His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

Countless ages ago, the Three Realms were governed by a strict order, and the Heavenly Dao was domineering and biased, holding the fate of all living beings in the world, arbitrarily determining life and death, and arbitrarily judging good and evil.

Mo Sangyu's previous life was a unique hybrid of god and demon in the Three Realms.

Her father was an ancient god of supreme cultivation, gentle and benevolent, and revered by countless deities.

Her mother was the supreme witch who ruled the Abyss of Ten Thousand Demons, and was unrestrained, arrogant, and rebellious.

God and demon, who were originally strangers, fell in love and, disregarding heavenly rules and taboos, secretly pledged their lives to each other and stayed together.

But Heaven's way is absolutely intolerant of anything that breaks the rules.

For a god and a demon to fall in love is an unforgivable sin.

After the two gave birth to Mo Sangyu, the Heavenly Dao was enraged and triggered a Heavenly Tribulation, which crushed the souls of the two lovers, preventing them from reincarnating for eternity.

Mo Sangyu, still an infant, became a lonely and helpless orphan.

She was born with the purest primal power of both gods and demons, possessing unparalleled talent and combat prowess throughout history, far surpassing all gods and demons in the world. As she grew up, she became an existence that no one in the three realms could restrain.

From a young age, Mo Sangyu saw through the hypocrisy and cruelty of the ways of heaven.

What is the right path? What is the principle of Heaven?

It's nothing more than an excuse for Heaven to favor the Celestial Realm and oppress other races.

It separates loving couples, slaughters innocent lives, establishes unjust rules, and locks away the destiny of all beings.

Therefore, Mo Sangyu hated this corrupt Heavenly Way from a young age.

She roamed the Three Realms with impunity, defying the Heavenly Rules every day, disrupting the order of the Heavenly Realm everywhere, turning the solemn and dignified Heavenly Realm into chaos and disorder.

She wasn't bloodthirsty or tyrannical; she simply wanted to seek justice for her tragically deceased parents and tear apart this absurd and unjust fate.

At that time, Feng Xingyu was a supreme deity who transcended the Three Realms and Six Paths.

He was aloof and detached, without desires or wants, looking down on the rise and fall of all living beings. He never interfered in any conflicts in the Three Realms. Love, hate, grudges, and battles between good and evil in the world were all beneath his notice.

Mo Sangyu's father was his only close friend in his youth and the only source of warmth in his eternally lonely years.

His dearest friend perished, dying because of the injustice of Heaven, leaving behind only this daughter whom no one could cure, and whom the Three Realms regarded as the root of chaos.

The immortals of the celestial realm were filled with fear and dread, terrified of Mo Sangyu's heaven-defying power and her potential to overthrow the Three Realms. They visited Feng Xingyu daily to plead for his intervention to suppress her.

While they claim to be eliminating evil and upholding justice, their true intentions are fear, selfishness, and a desire to eradicate this orphaned girl who has been wronged by Heaven.

Feng Xingyu was unwilling to pay attention to it.

But he couldn't stand by and watch his friend's only bloodline be besieged by the three realms. If the heavenly tribulation were triggered again, he would surely meet a tragic end.

After careful consideration, he made an exception and entered the mortal world.

Outsiders all believed that the Supreme God descended from the mountain to protect the righteous path of the Three Realms and to suppress the demon lord who caused chaos in the world.

But no one knew that his original purpose was simply to protect the daughter of his deceased friend, using the pretext of suppression to shield her from all deadly threats from the three realms.

When Feng Xingyu first entered the world, he was cold-hearted, ruthless, and devoid of any compassion.

Every time he clashed with Mo Sangyu, his moves were fierce and he never gave an inch, making them mortal enemies known to everyone in the Three Realms.

One person wreaks havoc, while the other is ordered to suppress it; they are locked in a fierce confrontation, irreconcilable like fire and water.

But the constant confrontation and daily struggle eventually wore down the indifference in his heart.

