His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

Not only did he not die, but even his wounds disappeared!

If it weren't for the blood on his chest and the hole in his clothes, Mo Sangyu might have doubted whether the time he crushed Mo Sangyu's heart with his bare hands was just an illusion.

"What, you're so happy to see I'm alright that you can't speak?"

The man was laughing hysterically.

His gaze fell on Mo Sangyu, the light in his eyes even brighter than before: "The most poisonous heart is a woman's, but I like it very much."

As he spoke, he slowly approached Mo Sangyu, reaching out to touch her face. His deep, resonant voice carried a hint of madness.

"Don't want him anymore, come with me, I'm better than him."

"...??"

Is he/she suffering from some serious illness?

mental illness?

Mo Sangyu gave him a disgusted look.

However, she needs to figure out what exactly is going on.

"Come a little closer."

Mo Sangyu's arms were tied vertically all the way up to her heels, and only her head and eyes could move.

"OK."

The man leaned forward, reeking of blood: "I'm coming, how was it?"

"Not good."

Mo Sangyu looked at him expressionlessly and said in a cold voice, "I just want to confirm one thing."

"Oh? What is it?"

After asking the question, he immediately sensed something was wrong.

The woman before him narrowed her eyes, and two cold glints flashed in the night.

Two sharp knives appeared out of thin air and pierced straight into the man's body.

One weapon pierced his abdomen, and another pierced his side waist.

The blade pierced through his body, and blood dripped from the tip.

The man looked down at the two knives on his body, paused for a moment, and then smiled even more deeply.

"interesting."

He raised his hand, grasped the hilt of one of the knives, and slowly pulled it outwards.

The wound began to heal the moment the blade was withdrawn.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, flesh surged and skin regenerated. In the blink of an eye, the penetrating wound disappeared without a trace, leaving only a hole in the robe to prove that a knife had indeed pierced through it.

He then drew another knife.

The same scene, the same healing.

Mo Sangyu stared at his wound, her gaze darkening slightly: "It is quite interesting."

She got it.

The red-eyed woman's special ability is resurrection!

Damn it, isn't that just unkillable?

and many more!

If that's the case, then Feng Xingyu's sealed ability is also a resurrection technique?

What about Yun Wangshu?

Yun Wangshu didn't die?!

"Even though you're tied up like this, you still managed to hurt me."

The man threw the knife on the ground with a crisp sound.

He looked down at Mo Sangyu, his eyes revealing a hint of admiration, and a hint of... infatuation.

"You're even more capable than I imagined. Come back to Cloud City with me. This place isn't good enough for you, and he... is even less worthy of you."

Mo Sangyu couldn't help but roll her eyes.

This man is too dangerous, and I can't kill him. I need to get away from him quickly.

She remained calm and glanced down at the ropes binding her.

The rope is made of a special material; spiritual energy can be felt as if it is being gently pushed back.

She tried to conjure a dagger with her mind and silently cut the knot in her wrist.

The blade sliced ​​through, but the rope remained completely still.

She added a bit more force.

Or not.

Mo Sangyu's eyes turned cold, her mind racing as she quickly considered how to escape, when she saw Feng Xingyu's figure rushing towards her from afar.

So fast that it was just a blur, its red eyes blazing like a raging beast in the night, filled with shock, rage and madness.

however.

The man reacted and was faster.

He didn't even turn his head, but a smile appeared on his lips as he reached out and put his arm around Mo Sangyu's waist.

The next instant, the two disappeared from the spot.

Feng Xingyu missed his target.

He turned around abruptly and saw that the man had already brought Mo Sangyu to stand on the roof of the palace, right where Mo Sangyu had crushed his heart earlier.

"Feng Xingyu."

The man, with his arm around Mo Sangyu, looked down at him, laughing wildly and arrogantly: "I want your woman."

His voice floated down from above, light and airy, yet it pierced Feng Xingyu's heart like a knife.

Feng Xingyu felt his blood rushing to his head, his gaze fixed on the woman in his arms.

Mo Sangyu was also looking at him.

Compared to Feng Xingyu, she was unusually calm, with a hint of reassurance in her eyes.

It was telling him to calm down.

Feng Xingyu understood what she meant.

But he can't calm down at all right now.

The man looked at Feng Xingyu's pale face and his smile deepened.

"Taking her away means I can kill you at any time, and also make you suffer for the rest of your life."

He said in a low voice, as if savoring something delicious, "This decision is simply delightful."

Feng Xingyu's fingernails were already embedded in his palm, and fresh blood dripped down between his fingers.

"You dare..."

Before he could finish speaking, the man simply raised his hand.

A thin crack suddenly appeared in the night sky.

Purple light shone through the crack, and a cold wind howled out.

The man, with his arm around Mo Sangyu, retreated into the crevice.

"Ayu!"

Feng Xingyu rushed forward like a madman.

