His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

The two passed through the fog.

The fog was thicker than it appeared; the moment you stepped inside, your vision was reduced to less than two meters.

The ground beneath my feet changed from a soft layer of humus to hard rock, and the feeling under my feet was completely different.

The surroundings were eerily quiet; even the sound of footsteps was absorbed by the fog, making each step feel like walking on cotton.

The white dumpling's figure appeared and disappeared in the mist, its snow-white fur serving as the only guide.

After walking only a hundred steps or so, the fog suddenly thinned.

It was as if we had passed through an invisible layer of atmosphere, and suddenly the view opened up before us.

No, it wasn't a sudden realization.

It has come to an end.

They were standing on the edge of a cliff.

Looking down from the cliff, the abyss was filled with thick fog, and the bottom could not be seen. Only the sound of water could be faintly heard coming from the depths of the fog.

Opposite is another mountain wall, only a few dozen feet apart, yet it feels like an entire world is separated by it.

Directly in front of the cliff, in mid-air, floats a strange light curtain.

The white dumpling stood directly below the light screen, its head tilted back, its round eyes fixed on the screen, its tail held high, and its whole body trembling slightly.

It wasn't fear, it was excitement.

Feng Xingyu stepped forward, raised his hand, and stopped his finger half a foot away from the light screen.

He exerted a slight force with his fingers and reached forward.

It feels soft yet resilient, like pressing against a very thin film, with a slight elasticity and coolness.

As he deepened his fingertip, a layer of water ripples appeared on the surface of the light screen, with concentric circles of ripples spreading outwards from his fingertip.

"This is..." Mo Sangyu walked over, her brows slightly furrowed.

Feng Xingyu withdrew his hand and said in a deep voice, "It's like a crack that was forcibly torn open by someone using extremely advanced methods, and then fixed here with a restriction to prevent it from closing naturally."

Mo Sangyu felt a chill run down her spine and looked closely.

That curtain of light suspended in front of the cliff certainly didn't look like it was formed naturally.

Its edges are irregular, with traces of tearing, yet it has been stitched and fixed with extremely exquisite techniques, like a wound that has been roughly torn open and then carefully stitched up.

Through that ripple-like light curtain, one could vaguely see a black hole spinning at high speed inside.

It's... a time tunnel?

If Mo Sangyu recognized it, Feng Xingyu would naturally recognize it as well.

He pulled Mo Sangyu back a few steps.

"This is a spacetime turbulence. If you accidentally enter it, you may get lost in the endless void and never find your way back."

"You...you don't dare go in either?"

Others might not be able to, but Feng Xingyu, who possesses spatial magic, might not be able to be trapped even if he were caught in spatial turbulence.

However, Feng Xingyu shook his head uncertainly.

"If you get caught in this turbulence, you can only rely on luck. If you're lucky, you might fall into a layer of another world and be able to escape. Otherwise, you'll be lost inside forever."

Upon hearing Feng Xingyu's words, Mo Sangyu's heart sank.

Her parents and Chu Canglan and Yin Yue had all been in Qiyun Town, and the aura emanating from the jade pendant had led them here. Thus...

"Ayu, don't overthink it..."

Before Feng Xingyu could finish his comforting words, Bai Tuanzi suddenly let out two urgent howls and, without waiting for the two to react, rushed towards the black hole like a madman.

Mo Sangyu's heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively reached out to grab it.

As soon as the finger brushed against the clump of snow-white fur, an extremely domineering suction force suddenly erupted from the depths of the black hole.

Caught off guard, she was swept up by the gust of air.

The change happened in an instant, so fast that even Feng Xingyu was caught off guard.

"Ayu!"

Watching Mo Sangyu's figure being swallowed up, he didn't even have time to think. His actions were faster than his brain's reaction. He hugged Zhao Zhao tightly in his arms and rushed into the black hole together.

The moment I entered the spacetime turbulence, everything went black.

