However, this space had no spiritual energy that cultivators could survive on. Cultivators’ spiritual power was sealed within their bodies, making it impossible to use spiritual sense.

Pifang’s spiritual sense cultivation hadn’t reached Liu Changning’s level comparable to a true immortal. It was almost impossible for him to project his spiritual sense externally.

In the vast desert, empty-handed, and encountering an erupting sand storm, there was only one path ahead of him – death.

Fortunately, the sand and stones accidentally cut his wrist, and in the last moment as his blood was exhausted, he was transported out.

According to Pifang’s notebook, using fresh blood as a sacrifice should be another way out.

Liu Changning half-closed her eyes, a hint of complexity flashing across them. She turned and brought Pei Yuanshao behind a huge rock on the back of a sand dune, temporarily blocking the gale behind the massive stone.

She looked up with a bitter smile at the man before her. His lips were covered in sand, broken in several places, blood oozing from his full lips.

Liu Changning licked her lips, staring at his miserable lips, pondered briefly, then replied hoarsely, “There’s one method to get out in the white jade ring.”

Pei Yuanshao had been vigilantly watching the sand storm not far away. Hearing this, he suddenly turned back.

His tense features relaxed slightly as he carefully examined the female cultivator beside him, seeing her serious expression that didn’t seem feigned.

A flash of resentment crossed his red eyes. He raised his phoenix eyes and rebuked, “If there’s a way, why did you dawdle for so long? Hurry up and tell me so we can escape this godforsaken place.”

Although they were sheltered behind the huge rock, the fierce wind still blew in recklessly from all directions. His fiery red hair floated in midair.

His face showed three parts defiant anger, three parts hidden worry, and the rest was a trusting look that even he himself hadn’t noticed.

Liu Changning lowered her head, looking at their tightly clasped hands without responding.

Instead, she raised their joined hands and said with a low laugh, “I suddenly feel that what the senior and I are experiencing now is very much like a line from a play in the mortal realm: ‘My young lord and I, at the juncture of life and death, with heaven and earth as witness, shall share the same bed in life and the same coffin in death, following each other in life and death, never parting, never abandoning.'”

The female cultivator’s eyes were filled with a deep meaning that Pei Yuanshao couldn’t understand. Her tone was extremely serious as their eyes met, full of lingering affection.

Pei Laozi’s heart quivered sensitively, feeling sweet, flustered, and complicated all at once.

His red phoenix eyes tinged with a hint of confusion, which was quickly driven away by reason.

He pressed his lips together and slapped her shoulder, averting his gaze without looking at her, sarcastically saying, “You’re quite the romantic. What? After serving this patriarch once, you want to cling on? Take back your foolish delusions. How could this sovereign allow a weakling like you to fancy…”

Liu Changning stepped forward twice, bringing them closer. At a distance of an inch, Pei Yuanshao could smell the cold fragrance on her body.

He froze, wondering if she was going to hit him.

As soon as the thought arose, his abdomen was forcefully pressed against the huge rock behind him by her knee.

The female cultivator in front of him didn’t give him any chance to react, forcefully pressing against him.

While he was in a daze, his teeth were unexpectedly pried open.

This was a domineering, sweeping kiss, different from when he took the initiative himself. She domineeringly and unscrupulously swept through, licking, attempting to suck out the last bit of moisture from his oral cavity.

Pei Yuanshao, who had read countless romance novels, could only widen his eyes when he realized what was happening.

He couldn’t even muster the strength to push her away, his entire body soft. It felt as if he could melt into a puddle of water.

If on the grass she had reluctantly indulged him and taken him out of necessity,

Then why was she doing this now? This sudden, undeniable, even domineering kiss that didn’t resemble her entire serious exterior in the slightest.

Looking up, her cold clear eyes contained undisguised possession and fervor, frank and open.

Pei Yuanshao couldn’t even convince himself that she was simply toying with him.

His heart turned a thousand times, muddled by the kiss, his body even beginning to heat up shamefully.

Pei Yuanshao closed his eyes in panic, then opened them again, repeating this several times before steeling himself. He raised his foot, intending to kick away this presumptuous woman who had kissed him without warning, but she withdrew with a smile.

Liu Changning pointed at the tornado behind her and said lightly with a smile, “Ah Shao, look, it’s coming!”

Pei Yuanshao belatedly followed her finger to look behind him.

It was an extremely spectacular scene. The gale wrapped around sand grains, swirling and moving.

The huge rock was slowly being ground to pieces, swirling high in the air with the massive vortex. Pei Yuanshao widened his eyes in terror.

He raised his voice and shouted at her, “If you dawdle for a few more breaths, we’ll both die here today. What time is it now? Tell me! How do we get out?”

A large mouthful of sand rushed into his mouth as he opened it.

Liu Changning raised her hand, turning to pull him away from the edge of the storm once again.

She put her arm around his shoulders, her gaze fixed on his lips, sighing softly, “I really want to fall asleep kissing Ah Shao’s lips in the future, waking up to your burning hot softness in the morning.”

