Fairy, don't go! I have a mod.

She had changed into a plain white dress for home, her black hair cascading over her shoulders. She had lost the majesty of the sect leader during the day and gained a touch of languid gentleness.

But from the moment Mu Tianmiao stepped into the palace, her gaze was fixed on him.

Chapter 107 Re-entering the Realm of the Soul

Li tide patted the seat next to her, her tone leaving no room for argument: "Come here and sit down."

Mu Tianmiao obediently walked over and sat down next to her.

He originally intended to play the role of a dutiful disciple and then cultivate goodwill towards the student...

The cool, delicate fragrance of Li Xizhao still lingered on the soft couch, but before he could take a few more sniffs, Li Xizhao had already raised his hand.

She gently touched his brow with her slender index and middle fingers together.

"Relax and don't resist."

Her voice was unusually gentle, and a cool, watery spiritual energy flowed from her fingertips.

Mu Tianmiao felt a cool sensation between his brows. The spiritual energy was not domineering, but rather like a pair of extremely gentle hands, slowly probing into the depths of his consciousness.

His consciousness began to blur, and the surrounding scenery gradually became indistinct.

The Master's bedroom, the moonlight outside the window, the flickering candlelight—everything was slowly fading away.

When he opened his eyes again, the scene before him stunned him for several breaths.

The Realm of the Soul.

Why did he come in again? What does Master want to do?

But he no longer looked the same as when he last came in.

Last time, there was nothing here except him and that corrupted soul.

Beneath my feet lies a mirror-like surface of water, and above me stretches an endless void.

Now, a magnificent palace rises from the ground and stands on the mirror, its reflection mirroring the reflection in the water.

Its design is extremely simple and ancient. Each stone pillar is rough and heavy. There are no complicated patterns on the surface, but you can feel the vicissitudes of time.

But antiquity does not equate to simplicity. The palace's upturned eaves are inlaid with an unknown dark gold metal, which gleams with a low-key yet luxurious luster in the dim light of the Soul Realm.

In front of the palace was a straight, long staircase, at the foot of which stood two stone sculptures of strange beasts. They were carved in the form of beasts he had never seen before, with their heads raised and mouths open, their postures majestic.

The temple doors were tightly closed, and the door panels were engraved with dense ancient characters, somewhat similar to the Sanskrit on Huiming's gourd, yet completely different.

"Where... did this come from?"

Mu Tianmiao stood at the foot of the long steps, looking up at the palace that had appeared out of nowhere, her mouth agape as if she could fit a spiritual fruit inside.

A moon-white figure appeared beside him. Li Xizhao's divine avatar also entered the realm of the soul.

She stood beside him, also looking up at the palace, her brows slightly furrowed.

My gaze swept over the ancient inscriptions on the palace gate, the carvings on the stone pillars, and the metal decorations on the eaves.

Finally, his gaze fell upon the two strange beast stone sculptures at the end of the steps, lost in thought.

Mu Tianmiao followed Li Xizhao into the palace, passing through towering stone gates and long corridors, where murals depicted countless ancient war scenes.

Each painting was magnificent, but he had no interest in looking at them closely at the moment.

His gaze was fixed on the approaching gates of the Holy Lord's Temple, and the ominous premonition in his heart grew stronger.

The two stepped into the Holy Lord's Temple.

The hall was brightly lit, and the dome was inlaid with unknown luminous gemstones, illuminating the entire hall as if it were daytime.

On the high platform in the very center stood a magnificent golden dragon throne, upon which leaned a graceful figure shrouded in black mist.

It was that corrupted soul that called itself the Empress of the Eight Desolations.

At this moment, she rested her chin on one hand, her two long legs crossed and draped over the armrests of the dragon throne, her posture languid and arrogant, a stark contrast to her previous appearance of lying on the ground crying and wailing.

But what truly made Mu Tianmiao's lips twitch were the servants surrounding the dragon throne.