There was no direction, no gravity, only a feeling of weightlessness as if being swept into an endless abyss at high speed, as if it would tear one's soul to shreds.

I don't know how much time passed before that suffocating dizziness finally subsided.

When her vision returned, Mo Sangyu found herself all alone, surrounded by empty space.

All around was an endless expanse of darkness, so quiet it was unsettling.

It felt as if I was standing on a surface of inky black water, without a ripple or any reflection.

The field of vision can only see the scene within a ten-meter radius of oneself; beyond that, there is only bottomless nothingness.

Feng Xingyu, Zhao Zhao, and Bai Tuanzi were nowhere to be seen.

She closed her eyes and used her spiritual sense to locate Feng Xingyu, only to discover...

I can't even sense the soul contract anymore!

Mo Sangyu took a deep breath, suppressing the fleeting panic in her heart.

She had never felt fear for anything before, but this forced separation filled her with an uncontrollable panic.

This also made her realize that Feng Xingyu and the child had become an indispensable part of her life.

"Feng Xingyu!"

Her voice echoed in the deathly silence, but received no response.

Mo Sangyu gritted her teeth, took a step forward, and blindly searched in this boundless darkness.

I don't know how long I walked, but suddenly my foot slipped and I lost my footing.

Her mind went blank for a moment, and then a powerful pulling force swept over her, dragging her consciousness into a completely unfamiliar place.

Before her eyes, light and shadow intertwined, and scenes unfolded rapidly in her mind like a revolving lantern.

It was an extremely bizarre and magnificent city.

Dark purple vines climbed the towering black towers, while ghostly blue flames burned silently in the bronze animal heads lining the long street, illuminating the street paved with solid obsidian.

An ancient and mysterious atmosphere permeated the air, and even the wind blowing through the carved window frames sounded like a low whistle.

In the center of the picture, a woman dressed in elaborate red clothes is sitting on a soft couch, holding a baby in her arms.

The baby was extremely beautiful, only a month old, with pink and tender skin, like a delicately carved jade doll, exuding a natural and innate charm.

Zhao Zhao?

In a daze, Mo Sangyu's heart skipped a beat.

She rushed over almost instinctively, wanting to take the child back.

However, she passed straight through the two of them.

Mo Sangyu suddenly stopped in her tracks, only to realize that she had no physical form at all, but was merely a transparent consciousness.

She turned around and looked at the woman and the child.

The woman lowered her eyes, her gaze so tender it was almost tearful, and gently stroked the baby's cheek with her fingers.

Just then, a man walked in from outside.

He wore a pristine white robe, surrounded by a cool and otherworldly aura. His features were exceptionally handsome, and his demeanor was like that of a compassionate deity from the heavens.

It seemed out of place in this dark and eerie environment, yet strangely blended into it.

The man walked to the bedside and naturally took the baby from the woman's arms.

He held the child in one arm and gently wrapped his other arm around the woman's waist, pulling her closer to him.

The two smiled at each other, their eyes filled with deep affection and happiness.

Upon witnessing this scene, Mo Sangyu miraculously calmed down.

This peace was soon shattered.

The already dark sky was suddenly torn apart, and the thick, ominous clouds surged wildly, turning into a suffocating darkness.

Blinding lightning brewed deep within the clouds, carrying a devastating pressure, and suddenly struck down below.

The target is the infant in swaddling clothes!

The couple was completely unprepared and had no idea how lightning would suddenly appear.

In the instant the thunder struck, they had no time to prepare any defenses and could only use their own bodies to shield the baby.

boom!

A powerful bolt of lightning crashed down, mercilessly piercing their backs.

One after another, dozens of bolts of lightning struck down.

Blood stained the man's white clothes and the woman's red dress. Their bodies shattered inch by inch under divine punishment, and they both perished.

Mo Sangyu's eyes were bloodshot, and his heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, causing him unbearable pain.

She rushed forward without hesitation, wanting to shield them from the deadly lightning.