His earlobes reddening, Pei Yuanshao moved his lips slightly, his gaze touching upon the vortex approaching with unstoppable force just a stone’s throw away.

Coming back to his senses, he continued to shout hoarsely, “Is this the time to talk about love? What stupid thing are you doing now…”

Before he could finish speaking, his lips were kissed again. The familiar feeling of shame rose throughout his body. This time, Pei Yuanshao finally found the source of his embarrassment. Because a pair of sinful hands had fallen on his buttocks, tracing them over and over, as if deeply in love with their fullness.

His heart trembled, panicked, and even tinged with a secret excitement.

He forgot to struggle, raising his eyes to look at the gray, hazy world around him and the woman in front of him who was holding him and quickly spinning to kiss him. Suddenly, a strange tremor arose in his heart.

Although at this moment, he could not accept the reason for this anxiety-inducing and shameful trembling.

Her cold, clear voice came from above his head again: “Ziyuan, shall I send you out?”

Her lips paused by his ear. As she finished speaking, Pei Yuanshao opened his eyes wide in shock.

A feeling of terror even more indescribable than panic suddenly arose in his chest.

“What did you just call this sovereign?”

“A phoenix bathes in fire, has a body of fiery red feathers, born proud and flamboyant. Even if when I first saw you, you were a black and ugly bird, you are Ziyuan. If I truly couldn’t recognize you, then I would have liked you in vain for so many years.”

Pei Yuanshao’s expression was dazed. Recalling how all his past disguises and concealments had been seen through, he became angry from embarrassment and opened his mouth to curse: “You…”

But Liu Changning didn’t give him a chance to speak. She gently kissed his trembling eyelashes and said softly, “I know you’ll be angry when you hear this, so why don’t Ziyuan make a bet with me? If you fall in love with me in the future, I’ll come back to find you. If you don’t love me, I’ll accept whatever punishment you give, alright?”

All the gentle, flowing whispers came to an abrupt halt as the sand storm broke through the rock with unstoppable force, engulfing the two of them in the dust and sand.

Pei Yuanshao was too shocked to speak. He didn’t notice that the woman holding his shoulders had somehow cut open a gash on her wrist, fresh blood gushing out.

By the time he reacted, sand was constantly battering his back, and sticky, warm blood was sliding down his body.

He reached back to touch his back, the warm blood on his hand shocking to see.

He looked in shock at the woman whose face was blurred by the yellow sand and roared, “Liu Changning!”

By his ear was her low laugh: “What to do? This sovereign is selfish and cold-hearted, unwilling to sacrifice herself for you, yet silently giving without asking for return. I want you to remember today in every life.”

Her words were low and deep, lingering by his ear. Pei Yuanshao’s heart suddenly ached. He opened his mouth wanting to curse, but found his mouth filled with sand grains.

Using all his strength, he shouted hoarsely, “Why can’t we leave together?”

His earlobe was taken into someone’s mouth. Her voice grew lower and lower: “Because the chaos space opened with my blood alone can only allow one person to enter and exit…”

After she finished speaking, she bit hard on his shoulder, leaving a deep imprint on his shoulder blade. Her teeth ground against the imprint as she smiled with satisfaction: “Goodbye, Ziyuan. I’ve left a seal. If you forget me, this mark will always remind you that in this world, there is a person called Liu Cangyun!”

As she finished speaking, she circulated her spiritual sense, quickly sending him out of the eye of the storm.

Amidst the yellow sand filling the sky, Liu Changning was like a fluttering butterfly, swept up into the air by the sand storm.

“No…” Pei Yuanshao howled heart-rendingly, but his cry was cut short as the spatial vortex appeared. His whole body was powerlessly sucked into the dark spatial vortex.

Even struggling desperately was of no use.

The moment he was sent out of the chaos space, familiar spiritual energy surrounded his body. His naked skin began to turn white at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The wind blew his messy hair. In his ink-black eyes, large teardrops unexpectedly flowed down his clearly defined handsome face without warning.

He slammed his fist on the ground, roaring at the vanished black vortex, “Why? Ah?”

Far away in the demon cave on Coral Island, Jing Huan suddenly felt a pain in her chest. Something flew out from inside her body towards the distance. Her hair began to turn white at a visible speed, wrinkles appearing on her tight skin, constantly aging.

She half-closed her eyes, casually grabbing the left guardian beside her who was reporting the situation. Her withered fingers activated demonic energy to cover the guardian’s head, quickly draining the dark energy from her body. In the blink of an eye, the left guardian turned into a pile of white bones.

The right guardian who escaped this fate below the hall, her legs trembling. Even so, she dared not show the slightest dissatisfaction. The Demon Lord’s act of consuming true essence/demonic energy had happened many times now. One could not show fear, otherwise they would also die.

Since emerging reborn from the Pool of Ten Thousand Bones, the new Demon Lord had become an existence neither demon nor human, a monster more terrifying than demons.

Feeding on infants’ hearts, nourishing on cultivators’ true essence, though her power had not yet reached the level of destroying heaven and earth, she was still unfathomable.