There were seven or eight of them, and each of them had the exact same face as him.

Some were carrying fruit platters, some were holding teapots, some were kneeling on the ground massaging her feet, and one was fanning her with a huge palm-leaf fan.

Each servant wore a standard sycophantic smile, so obsequious it gave you goosebumps.

Mu Tianmiao's lips twitched... What's going on here...?

The spirit of pollution had regained its composure.

She leaned back on the dragon throne, one long leg casually crossed, her jade-like foot lazily resting on the head of Mu Tianmiao.

She used the servant's head as a footstool.

She looked at the two people who entered the main hall, her tone lazy and playful.

"What, you came in to see me? Aren't you in a hurry to have some fun with your female confidantes? I'm waiting to see the show."

Mu Tianmiao's eyes widened. He pointed to himself, then to the servants around the dragon throne who looked exactly like him, and for a moment he didn't know where to begin complaining.

"You...you can see what I do outside of my soul?"

"Yes."

The Soul of Pollution casually swung its foot, its toe grinding against the servant's head.

"Since we can't get out anyway, let's enjoy ourselves. Do these sculptures I made look like real people?"

She casually lifted her foot and kicked, a wisp of black energy swept past her toes, and the smile on Mu Tianmiao's face froze.

Then, in an instant, his entire body turned into ashes and vanished silently into the air.

The servants nearby ignored this and continued to serve tea and water with standardized fawning smiles on their faces.

Before Mu Tianmiao could speak, Li Xizhao's cold voice rang out.

She stood in the center of the hall, arms crossed, her gaze sweeping over the corrupted soul on the dragon throne and over the ridiculous servants and luxurious furnishings.

There was no anger in his tone, only an undisguised contempt.

"Using your power like this, just to amuse yourself and disgust him?"

She tilted her head slightly, a cold smile appearing on her lips.

"boring."

The next instant, the entire palace began to collapse.

The bricks and stones shattered, and the carved beams, painted rafters, the magnificent dome, and the high platform dragon throne all collapsed and vanished in the same instant, turning into billowing black mist.

The servants who served tea and water, the exquisite fruit platters, and the waiters who waved fans all vanished into thin air the moment they came into contact with the black mist, leaving not a trace.

The black mist surged and contracted like a living thing, all flowing into the graceful figure on the dragon throne.

The Soul of Pollution stood up. Her bare feet stepped onto the last remaining step, her body ablaze with black energy like flames, and her dark red eyes were fixed on Li Xizhao.

Her voice was no longer languid and playful, but carried a resentment and unwillingness that had been suppressed for tens of thousands of years, each word sounding as if it were being ground out from between her teeth.

"What right do you have to stand before me?"

Her figure constantly shifted within the black mist, sometimes appearing as an exquisitely beautiful woman's silhouette, and sometimes as a grotesque and terrifying distorted afterimage.

"Little girl, this great-aunt has lived for tens of thousands of years! I have endured countless hardships and sufferings beyond the stars before finally returning to the Eight Desolations!"

"Why...why am I trapped in this place!"

Her angry roars echoed through the hall, and the entire remaining palace trembled violently under her oppressive aura.

Standing behind her master, Mu Tianmiao truly felt the overwhelming aura and majesty emanating from him.

That was an aura that only ancient powerful beings who had once truly stood at the pinnacle of all living beings could possess. Even with only a wisp of a remnant soul remaining, it was enough to terrify any cultivator below the Nascent Soul stage.

Chapter 108 Hong Ji

But Li Xizhao didn't even blink.

She stood in the center of the hall, arms crossed, in the same posture as when she had mocked the servants.

The two stared at each other, their overwhelming hostility clashing and clashing between their gazes.

The surface of the water in the entire Soul Realm was surging violently, yet it could not shake Li Xizhao in the slightest.

"In order to avoid death, I forced a breakthrough, and my soul rushed into the starry sky."