Just as her hand was about to touch the two broken figures, the scene before her eyes collapsed like a shattered mirror.

The scene changes.

As time passed, the baby from back then has grown up into a silver-haired girl of fifteen or sixteen.

At a young age, he ascended to the position of Demon Lord with swift and decisive means.

She perfectly inherited the original power of both her parents, and the purest bloodline of gods and demons flowed within her.

This power far surpasses that of the gods and even surpasses that of all demons, making her the only unsolvable being in the Three Realms.

No one can suppress her, and no one can restrain her.

As she grew up, she became eccentric and willful, disregarding the laws of nature.

She wreaked havoc in the celestial realm all by herself, blatantly defying the majesty of the Heavenly Dao, disrupting the strict order that had existed for millennia, and disturbing the peace of the entire Three Realms.

Faced with this anomaly that was completely beyond their control, the gods of the heavens were helpless and suppressed without any power to fight back.

In the end, with no other choice, the Heavenly Realm had to ask a supreme deity who had long since transcended the Three Realms and was no longer concerned with worldly affairs to come forward and help.

Mo Sangyu saw the messenger from the heavens and knelt in fear and trepidation before a solitary palace.

The palace floated in the sky, its entire structure made of transparent ice crystals, radiating a chilling aura.

Within a radius of a hundred miles, there are no buildings adjacent to it, as if even the gods are not qualified to approach this pure land.

The palace doors slowly opened.

A tall, slender figure emerged from the hall.

The moment Mo Sangyu saw that face clearly, her heart almost stopped.

His long, ink-black hair was casually tied back with a hairband, with a few stray strands falling across his forehead, making his face appear even more aloof and otherworldly.

His phoenix eyes were long and narrow, with slightly upturned corners. His pupils were the purest red, like two drops of congealed blood, both eerie and awe-inspiring.

It was a face exactly like Feng Xingyu's.

But there are some differences.

Although Feng Xingyu was once cold-hearted, he had emotions, things and people he cared about, ideals and ambitions, and hatred hidden in his heart.

But the person in front of me exuded an aloofness that kept people at arm's length. His red eyes were devoid of any emotion, as if everything in the world was nothing more than insignificant dust in his eyes.

The revered deity lowered his gaze to the kneeling celestial messengers, his thin lips parted slightly, his voice as cold as frost: "What is it?"

After reporting the chaos in the Three Realms, the messenger carefully conveyed the Heavenly Realm's plea, hoping that the Venerable God could intervene to restrain the lawless female demon.

The deity listened without showing any emotion.

"The affairs of the Three Realms are none of my concern."

After he finished speaking, he turned to return to the palace, his movements as indifferent as if he had only heard a gust of wind.

The messenger panicked and knelt down a few steps: "Your Majesty, that female demon possesses both divine and demonic bloodlines. The immortals of the Heavenly Realm are truly powerless against her. If this continues, the order of the Three Realms will surely collapse. If a world-destroying heavenly punishment is unleashed, the entire Three Realms will be affected, and countless lives will be lost..."

The deity paused for a moment.

It wasn't because of the messenger's pleas, but because his divine sense had reached out at that moment, passing through the gaps between the three realms, and he saw the girl who was running rampant in the heavenly realm.

She wore a long crimson dress, her silver hair flowing freely, and she walked barefoot on the jade steps of the heavenly realm. Wherever she passed, the auspicious clouds that had never turned into ink were dyed dark.

With a wave of her hand, she smashed the plaque of a palace to pieces, her laughter wicked and arrogant, carrying a ruthless and reckless spirit.

The deity withdrew his divine sense and remained silent for a moment.

He seemed to say something, but Mo Sangyu didn't hear it clearly. Instead, he turned and flew towards the direction where the girl was.

Upon seeing this, Mo Sangyu felt a growing sense of anger.

The scene then changes.