His speed was so fast that it even surpassed the purple-eyed woman's teleportation speed, exceeding the limits that the human body could withstand.

But it was still too slow.

The crack closed before his eyes.

The two figures vanished without a trace.

Feng Xingyu missed again, falling from mid-air and crashing heavily onto the snow.

Snowflakes flew.

He got up and looked up at the sky.

The night sky was as calm as ever, with nothing in sight.

There was no crack, no light, no man, no Ayu.

"Ayu..."

He murmured, his voice hoarse and filled with panic.

He rushed up to the top of the palace again.

There was no one there, only two shallow footprints in the snow, proving that someone had indeed been standing there.

"Ayu!"

He called out again, but no one answered.

The night wind blew, stirring up the snow on the ground, which fell on him and into his hair.

Feng Xingyu slowly stood up and looked at the calm night sky.

Snowflakes, whipped up by the wind, landed on his face and in his red eyes.

The red color is gradually deepening.

It looked like something was burning inside.

"City in the Clouds..."

He spoke each word slowly and deliberately, his voice so low it sounded like it came from hell: "No matter where you hide, I will find you!"

Found Ayu!

……

Feng Xingyu sat on the roof of the palace all night, gradually calming down from his initial panic and anxiety.

He believed that Ayu would protect herself.

But he must find the entrance to Cloud City as soon as possible.

Fortunately, all matters in the court have been arranged, and he can set off for the Black Swamp immediately.

As the sky began to lighten with the first hint of dawn, he stood up from the roof of the palace.

He was completely unaware of the thick layer of snow that had fallen on him. He only glanced one last time at the direction where Mo Sangyu had disappeared before turning around and leaping off the roof of the palace.

Gu Jinzhi and the others were already waiting downstairs.

Yan Qing rushed forward, his eyes red-rimmed: "Your Majesty, the Empress..."

"She's alright."

Feng Xingyu's voice was very calm, so calm it was almost frightening.

Yan Qing was stunned for a moment, and the words he was about to say were choked back.

Gu Jin stepped forward, her gaze falling on Feng Xingyu's expressionless face, and her heart skipped a beat.

He's been with Feng Xingyu for so many years, he knows him too well.

The calmer it is, the more terrifying it is.

"Your Majesty," Gu Jinzhi asked in a deep voice, "what do you intend to do?"

Feng Xingyu looked up at him.

A faint, dark fire burned in those red eyes.

"To the Black Marsh," he said. "Now."

Gu Jinzhi's pupils trembled slightly.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but ultimately swallowed it back.

"Your Majesty, I will go and make preparations immediately."

"No need."

Feng Xingyu turned and walked into Mo Sangyu's bedroom.

The table was covered with things that Mo Sangyu had prepared.

It was originally meant for two people to use, but now he's all alone.

He packed his things away and looked at Gu Jinzhi: "I'm leaving the affairs of the court to you."

Gu Jinzhi took a deep breath and bowed.

"My lord, I obey your order."

Feng Xingyu turned to leave, but suddenly stopped.

He almost forgot, so he took out the talisman left by Mo Sangyu and recited the incantation for his external avatar.

A mannequin that looked exactly like him appeared in the hall in an instant.

Seeing this, Gu Jinzhi and Yan Qing were both slightly surprised.

Your Majesty, when did you learn the Empress's skills?

However, no one asked any further questions at this point.

After leaving the dummy behind, Feng Xingyu left again.

"Your Majesty!" Yan Qing suddenly called out to him.

Feng Xingyu paused, but did not turn around.

Yan Qing watched his solitary figure disappear into the distance, his Adam's apple bobbing, before finally clasping his hands in a firm fist salute: "We must bring the Empress back!"

"rest assured."

After saying that, his figure quickly disappeared into the morning mist.

……

Feng Xingyu stood on the edge of the deadly Black Swamp in just three days.

This forbidden land, which strikes fear into the hearts of countless people, appears exceptionally desolate in the morning light.

A layer of black mist floated on the surface of the swamp, and occasionally bubbles would rise from the depths of the mud, making a dull sound when they burst.

Feng Xingyu looked at the place before him, a place that had swallowed countless lives.

Last time I came here, I narrowly escaped death.

With the things Ayu has prepared, he will surely be able to cross the Black Swamp and find the entrance to Cloud City.

He changed into clothes and boots made of special materials, put on a gas mask, checked the talismans on his body, and then stepped into the black swamp.

The swirling mist instantly swallowed his figure.

The ground beneath my feet felt soft and muddy, and every step felt like I was being pulled down by something.

If he wasn't careful, one of his feet sank half a foot deep, and the mud felt like countless hands desperately trying to pull him down.

He exerted force, pulled out his foot, staggered back a few steps, and stepped onto a relatively hard surface.

This area is mostly black swamp, and you need to be careful with every step you take.

This time, he deliberately avoided the strange vines he had encountered before, focused on the ground, and moved forward step by step.

