His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

Mo Sangyu turned around and looked up at him.

The moonlight fell on her face, and her usually flamboyant and unrestrained eyes were now filled with a deep calm.

"The Way of Heaven is not a single entity."

She said, "It is a system, a set of rules, a dense net covering the three realms."

Feng Xingyu looked down at her, waiting for her to continue.

"Since time immemorial, there have been people who have been in control of these rules. They hide behind the Heavenly Dao, using the name of Heaven to determine life and death, judge good and evil, and control everything."

Mo Sangyu's gaze gradually turned cold: "What we are looking for is not the ethereal Heavenly Dao, but the person who set the rules, and the book that carries those rules..."

Feng Xingyu's eyes flickered slightly.

"You mean... the Heavenly Strategy Codex?"

Mo Sangyu nodded.

The Heavenly Codex is the source of all rules in the Three Realms, determining destiny, severing cause and effect, and encapsulating all order in the world.

It is not an ordinary scroll, but a book of rules created by the first few primordial gods of the celestial realm in the beginning of time, bearing the foundation of the entire Heavenly Dao.

These ancestral gods have long since disappeared from the world, but the Heavenly Strategy Palace they left behind has been passed down through generations, in charge of turning the pages and revising the Heavenly Book.

To put it bluntly, the Way of Heaven is not something that is born; it is something that is written down by people.

Those so-called predestined marriages, the so-called distinction between good and evil, the so-called noble and lowly races, were all written into that book, and then stamped with the seal of heaven, becoming an inescapable destiny.

"You want to destroy the Heavenly Strategy Codex?" Feng Xingyu asked.

Mo Sangyu shook her head: "It can't be destroyed."

She paused, a cold glint in her eyes: "That thing coexists with the Three Realms. Destroying it would cause the order of the Three Realms to collapse, and billions of lives to perish. I will not do such a thing."

"Then what are you going to do?"

Mo Sangyu looked up at him and said, word by word, "Destroy the Tian Ce Mansion, severely injure those ancestral gods who wield the Heavenly Book, so that they will no longer have the ability to tamper with the Heavenly Book and change the destiny."

Feng Xingyu remained silent for a moment.

"The Heavenly Strategy Palace is not within the Three Realms, and its entrance is hidden, so no one has been able to find it since ancient times."

"I know," Mo Sangyu said. "The reason why the Cangxuan Realm can avoid the Heavenly Dao's prying eyes is because I drew on the structural principles of the Tian Ce Mansion when I was developing it."

Feng Xingyu raised an eyebrow slightly.

Mo Sangyu lowered her eyelashes, her voice softening slightly: "It took me many years to calculate the approximate location of Tian Ce Mansion bit by bit."

"Just a general idea?" Feng Xingyu asked.

"Yes." Mo Sangyu nodded. "But that's enough. Once we get to that area, I can find the entrance."

Feng Xingyu looked at her and suddenly chuckled softly.

"What are you laughing at?" Mo Sangyu frowned.

"I'm laughing at you." Feng Xingyu raised his hand and pinched her earlobe: "So you've been planning this for a long time."

Mo Sangyu did not deny it.

"I hate the way of Heaven. I've hated it since I can remember."

Her voice was calm, so calm that it didn't sound like she was expressing hatred, but rather stating a fact etched into her bones.

"I used to only think about making trouble, about turning the heavens upside down and making those high and mighty gods restless. But later I realized that those gods and immortals were just pawns of the Heavenly Way. The ones who really deserve to die are the group of people who hide behind the scenes and set the rules at will."

Feng Xingyu pulled her back into his arms.

"it is good."

He lowered his head and kissed the top of her head: "I'll stay with you."

Mo Sangyu gave a muffled reply, then suddenly looked up at him, frowning, "Aren't you going to stop me?"

"Why should I stop you?"

Feng Xingyu raised an eyebrow, his red eyes reflecting the moonlight and her face: "I've already said, I'll be with you no matter what you do, and besides..."

He paused, his voice lowering, carrying an extremely faint chill: "The Tian Ce Mansion owes me more than one thing."

Mo Sangyu paused for a moment, then smiled slightly.

Yes.

This man was tricked by the Heavenly Dao and reincarnated for so many lifetimes, dying alone in each one.

Of course, besides the lack of a romantic subplot, the more important reason is that although Heaven allows him to reincarnate, it can never control his emotions.

So, although he experienced loneliness throughout his many lifetimes, he never fell in love with anyone, nor did he ever experience unrequited love.

At most, I feel a sense of emptiness, as if I've forgotten someone important.

Only now does he realize that he has forgotten his Ayu.

He naturally had to carefully calculate this score.

The moonlight outside the window was cold and frosty, and the night wind of Youming Ravine howled and wailed as it blew through the valley.

Mo Sangyu leaned against Feng Xingyu's chest, closed her eyes, and listened to his heartbeat, steady and strong.

Tomorrow, let's settle Zhaozhao in first.