He witnessed firsthand the despicable and filthy nature of the celestial realm and saw clearly the insidious and cruel nature of the Heavenly Way.

So-called righteous gods and noble sects are actually treacherous schemes behind the scenes, and so-called heavenly rules and laws are nothing but shackles that bind all living beings and promote selfishness.

The Demon Lord Mo Sangyu, despised by the world, hides the purest love, hate and obsession beneath her sinister and violent exterior. She never kills the innocent indiscriminately; all her crazy antics are nothing more than a desperate act of resistance.

His Dao heart, as cold as ice for millennia, collapsed in an instant.

The venerable god, who had no desires or wants, was moved by mortal desires and fell into the trap of love.

While others may be gentle when they are moved, a god as aloof and uncontrollable as God is, once he is moved, becomes extremely obsessive and insane.

Regardless of the laws of nature, disregarding worldly criticism, and fearing eternal damnation.

He fell in love with this orphaned goddess and demon, abandoned by the Three Realms and wronged by the Heavenly Dao.

But this love was destined to be taboo from the very beginning.

He could have suppressed it, but Mo Sangyu took the initiative to provoke him, wantonly seduced him, and after taking advantage of him, discarded him like a worn-out shoe, driving him completely mad and gradually out of control. He then changed his approach to continue entangled with her.

No one knows that on the original Three Lives Stone, Feng Xingyu and Mo Sangyu were destined to be together.

However, Heaven is wary of these two.

It fears that the supreme god who transcends the three realms will join forces with the heaven-defying demon lord who is a hybrid of god and demon, and that the two of them will work together to overturn the order that it has controlled for eternity.

Thus, Heaven secretly altered its destiny and silently erased their names.

From then on, their fate was sealed within the three realms, leaving them only with eternal hatred and an inability to be together.

The moment Feng Xingyu uncovered the whole truth, he completely went against his own nature.

He tried to use divine bones as a pen and divine blood as ink to forcibly carve the names of the two people on the Three Lives Stone.

However, the Heavenly Dao forbids marriage, and the stone body is strictly repulsive. No matter how much he exhausted his divine power, he could not leave a single word behind.

If he cannot obtain tenderness, then he will destroy everything.

Since Heaven cruelly deprived him of his marriage and forbade him from being with his beloved, then no one in this world deserves to have a perfect love.

All the gods and Buddhas in the heavens were shocked. No one dared to believe that the aloof and desireless deity would defy the entire Heavenly Dao for the sake of a mere demon lord.

Feng Xingyu ventured alone into the Samsara Secret Realm and unleashed a deafening strike.

The Three-Life Stone, which had existed for eternity and determined all the karmic bonds of love, shattered upon impact.

The boulder shattered, debris flew everywhere, the order of marriage in the three realms was thrown into chaos, countless people's fates were reversed, love and hate entangled, separation and parting swept across the world.

This act is an unprecedented and heinous crime.

Heaven was enraged and unleashed the most severe heavenly punishment.

They abolished his ten-thousand-year divine position, shattered his divine bones and essence, stripped him of all his cultivation and memories, and banished him to the mortal realm.

He loved but could not be with her life after life, living alone and dying in solitude, suffering the torment of unrequited love, never achieving even a sliver of fulfillment.

Everyone thought that this was the end.

The revered god has fallen, the demon lord is imprisoned, and the heaven-defying romance is completely severed.

But no one knows that when the soul shattered at the bottom of the cliff, Mo Sangyu did not completely disappear.

She watched that obsessive and insane man, suffering endless cycles of rebirth for his own sake, watching the heavens arbitrarily manipulate their fates, her obsession undiminished, her hatred boundless.

She guarded her shattered soul, wasting countless hours, and, together with the most trusted person by Feng Xingyu's side, meticulously planned and orchestrated a heaven-defying scheme.

She broke free from the shackles of the Three Realms and personally created the Cangxuan Realm, independent of the world and beyond the reach of the Heavenly Dao.