Li Xizhao's voice was as calm as if he were recounting a long-forgotten story, his gaze sweeping indifferently over the surging black energy around the Soul of Pollution.

"It's quite a sight to see it turn out like this, neither human nor ghost."

The Soul of Pollution was silent for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter.

The laughter was no longer sharp and piercing, but carried a sense of desolation and pride born of hardship, echoing endlessly in the dilapidated hall.

As the laughter subsided, the black mist surrounding her began to slowly dissipate.

Like the receding tide, it washes away the layers of concealment, revealing the true face that has been buried for countless millennia.

Wearing a magnificent dragon and phoenix robe, the black fabric is embroidered with nine coiled dragons and nine phoenixes with outstretched wings in gold thread, the dragons and phoenixes intertwined, creating a magnificent scene.

The robe sleeves were wide and hung down her sides, with a band of dark gold ancient patterns at the cuffs that shimmered slightly with her breath.

She was extremely tall, half a head taller than Li Xizhao, and her posture was as upright as a pine tree. Even though she was trapped in this small space, her back remained straight without the slightest bend.

Her long, jet-black hair was completely unrestrained, cascading down to her waist like a waterfall, with slightly curled ends that swayed gently in the lingering black mist.

Her face... After Mu Tianmiao saw that face clearly, all the words in her mind used to describe beauty went silent.

It was a face of extreme maturity, completely different from Li Xizhao's aloof and stunning beauty. Her beauty was aggressive, oppressive, the kind that made people's knees go weak and want to kneel down and call her "Your Majesty" at first glance.

Her golden phoenix eyes were slightly upturned, and the dark red light in her pupils had faded by most, replaced by a thick, honey-like gold.

Her red lips were full, and the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, carrying three parts arrogance and three parts languor, with the rest being the confidence accumulated over tens of thousands of years of looking down on the world.

There was a dark red mark between his eyebrows, shaped like a shattered sun.

She stretched out her slender fingers and pointed them at Li Xizhao, with a few wisps of black mist still clinging to her fingertips.

Her red lips parted slightly, and her voice, no longer hoarse and distorted, became mellow and captivating like aged wine, each word carrying an undeniable authority.

"If this were 100,000 years ago, I could have crushed you to ashes with just one finger!"

Mu Tianmiao stared wide-eyed!

His gaze lingered on the Queen's face for a while, then involuntarily swept downwards!

The Nine Heavens Dragon and Phoenix Robe was tailored to fit her figure perfectly, highlighting her mature and voluptuous figure to the fullest!

He swallowed hard, and blurted out instinctively, "Holy crap, she's gorgeous!"

The moment those words were spoken, the tense, soul-crushing atmosphere in the hall was instantly shattered.

The Soul of Pollution and Li Xizhao turned their heads at the same time, revealing their eyes.

A pair of golden phoenix eyes, a pair of clear and cool autumn water eyes.

They were all nailed to Mu Tianmiao.

The Soul of Pollution narrowed its eyes slightly, and the curve of its lips changed from arrogance to disdain.

Li Xizhao was speechless.

She looked at her disciple, who had just experienced being corrupted and possessed in the Soul Realm, dying and being resurrected, and almost having his heart pierced by Chu Cheng's sword.

Now, things have gotten out of hand, and they're swooning over an ancient monster from tens of thousands of years ago.

Sometimes she really wanted to slap him to death... Was this the time to be lustful?!

However, Li Xizhao couldn't reprimand his disciple in front of this old monster, so he could only take a deep breath and forcefully suppress the urge to slap him.

She reached out and grabbed Mu Tianmiao's sleeve, saying coldly:

"You brat, let's go. Let's leave her here to fend for herself."

After saying that, he pulled Mu Tianmiao and turned to walk out of the hall.

Her steps were neither fast nor slow, and the hem of her clothes left a long ripple on the mirror-like water.

"and many more."