This time, it's not a minor skirmish; it's a direct attack on the very foundation of the Heavenly Dao.

She had waited far too long for this day.

"Ayu."

After a long silence, Feng Xingyu's low, gentle voice sounded in her ear: "Can that soul contract be re-bound?"

He felt very uncomfortable after the soul contract was broken.

Moreover, they were going to break the unjust rules of Heaven, and they didn't know what dangers they would encounter. Without a soul contract, he could never feel at ease.

"It can only be used once every ten years, otherwise it will backfire."

Mo Sangyu knew his concerns and looked up at him: "Don't worry, we've fought so many times before, don't you know my strength?"

"But what we're facing now..."

"It's alright, we can launch a surprise attack and catch them off guard. Besides, they were already powerless against me alone before, and now, with you added to the mix, who do you think should be more worried and afraid?"

"..."

Indeed, Feng Xingyu could not refute this statement.

Feng Xingyu simply wanted to take all the potential dangers upon himself.

After all, he can heal indefinitely. With the Soul Contract, Mo Sangyu is essentially a reincarnation artist.

But right now, there's no other way but to protect her as much as possible and prevent her from getting seriously injured.

The next morning.

The dawn in Youming Ravine arrives later than elsewhere.

Mo Sangyu pushed open the door of the stone house and saw Rong Yin already waiting in the courtyard, with dark circles under her eyes, clearly indicating that she hadn't slept much all night.

Last night, they had already discussed it with Rong Yin, Yun Che, and Mo Yuan, and planned to set off today to make a quick decision.

Once the demons have established a firm foothold in the Three Realms, they will return to the Nine Provinces Continent as soon as possible.

Before leaving, he agreed to leave for only one year, but that time has already passed. I wonder if Gu Jinzhi can still hold on.

"Master." Rongyin greeted her, her voice a little strained.

Yun Che stood not far behind Rong Yin, still with his handsome and gentle appearance, but there was a hint of solemnity in his eyes.

Mo Sangyu glanced at her, then turned and went into the room next door.

Zhao Zhao was lying on the makeshift bed, her little hands raised above her head, sleeping on her back with her head sprawled out. Her rosy cheeks were marked with red marks from the pillow.

The white dumpling curled up in a ball, snuggling close to its little owner, its round body rising and falling as it slept soundly.

Mo Sangyu stood by the bed for a while, then reached out and wiped the drool from Zhao Zhao's mouth.

The stone table next to them was filled with baby supplies.

Baby bottles, formula, sterilizers, bottle shakers, diapers, and small toys—they have everything.

These were all purchased in advance by Feng Xingyu and stored in the Ruins of Guixu within Mo Sangyu's sea of ​​consciousness.

Last night, Feng Xingyu personally taught Rongyin how to use these things correctly.

Rongyin studied very carefully, and Yun Che followed suit, not daring to be negligent in the slightest. They attached great importance to it, as if it were a matter of national importance.

"Zhaozhao, Father and Mother will be leaving for a few days."

Mo Sangyu spoke softly in Xiao Zhaozhao's ear: "You must be good and wait for Daddy and Mommy to come back and pick you up."

Zhao Zhao smacked her lips, turned over, and went back to sleep.

Mo Sangyu smiled and kissed her forehead, then reached out and ruffled the white dumpling's hair.

The white dumpling groggily opened one eye, glanced at her, then closed it again, flicking its tail in response.

Mo Sangyu straightened up. Feng Xingyu stood in the doorway, looking at her: "If you're worried..."

"I have no worries."

Mo Sangyu knew what he wanted to say and interrupted him in time: "Let's go."

Feng Xingyu nodded, reached out and took her hand, and they walked out of the room together.

In the courtyard, Rongyin's eyes were red and her lips were pressed tightly together, as if she was using all her strength to hold back her tears.

Yun Che stood beside her, not keeping his distance, but instead moving closer to her.

"I'm leaving Zhaozhao in your care."

Mo Sangyu stood before Rong Yin and patiently repeated, "Have you all remembered what I taught you last night?"

Rongyin nodded vigorously, her voice muffled: "Don't worry, Master, I've remembered everything and will definitely take good care of the young master."

Having said everything that needed to be said, Mo Sangyu took one last look in the direction of the stone house, took a deep breath, and turned around.

Feng Xingyu raised his hand and drew a golden barrier in the air, enveloping the entire stone house.

The light on the barrier flickered for a moment before disappearing into the void, never to be seen again.

"Let's go."

The couple walked outside.

As Rongyin watched the two figures walking side by side, she finally couldn't hold back her tears, which fell down with a patter.

She quickly wiped her face and forced a smile: "My lord, my esteemed master, please be very careful."

Yun Che remained silent, having absolute confidence in the strength of his own deity.

The celestial realm should also pay the price for everything it has done.

Mo Yuan hid behind a large black rock. He had actually arrived long ago, but in the end, he did not show himself to see him off.