The fog grew thicker and thicker, reducing visibility to less than three feet.

The air inside the gas mask was filtered very cleanly, but a faint, lingering smell of decay still managed to seep through the mask and into my nose.

That was the scent of death.

With a gurgling sound.

The sound of bubbles bursting came from the left front. Feng Xingyu paused and turned his head to look.

Within the black mist, a pair of eerie green eyes were staring intently at him.

Those are not human eyes.

Its pupils are vertical, like those of some cold-blooded animal, and the surface of its eyeballs is covered with a transparent membrane that glows eerily in the darkness.

Feng Xingyu did not move, nor did his eyes.

A person and an object, gazing at each other across the black mist.

Three breaths later, those eyes slowly sank into the swamp and disappeared.

Feng Xingyu continued walking forward.

He knew what it was.

The native creatures of the Black Swamp live year-round in the rotten mud, feeding on any living creatures that stray into their territory.

The owner of those eyes did not attack because he was wary of the talismans on him; in other words, all these things were wary of Ayu.

Ayu's spiritual power is the purest thing in the world; no truly evil thing can survive in front of her.

For example, the man who took her away.

He will definitely pay the price for this.

After Feng Xingyu had walked for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the area in front of him suddenly opened up.

The black fog thinned out, revealing a relatively flat area of ​​ground.

There were some white things scattered on the ground. Feng Xingyu walked closer to take a look.

It's bone.

Human bones, animal bones, and some bones whose origins are completely unrecognizable.

It was densely packed, covering the entire ground.

Feng Xingyu stepped on the bones, which made a crunching sound. The bones were old and rotten, and they crumbled into dust with one step.

He continued walking forward.

Suddenly, the ground beneath my feet gave way to emptiness.

He reacted extremely quickly, lightly touching the ground with his toes, and leaped into the air.

Below, a huge mouth is opening from the swamp.

Its mouth was over ten feet wide, filled with countless sharp teeth, layer upon layer, extending into unseen depths.

The thing missed its target and sank back into the swamp, leaving behind only a huge whirlpool.

Feng Xingyu landed on a relatively hard ground three zhang away and glanced back at the dissipating vortex.

This place is even more dangerous than when he last came here.

Last time, he almost lost his life just by entering the edge, but this time, he has to cross the entire Black Swamp to have any chance of finding the entrance to Cloud City.

Its level of danger is self-evident.

He took a deep breath and continued forward.

at the same time.

City in the Clouds.

It was a city standing amidst swirling clouds and mist, seemingly suspended deep within the sea of ​​clouds in the heavens.

But in reality, the entire city is not truly floating in the air; rather, it is built atop a flat, isolated mountain.

The clouds surged like a sea, lifting the city into the clouds.

All around are sheer cliffs, the walls of which are as smooth as mirrors, offering no place to cling to.

Looking down, all one sees is a vast, endless sea of ​​clouds, unfathomable, where a fall would mean eternal nothingness.

From a distance, the city appears and disappears, as if it might be swallowed up by the clouds at any moment, or as if it were an illusion formed by the condensation of clouds.

Sunlight pierced through the clouds, bathing the entire city in a golden glow, making it seem otherworldly.

When Mo Sangyu was led into the city by the man, she felt as if she were surrounded by clouds. When she looked up, everything in sight was like a fairyland.

It is filled with spiritual energy, which makes people feel relaxed and comfortable.

This is really a great place.

"Welcome to Cloud City."

Upon arriving in Cloud City, the man untied the ropes binding Mo Sangyu, carried her across the bustling streets, and landed directly in front of the tallest and largest mountain gate in the city.

"How is it? Do you like it here?" the man asked her.

Mo Sangyu was looking around when she heard this. She turned to look at the man and said, "The place is nice, but the people aren't."

Man: "...Where is it not okay?"

"Think for yourself."

Mo Sangyu ignored him.

Her gaze passed over the mountain gate and looked inside.

It's very large inside; you can't see the end of it at a glance.

The pavilions and towers are built against the mountain, layer upon layer, staggered and orderly, stretching all the way into the depths of the clouds and mist.

The main path, paved with bluestone, is wide and flat, with unknown flowers and trees planted on both sides, their fragrance subtle and refreshing.

In the distance, a waterfall cascades down from a great height, its waters gurgling softly, appearing and disappearing amidst the clouds and mist.

Further away, a huge palace can be vaguely seen, its golden roof gleaming in the sunlight.

Above the mountain gate, on a huge stone plaque, are engraved two large characters.

Cloud Clan.

Mo Sangyu narrowed his eyes.

Cloud Clan?

Are those people with different colored eyes all from the Cloud Clan?

I wonder if there are any other families or factions in this Cloud City besides the Cloud Clan?

"What's your name?" the man asked, staring at her.

Mo Sangyu countered, "What's your name?"

The man smiled.

"Let me formally introduce myself..."