Voices filled Qingyun Inn.
âââI listened to Immortal Lord Ye shout, âSword come!â Then, the Demon Emperor Sword obeyed his command. It was like thunder, skewering the monsterâs head and nailing it to the mountain wall. The black fog instantly dissipated, and heaven and earthâs energy cleared at once!â
The storyteller was very enthusiastic. He spoke so energetically that his face was flushed.
âThen, Immortal Lord Ye radiated the Demon Realm with another sword blow, flattening the sea of blood. He subdued the Chen Clanâs evil to the underground, never to stand again. The sky cleared, and the two sides, dao and demon, came together and cheered. This was the beginning and end of the battle at Liuming Mountain.â
With the end of the storytellerâs voice, there was another startle.
âHowever, although the evil was eliminated, the catastrophe was not. That day, the demon body was still watching from outside the boundary. It is vague when they will arrive, and the world will be in chaos. When the calamity arises, who else can be like Immortal Lord Ye to step forward and protect the human race?â
Someone said: âWhatâs with the frightening words? Donât we still have Immortal Lord Ye?â
Suddenly, someone beside him laughed: âThe Immortal Lord Ye you mentioned was once the Demon Lordâs dao companion. Now, heâs the co-master of the Demon Realm, the famous ghost sword fairy. That person isnât good and has already left the righteous dao. Even if the catastrophe comes, I fear heâll only act in the Demon Realm and wonât protect everyone.â
Someone angrily said: âImmortal Lord Ye is noble in nature. He stays in the Demon Realm only because of his perished lover. When the catastrophe arrives, he definitely will take care of the whole human raceâs situation and take action to defend the world.â
The person from before just laughed, âOnly you righteous people would still call him Immortal Lord Ye and get lost in your fanciful thoughts and requests. In the Demon Realm, no one dares to ask for anything or say that he ought to do something.â
Faint candlelight flickered. A person was sitting in a high seat.
The man had long hair, pure white like snow. His robe was as black as ink, and a bronze ghost was on his face.
The bloody Shura Sword was placed beside him.
Elder Xue walked into the hall and stopped looking up after only a glance.
He just thought that the Demon Lordâs wife back then, now the new co-lord of the Demon Realm, was actually also becoming increasingly similar to the previous Demon Lord in appearance and imposing manner.
Many of the Demon Realmâs powers around him were in a cold sweat.
âLord, this is the Demon Soul Grass you ordered us to collect. We have searched all the particularly gloomy places in the whole Demon Realm, but we were only able to get these seven roots, not the nine that Lord had ordered. I deserve to die, and I hope the Lord will forgive this oneâs sins.â
The talking demon cultivator bowed deeply to him, and the surrounding demon cultivators also knelt down and shouted in unison.
âHope the Lord will forgive our sins!â
The golden eyes of the person sitting in the high seat drooped down, indifferent and cold.
âLeave the Demon Soul Grass. You guys can go.â
The demon cultivators retreated after being pardoned.
Ye Yunlan got up with the red box containing the Demon Soul Grass. Holding the Shura Sword, he walked towards the depths of the Demon Palace.
Coming to the bright red sea of flowers on the other shore, he crossed the winding path, then walked over the bridge.
Apart from the sound of the wind, there was no other noise.
He returned to the bamboo building.
Someone was lying quietly on the bed.
The other partyâs handsome face was tranquil and peaceful as if he was just asleep. The hostility between his brows of when he was awake had now disappeared, and he looked very young.
Ye Yunlan watched wordlessly. He took out the Demon Soul Grass from the box, then put them under the otherâs pillow one by one.
The Nine-Turn Celestial Demon Body was born from the gathering of filthy demon qi.
The Demon Soul Grass was born in the extreme shadows of the Demon Realm and absorbed a large amount of demon energy, which could form an environment full of demon energy for the demon body to absorb.
When the Demon Lordâs life core initally broke, there was no vitality. The Nine-Turn Celestial Demon Body shouldâve scattered between heaven and earth.
However, the Demon Lordâs body never did.
Ye Yunlan remembered that he had asked the master of Fukong Temple this question when he went a few months ago to find the resurrection method for the Demon Lord.
The master said it was because although the other partyâs vitality dissipated, there was still a trace of remaining obsession.
He was taken aback for a moment.
He asked the master again if there was a way to bring the dead back to life.
The master said fate decided life and death, so why bother forcing it to stay?
Why bother forcing it to stay?
He had a good memory. Why didnât he remember that when he arrived at Fukong Temple in his previous life:
He had asked the master the same question.
The other party gave him the same answer.
Now, he was carrying extravagant hopes. But he could only get the same result after taking another trip.
The wheel of fortune was rolling forward, and the will of heaven was like a knife. It seemed that something was there, destined to be unable to turn back.
He didnât want to ask anymore.
He turned around. Just as he stepped out of the temple gate, he heard the masterâs aged and compassionate voice again.