The young demon lord stood on the Execution Platform in the Heavenly Realm, her feet resting on the token of a Heavenly General, and declared that she would dismantle this platform, which symbolized the majesty of the Heavenly Dao.

The revered deity descended from heaven.

With black hair and red eyes, dressed in dark robes, he exuded a suffocating aura.

The girl looked up at him, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes before she regained her arrogant and domineering demeanor.

"Who are you? I advise you not to meddle in other people's business."

The deity looked at her expressionlessly.

"Stop."

The girl paused for a moment, then burst into laughter, a laugh full of sarcasm: "What did you say?"

"Stop."

The deity repeated himself, his tone calm and indifferent: "Go back and be your Demon Lord properly, and stop causing trouble."

As Mo Sangyu watched this scene, her fingernails almost dug into her palms.

The girl was clearly angered by those words; the smile on her face gradually faded, replaced by a chilling coldness.

"Stop?"

She reacted as if she'd heard the funniest joke in the world, but then her face turned cold, sinister and wicked: "Who are you? You think you can just back down like that? Let me tell you, I and your Heavenly Realm are sworn enemies!"

The deity was silent for a moment, then said, "I'm doing this for your own good."

"Bullshit!"

Enraged, the girl finished cursing and unleashed a powerful black spiritual force.

The deity did not hide.

With a casual wave of his hand, the spiritual power that was enough to destroy a palace was dissolved into nothingness.

The girl's pupils suddenly contracted.

This is a tough opponent.

She put aside her playful thoughts and began to fight him with all her might. The two fought from the sky to the ground, from the human world to the demon realm, leaving ruins in their wake.

The girl was clearly encountering such a formidable opponent for the first time.

Although she was powerful, her opponent was a hundred times more powerful than her, a girl who was only a teenager, in terms of both combat experience and divine source.

"You're still young," he said. "I don't want to hurt you."

"Then let me do what I want to do." The girl gritted her teeth, her eyes reddening.

"no."

The deity's tone remained calm: "If you continue like this, you will destroy yourself sooner or later."

"My affairs are none of your business!"

"I'm determined to interfere."

"..."

They can't beat them, and they can't explain it away.

The girl had no choice but to run away.

But from then on, he was completely at odds with her.

No matter what the girl did, he would stop her.

Each time, the girl would tremble with anger and question him about his right.

The deity's answer is always the same: "I am doing this for your own good."

"For my own good?"

The girl sneered: "You're helping those self-proclaimed righteous gods in the Heavenly Realm, who are actually hypocrites with sanctimonious facades, is that for my own good?"

"If you insist on revenge, you will be doomed forever."

The deity looked at her and said, "I cannot stand by and watch you walk down that path."

"Are you crazy? What's it to you what I do?"

"Of course."

Mo Sangyu was so angry when she saw these scenes that she trembled all over.

Those blurry images from the depths of my dreams are surging back like a tidal wave.

The girl's face and the god's face were clearly superimposed on her and Feng Xingyu.

This is her and Feng Xingyu's past life.

In her past life, Feng Xingyu actually helped the Heavenly Realm fight against her?

When her parents were struck dead by lightning, and she sought revenge against the heavens all alone, he stood opposite her, stopping her time and time again.

He said it was for her own good, and told her to let go of her hatred?

It felt as if a raging fire had been stuffed into Mo Sangyu's chest, burning her so intensely that she could barely breathe.

She recalled the scene in the video where her parents were struck dead by lightning, their bodies never to be found.

She was just a month old when she lost both her parents overnight. Those so-called gods, those lofty heavenly laws, did not give her any justice.

What can she do?

She can only rely on herself.

She fought desperately to survive and to become stronger, all to avenge this blood debt.

But what about Feng Xingyu?

What is he doing?

He stopped her, again and again, telling her to put it down and stop.

What gives him the right?

Mo Sangyu was so angry that her vision blurred, and she wished she could rush into the scene and slap him hard.

She took a step and actually rushed in that direction.

"Ayu? Ayu... wake up..."