And created two hidden bloodlines, the Cloud Clan and the Rong Clan.

She used all her original divine power to build a closed loop of reincarnation that allowed her to escape fate.

She doesn't want a fate bestowed by heaven, nor does she want a false destiny.

She wanted to plan everything herself to ensure a lifetime of companionship with him.

Through countless reincarnations, he suffered the torment of loneliness and unrequited love.

She exhausted all her energy, waiting patiently for his return.

Therefore, our meeting, getting to know each other, and staying together in this life has never been a matter of divine favor.

It was an opportunity she personally sought after, having endured countless ages of loneliness and defied fate.

It was also the redemption he had waited for through countless lifetimes of suffering, his unwavering resolve, and the cycle of reincarnation.

Feng Xingyu has an extreme fondness for Mo Sangyu, unconditionally indulging him, obsessively protecting him, and loving him deeply and passionately.

As for her feelings of tenderness, dependence, and inability to let go towards Feng Xingyu, it was all out of love without her realizing it. She simply considered it as repaying a debt of love from his several lifetimes of loneliness and eternal affection.

……

Inside the wooden cabin, the night was deep.

Mo Sangyu leaned against Feng Xingyu's chest, her heart still trembling slightly, as the chaotic images of her past life slowly settled in her mind.

So, this is the whole truth.

It turns out that their companionship was a perfect union stolen from the heavens.

Feng Xingyu noticed her slight tremor, tightened his arms around her, and gently stroked her back with his warm palm, speaking softly, "Ayu... you... you remember everything, don't you?"

Mo Sangyu looked up at him, gazing at those familiar features, and nodded gently.

The two remained silent.

For a moment, the atmosphere froze slightly.

After a long while, Feng Xingyu leaned in and planted a kiss on her smooth forehead.

He said, "Ayu, thank you."

Outside the wooden house, the night wind rustled through the forest, making the bamboo leaves whisper.

Mo Sangyu was speechless for a moment after being stopped by his thanks, and didn't know what to say.

Thanks?

Why should I thank her?

Thank you for defying fate and for your painstaking planning.

She lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and her voice was muffled: "What are you thanking me for? I didn't do it all for you."

These words were spoken in a harsh tone, as if they were trying to hide something soft.

Feng Xingyu didn't respond, but just chuckled softly.

The laughter was extremely soft, like a night breeze brushing against the strings of a zither, yet it carried the tranquility that finally settled after countless ages of solitude.

His fingers ran through her loose hair, his fingertips caressing her earlobe with utmost tenderness, yet carrying an undeniable sense of possessiveness.

"I know."

His voice was low: "You hate the way of Heaven and have always been fighting against destiny, so I... am just a byproduct."

Mo Sangyu suddenly looked up and met his deep eyes.

There was not a trace of self-pity, no resentment, or even the deep affection she had expected in those eyes.

There was only a quiet certainty, as if he had thought all of this through clearly long ago.

"But I still thank you."

Feng Xingyu said calmly, "Thank you for giving me the opportunity to finally achieve my goal and spend the rest of my life with you."

Mo Sangyu's eyes suddenly reddened.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say, "Why are you so annoying?" and "I don't care about your thanks," but the words got stuck in her throat, turning into a sour, burning sensation that surged up.

She tried to hold back, but couldn't resist. She grabbed his shirt and buried her face in his chest.

The voice was muffled and awkward, deep in his chest: "Feng Xingyu, do you know how annoying you are?"

"I know." He tightened his arms around him.

"You were troublesome in your past life, and you're even more troublesome now."

"Um."

"All I get is 'uh-huh' when I say anything."

Feng Xingyu lowered his head, resting his chin on the top of her head, his voice coming down from above her head, deep and chuckled: "Then what do you want to hear? Do you want to hear that I love you very much? Or that I have been waiting for you in every reincarnation? You already know all of this, why bother saying it again?"

Mo Sangyu's fingers tightened slightly as she gripped his collar.

she knows.

Of course she knew.

