing for Hua Zhishuang.

"That's enough to remind you..."

"Where did you come from, and where... should you go?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the scene before Hua Yue's eyes began to distort and spin.

The enormous, eerie statue radiating white light, along with the endless darkness, transformed into flowing light and shadow, engulfing her.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself standing on a vibrant, thriving land.

There was no sun in the sky, yet it was as bright as day. Not far away, an unimaginably huge ancient tree stood between heaven and earth, its branches strong and vigorous, and every leaf seemed to flow with emerald light.

This tree...

Hua Yue was startled; the branches of this tree were just like the divine tree branch inside her Qiankun Bracelet.

This is the place where the sacred tree grows!

A young man stood under the tree.

He wore the same dark black robe with gold patterns, but his face was unmasked, revealing an astonishingly handsome face. It was none other than the young, arrogant Demon Lord.

He tilted his head back, gazing intently at a thick branch on the tree.

Hua Yue followed his gaze and saw a fruit the size of a fist growing on the branch. The fruit was pure white, radiating a soft glow, as if it were nurturing a life.

"Long, long ago, before chaos was formed, there was only one tree in the world..."

The young, arrogant demon lord leaned against the tree trunk and, in an incredibly gentle tone, slowly recounted an ancient story to the fruit.

His voice was filled with anticipation and love.

Hua Yue saw that the surrounding scenery was changing rapidly, with the sun rising and setting, and the seasons turning, as if time was being infinitely compressed.

The man under the tree never left, day after day, year after year, talking to the fruit as if performing a long and sacred gestation ritual.

A strange feeling welled up in Hua Yue's heart.

Just then, a bewitching figure appeared out of thin air.

The newcomer was dressed in a magnificent purple robe, tall and slender, with an androgynous face, glamorous makeup, and a touch of wicked cynicism.

"Those annoying human cultivators are getting more and more arrogant. Aren't you going to teach them a lesson? How arrogant!" the purple-robed man said lazily.

The young demon lord, known as "arrogance," didn't even bother to turn his head.

"It's because you've killed too many people, out of jealousy," he replied calmly. "I'm waiting for my child to be born."

"A child?" The demon lord known as "Jealousy" raised an eyebrow, his gaze falling on the divine tree fruit. He then scoffed, "Just this one fruit? Arrogance, have you lost your mind waiting?"

The arrogant demon lord ignored him.

The Demon Lord of Jealousy's eyes darted around, and he moved closer to him, lowering his voice: "But what if they break in and accidentally hurt your precious child?"

These words precisely struck at the arrogant demon lord's weak spot.

He finally turned his head, a murderous glint flashing in his purple eyes.

"I'll be back soon."

He made a promise to the fruit, and then he and the Jealous Demon Lord transformed into streaks of light and disappeared into the sky.

The whole world fell silent instantly.

All that remained was the sacred tree and the fruit on it.

Hua Yue's heart inexplicably jumped.

Shortly after the Arrogant Demon Lord left, a figure quietly appeared beneath the divine tree.

The person was dressed in white, with a cool and aloof demeanor and an aura as pure as the moon.

When Hua Yue saw that face clearly, her breath caught in her throat.

It's Mother!

She saw Hua Zhishuang look up at the fruit, her eyes filled with joy.

As if sensing her arrival, the fruit of the divine tree, which had been nurtured on the branch for thousands of years, suddenly trembled slightly and fell off the branch with a "plop".

It didn't fall to the ground, but instead traced an arc and landed steadily in Hua Zhishuang's arms.

Hua Zhishuang held the fruit tightly in her arms, as if she were holding the most precious treasure in the world.

Without pausing for a moment, she turned and merged into the void, disappearing without a trace.

……

The illusion receded like the tide.

Hua Yue suddenly came to her senses and found herself still standing in that dark space, with the Arrogant Demon Lord standing in front of her.

Did you see that?

His voice carried a hint of satisfaction and a sense of self-righteousness, as if to say, "See, I wasn't wrong."

"That despicable robber took you away like that, my child."

Hua Yue remained silent for a moment.

She raised her head and looked directly into the other person's deep purple eyes, her gaze clear and firm.

"I saw it."

She nodded, and then said, word by word:

"My mother, from beginning to end, only had Hua Zhishuang."

She watched as the other person froze instantly because of her words, and even "thoughtfully" offered a suggestion.

"Since you like it so much, we can try to... get another one."

The surroundings were eerily quiet.

The arrogant demon lord's expression shifted from astonishment to rage, and finally settled into an eerie calm.

He smiled.

"It's okay."

These three words again.

But this time, Hua Yue sensed a chilling intent in his voice.

"You'll soon be my good boy again."

He stopped talking nonsense, raised a hand, his slender fingertips glowing with a faint purple light, and slowly pressed them against Hua Yue's forehead.

An irresistible pressure pinned Hua Yue to the spot, preventing her from even moving a finger. She could only watch helplessly as the finger drew closer and closer to her.

She had a premonition that once he touched her, some of her most important memories would be erased forever!

Just as his fingertips were about to touch her brow—

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound exploded in the silent space.

A swift and unparalleled gust of wind appeared out of nowhere and struck the arrogant demon lord's wrist hard, knocking his hand away!

Immediately afterwards, Hua Yue felt a tightening around her waist, and was pulled backward by a gentle force, crashing into a firm and warm embrace.