Watching the two figures disappear into the distance, he moved his lips and silently uttered, "You must come back safely."

Outside the courtyard, two figures soared into the sky and instantly disappeared into the hazy horizon of the Netherworld Ravine.

The wind of the northern wilderness howled behind them, causing the couple's robes to flutter loudly.

Feng Xingyu held her hand the whole time, their fingers intertwined, never letting go.

The two traveled eastward, crossing the desolate northern wilderness and passing through the surging sea of ​​clouds at an extremely fast speed, like two shooting stars streaking across the sky.

Mo Sangyu suddenly spoke up: "The entrance to the Tian Ce Mansion is at the end of the East Sea, at the edge of the sky."

Feng Xingyu turned his head to look at her.

"There is a natural void rift there, hidden beneath a bottomless abyss, sealed by layers of ancient restrictions."

Mo Sangyu's voice sounded heavy in the wind: "I calculated for many years before I determined that location."

Feng Xingyu gripped her hand tightly: "You calculated this all by yourself?"

"Um."

"How long did it take?"

Mo Sangyu was silent for a moment: "From the moment I opened up the Cangxuan Realm until before my reincarnation, I've been calculating."

Feng Xingyu did not ask any further questions.

But he gripped her fingers even tighter.

The two remained silent the entire way, with only the sound of the wind filling their ears.

After flying for an unknown amount of time, the scenery beneath my feet changed from the desolate northern wilderness to rolling green hills, and then from the green hills to an endless sea.

We've arrived at the East China Sea.

The sea stretched as far as the eye could see, its azure waters shimmering in the sunlight, appearing calm and serene.

But Mo Sangyu knew that beneath this calm lay a perilous danger that no one had dared to touch since the beginning of time.

The two landed on a deserted island at the end of the East China Sea.

The island was barren, its black rocks smoothed by the waves, and the air was filled with a faint, salty smell.

Mo Sangyu stood at the highest point of the island, closed his eyes, and let his soul spread outward like threads.

Feng Xingyu stood beside her, not uttering a sound to disturb her, but simply protecting her quietly.

A moment later, Mo Sangyu opened her eyes.

"Found it."

Her voice was very soft, but Feng Xingyu could detect a barely perceptible tension in it.

The two jumped into the sea.

The seawater was icy cold, and the deeper you went, the dimmer the light became, and the sense of oppression around you grew stronger.

A faint purple light emanated from Mo Sangyu's body, keeping the seawater out.

Feng Xingyu also opened a barrier, and the two beams of light shone brightly, illuminating a corner of the abyss-like darkness.

After diving for an unknown amount of time, the underwater landscape gradually came into view.

A massive rift stretched out before them, like a wound cleaved open by a giant axe, its bottomless depths emanating a chilling aura from its dark fissures.

Mo Sangyu stopped at the edge of the rift valley.

"This is it."

She pointed deep into the rift: "The entrance is below, sealed off by a barrier."

Feng Xingyu narrowed his eyes slightly, and his divine sense probed into the rift. The moment he touched the layers of restrictions, his brows furrowed sharply.

"The ancient divine restrictions are at least three layers high, each layer being the work of an ancestor."

"I know," Mo Sangyu said.

She turned to look at him, a slight smile playing on her lips, but a flame burning in her eyes: "I think it's a little difficult for you, but not much."

Feng Xingyu glanced at her and suddenly smiled.

His smile carried an almost insane indulgence.

It was as if he would agree without hesitation even if she were to cause a major upheaval in the sky.

"Then break it."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand, and golden divine power condensed in his palm, illuminating the entire seabed as bright as day.

Mo Sangyu helped out; the purplish-black demonic energy was completely different from divine power, yet equally domineering and fierce.

The two forces did not repel each other; instead, under her deliberate guidance, they intertwined like two swimming dragons and crashed into the restriction deep within the rift valley.

The first layer of restrictions shattered instantly.

A deafening roar erupted from the seabed, causing the entire rift valley to tremble violently. Countless boulders tumbled down from both sides of the rift valley and crashed into the bottomless abyss.

The two remained motionless.

However, this commotion is too great, and it will likely attract the attention of those inside very soon.

They need to speed things up.

The second layer of restrictions was more robust than the first, and amidst the flashing light, countless runes could be vaguely seen flowing through it.

Mo Sangyu increased the output of her spiritual power, and the purplish-black light surged.

In sync with her rhythm, Feng Xingyu unleashed golden divine power like a tidal wave. The two forces intertwined, transforming into an invisible giant sword that slashed down fiercely.

The seemingly solid barrier was easily shattered by the combined power of the two individuals.

The tremors in the rift valley intensified, stirring up the sediment from the seabed and creating chaos all around.

"There's one last floor left, hurry!"

The third layer of restrictions was no longer a simple barrier, but a massive array. At the array's core floated a dark golden token with two ancient characters engraved on it.

Tian Ce.

Mo Sangyu looked at the token, the flames in her eyes burning even brighter: "This is it."