But she attributed it all to paying off a debt, to feeling guilty, to the emotional debt she owed to that lonely man.

However, debts must be paid off eventually. If she is still reluctant to let go after the debts are paid off, then what is the point?

"Feng Xingyu."

She looked up, her eyes slightly red, staring straight at him.

"I'm here, you can speak."

"I……"

She paused for a moment, as if it took a lot of effort to say the rest: "I'm not paying off a debt."

She saw Feng Xingyu's pupils tremble slightly.

In that instant, something shattered in the eyes of the once aloof and desireless supreme god, and then burst forth and grew again from the fragments.

"I used to think that the reason I was soft-hearted towards you and couldn't let you go was because you suffered too much for me, because you defied the heavens, shattered the Three Lives Stone, violated the heavenly rules and were punished, and were reincarnated, loving but not being able to be loved in every life, and dying alone... It made me feel that I owed you, so I tried my best to repay you with a lifetime of deep affection."

She sniffed, her voice soft but each word crystal clear: "But now, I'm very sure..."

She stopped, and tears finally fell.

"Everything I've done isn't just about paying off a debt. This life, what you wanted, isn't it also what I wanted?"

Feng Xingyu remained silent.

He simply leaned down and gently, slowly, kissed away the tear stains on her face.

From the corner of her eye to her cheekbone, from her cheekbone to the tip of her nose, and finally to her lips.

There was no plundering, no possession, and it wasn't even a complete kiss.

Like the end of an ancient river, two dried-up streams finally flow into the same sea, and even touching them is done with a kind of almost reverent caution.

Their lips parted, his forehead pressed against hers, their breaths mingling.

"Mo Sangyu".

He called her by her full name, his tone as solemn as a vow in some ancient ritual.

"Um."

Have you ever thought about it?

His voice was slightly hoarse, as if ten thousand years of ice had shattered completely, revealing scorching magma beneath: "I smashed the Three Lives Stone not only because Heaven wouldn't let me be with you."

Mo Sangyu was taken aback.

Feng Xingyu placed his palm on the back of her neck, his fingertips gently caressing that delicate skin, his eyes filled with a fervor and obsession she had never seen before.

"The Three Lives Stone records all the predestined relationships in the world, who is born to be with whom, who is destined to stay together. It seems to be a preordained destiny, but in reality, it is just a script written by the Heavenly Dao. You and I were originally on it, but it has erased us..."

He paused for a moment, his voice so low it sounded like it was being ground from his chest.

Even if it isn't erased, even if our names are still listed side by side on that broken stone, I don't want it.

Mo Sangyu was stunned.

"I don't care about fate bestowed by heaven, and I don't believe in destiny."

Feng Xingyu's tone was calm, yet his obsession was almost terrifying: "What I want is not the destined match written by Heaven, nor the perfect match bestowed by it. What I want is the one you truly want to choose in your heart."

"Whether in the past life or in every life to come, every day, every moment, all I ever want is for you to willingly want to be with me."

He cupped her face in his hands, his thumb tracing her cheek, his gaze so deep it seemed he wanted to devour her whole.

"You say you're not paying off a debt, then tell me, Mo Sangyu, did you do all this because you love me?"

Outside the wooden house, the night wind seemed to have suddenly stopped.

All was silent; even the chirping of insects had ceased, as if the entire earth was holding its breath, awaiting an answer.

Mo Sangyu looked at the man in front of her.

He was once the supreme god who transcended the three realms, aloof and detached, without desires or wants.

Now, he sat before her, his eyes slightly red, his voice hoarse, just a mortal who had waited far too long, wanting to hear a definite answer.

"Feng Xingyu."

Mo Sangyu called his name softly, but he didn't answer. Instead, she kissed him directly.

This kiss lacked the probing, entanglement, and confrontation of my past life memories.

There was no scheming, no seduction, no one owed anyone anything, and no one was waiting for anyone.

It was just a kiss filled with love.

"Feng Xingyu, I love you..."