âPeople canât resurrect from death, but the phoenixes can reach nirvana.â
He stopped and looked back suddenly.
However, the Fukong Temple floating in the sky had disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared here.
Ye Yunlan shook the Demon Lordâs hand.
âYour Master created a new style of swordsmanship,â he whispered, âThe name is âNo Doubt.â Carrying the sword and the lord, no doubt about love⌠It is an execellent sword technique, but unfortunately, you canât see it. Master will teach it to you when you wake up.â
He sat at the bedside, muttering words in a low voice. From the problems encountered in swordsmanship and what he saw and heard during the day, it was as if he was talking to the Ling Er from when he was under the shadow of the Jinling tree.
Tired of talking, he leaned over on the Demon Lordâs chest.
White hair flowed all over. He wanted to listen to the otherâs heartbeat.
But he couldnât hear it.
He could only feel a trace of warmth condensed in the otherâs heart.
This was the only place where there was still temperature in the Demon Lordâs entire body.
But Ye Yunlan knew this was not the other partyâs body temperature.
It was the ray of divine fire essence that the Demon Lord had channeled out of his body during the dual cultivation from before. It was now entrenched in the other partyâs demon body, beating slowly in the other partyâs heart.
Now that the Ye Clanâs blood in his body had fully recovered, he could perceive this ray of divine fire and his own body.
This should be the divine fire of Nirvana left by the divine phoenix that year, capable of burning all things. It was only because he had the blood of the Divine Phoenix in his body that he could barely withhold the divine fireâs backlash that year, but he was still seriously injured. If it were other cultivators, the fire wouldâve already burned them.
Over the years, the divine fire was in his body, and although it was often restless, it still nurtured a trace of spirituality. With the previous dual cultivation with the Demon Lord, his bloodline gradually recovered, and the divine fire became more docile and harmless.
Itâs just that when they dual cultivated, it would always scream and distract him.
So the Demon Lord wanted to extradite it.
The divine fire was quite reluctant. It fled and circled in his meridians, but the Demon Lord was tougher. He just caught the divine fire, and after teaching it some lessons, the divine fire was no longer noisy. The cultivation between them was also harmonious.
Now that ray of divine fire was entrenched in the Demon Lordâs heart.
The warm current that radiated hot on Ye Yunlanâs cheeks gave him the illusion that the Demon Lord was still alive.
He remembered the Nirvana that the master had mentioned.
He placed his hand on the Demon Lordâs heart and slowly poured in his own spiritual power.
The divine fireâs pulse seemed to become more prominent.
It was as if there was a beating heart.
Or was it his illusion again?
He didnât know if it would be beneficial for him to do this, but he had a trace of thought in his heart. He was willing to wait for his whole life.
After transferring his spiritual power, he laid quietly on the Demon Lord for a while before he got up and walked out of the bamboo building.
Suddenly, he heard a call from a child behind him.
Ye Yunlan frowned. He frowned, turned around, and saw a petite child standing in a sea of flowers. The child had big golden eyes and long golden hair. The hair swayed in the wind on top of his head.
The childâs facial features were beautiful and androgynous, but it looked a bit like him and the Demon Lord.
However, Ye Yunlan had never seen this child before.
Although the other partyâs energy felt familiar.
After thinking about it for a moment, he hesitated. âFurball?â
The child looked at him with big eyes brightly. It chirped and ran toward him.
Ye Yunlan didnât like to be in contact with people very much, even if the child had seemingly transformed from Furball.
So he subconsciously turned sideways.
The excited child wasnât looking at his path and ran into the door with a bang. There was a giant dumpling on his forehead.
He seemed stunned for a while, then reacted with hindsight and cried out. Teardrops pattered down.
Ye Yunlan looked down at the face that transformed into something somewhat similar to himself and the Demon Lord. He pursed his lips.
Then he raised his hand and touched its head.
The childâs cries barely stopped. As soon as he raised his head, he uttered the word âMomâŚâ But Ye Yunlanâs indifference interrupted him.
âIâm not your mother.â
Furball blinked, and tears began to flow again.
âWhy are you crying?â
Furball: âMom⌠Mom doesnât want me anymoreâŚâ
Ye Yunlan: âIâm not your mother, but I didnât not want you.â
But it was puzzled. Very puzzled.
âIf Mom wants me, why wonât you let me call you Mom?â
Ye Yunlan looked at him, feeling a bit of a headache.
But he suddenly heard a loud noise outside the Demon Palace. It was the sound of gongs and drums.
It made him frown deeply.
Didnât he order that demon cultivators were forbidden to come and werenât allowed to make noise within ten miles of the Demon Palce?
He looked up, and the flames illuminated the sky outside the Demon Palace. Yanlin beasts with flames burning on their bodies flew toward the Demon Palace in long lines.
The sound of gongs and drums shook as if the ground was trembling.
Someoneâs voice came from outside the Demon Palace.
âThe Ye Clanâs rites division have come to welcome His Royal Highness back to the palace to ascend the throne.â