Ch24.1 - Clouds Born into the Sea (Story Transition)
With a flick of his wrist, Yu Ruāe retracted his sword into its sheath.
His face was snow-white, his lips were bloodless, and even a streak of blood spilled out.
His cultivation level had not yet recovered, and the sword strike just now had exhausted the immortal power he had accumulated over the past few months. Ever since he was judged as a ghost prostitute by Yuan Jixue, energy would gather every time he copulated. The trickles of power went back and forth in his body and before he knew it, he regained some of the power of this blade.
And the Fog Mirror that entered his throat gave birth to an instant of Buddha-like nature in Chikuiās heart, making him receive the sword without dodging.
The moment the sword edge left his body, his chest was left with a hole, revealing a pool of bubbling and twitching blood. Even his ribs and internal organs were smashed to pieces and blood shot out from his chest. His arrogant red hair danced wildly, washed out by blood, it was an unprecedentedly tragic scarlet.
The demonic nature of his body was too heavy, even the Fog Mirror could only reverse it for a moment. The warm and compassionate golden light in his eyes was fleeting, hostility soared into the sky, and the face that he loved and hated was reflected in the bloody wind.
He couldnāt control his body at all, the moment he collapsed, he almost hit Yu Ruāeās body, and the two fell into the Blood Lake at the same time.
This time, he didnāt have the evil heart that saved his life by making him accepted by the Blood Lake. The scarlet lake water was violently corrosive and instantly dissolved his limbs and bones. In the agony and confusion, he could only see Yu Ruāeās white hair floating in the water, like a handful of white and transparent moonlight, illuminating the blood of the lake.
Yu Ruāeās bright red lips parted slightly, and the red agate rolled between his tongue. The hazy red light haloed on the snow-white teeth, like oozing cherry juice.
As long as he snatched the Demon Heart and swallowed it down, the Blood Lake would not be able to do anything to him anymore. The person in front of him who caused him to fall into such a situation would also have no bones left.
Chikuiās five fingers had already exposed his white bones, he grabbed the back of Yu Ruāeās neck, lowered his head, broke through the lake that was like mountains of knives and flames, and slammed into those soft lips hard. The tip of the tongue cut across the gap between the teeth and pushed hard against the Demon Heart. The Demon Heart was wrapped in a glistening and slippery saliva, rolling on the red tongue.
The tip of his tongue was like a smooth and flexible snake, following the Demon Heart, instantly piercing through the warm mouth and reaching the throat.
āSwallow,ā Chikuiās larynx had been mostly corroded, and he could only make a vague and hoarse breath, āā¦the Blood Lake will treat you as me.ā
His consciousness was already blurred in the severe pain, like a bloody fish egg, swollen to almost translucent, dragging a pool of sticky blood, being squeezed out alive from the soft and tight egg membrane. Then, with extreme lightness, he broke free from his bloody body, with wings sprouting from his ribs, screaming, and soaring into the sky.
His last bit of consciousness flickered in the lake water, subconsciously adhered to the Demon Heart, and was swallowed by Yu Ruāe into his throat.
Yu Ruāe was transformed from white jade and had not yet been fully reborn as a human. There was a mass of crystal clear chalcedony in his chest cavity the size of a fist and shaped like a human heart. It glowed with a hazy white light and there was a little flaw in the center.
As if pulled by a magnet, the Demon Heart rolled over and was firmly attracted to the blemish.
Yu Ruāe turned the Yuāe Sword into a dagger, held it between his teeth, and slowly sank to the bottom of the Blood Lake.
The scarlet lake water was as thick as glue. The Demon Heart lightly pulsed in his snow-white naked chest, and a circle of magnificent red light leaked from his skin, forming a soft film, like the brilliant halo of the sunās disk, isolating him from all the lake water.
In the center of the lake, there was a pitch-black vortex. The extremely dense water currents moved silently, like the pupil of a dark demon, spying in the dark.
Yu Ruāe pondered for a moment, then swam towards the whirlpool.
The lotus seeds in his belly were already ripe, each one was about the size of a childās fist, soft and sticky, oozing with juice. The young shoots were pushed out, gently rubbing against the wall of the womb. The cervix ring fell very low, expanding to three fingers wide. A bit of the green lotus seeds were exposed from within the mound of red, slick, slippery tender flesh, wrapped in a ball of sticky liquid, sliding down along the channel. The snow-white abdomen became more and more swollen, looking almost ready to give birth. The two nipples were particularly bright red and soft, standing on the fair chest with the nipples already opened.
He had to hold his lower abdomen with one hand to support the heavy lotus seeds.
Suddenly, his body shook, and there was a strange numbness in his heart as if someone was rapidly scratching with hard nails.
At the same time, a crimson undercurrent swept over him, rolling him up and down erratically like a violent storm. His body was powerless against the ups and downs in the eddy current. Sometimes the current suddenly reversed, the turbulent waves rolled him up and pushed him back dozens of feet, like a small boat in a flood.
Yu Ruāeās white hair was scattered in the torrent, like crystal clear fish fins, lightly skimming the water waves.
Long Chile temporarily loosened the restraint of the six orifices for him, so his heart was clear, and his snowy and flexible body cut into the center of the vortex lightly like a white fish.
Even if he only paused for a short moment, he could still see it clearly: a large lump of hill-like flesh was wriggling in a bloody mess. There was a huge eye in the center and a broken sword pierced through the blood-red pupil. The sword was rusty and dilapidated, exuding a strange and ominous atmosphere.
It turned out to be an almost rotten Shen demon. Its scarlet skin was covered with white veins, bulging, throbbing, and it had already turned into a sheath of flesh, densely wrapped around the broken sword.
Yu Ruāe stretched out his hand and, almost subconsciously, called out, āBai Xiao!ā
The sword blade flickered weakly, as if responding, but the dark demonic energy surged around it.
That was not Bai Xiao, it was just a monster.
If someone stood above the Blood Lake and looked down, it was actually a huge melting pot. The sea of blood surged like molten iron, tormenting the love, hatred, bitterness, and ignorance in the world. The lake water whirled and rushed toward the center of the vortex.
Yu Ruāe was swept under the Shen demon by the powerful current, and the wriggling soft flesh swallowed him instantly. With a dagger in his mouth, his face remained unchanged, and he stepped quietly through the carrion.
At the end of the darkness, there was a ray of light, as if there was a hole in the sky.
Yu Ruāe landed on his elbows and crawled for an unknown amount of time. The Shen demon on his body weighed more than a thousand catties, almost wrapping him like a silkworm in a cocoon. Even with the protective body of demon energy, his bones still creaked.
Just a moment before he was about to be crushed, the Demon Heart in his chest jumped slightly, and the red light of the protective body erected an invisible barrier for him.
Chikuiās voice was vague and hoarse as it sounded in his chest, āDonāt go there, itās an illusion.ā
Yu Ruāe was slightly taken aback and turned to look inside.
In the chest, the red-haired Demon Lord, no bigger than a thumb, was sitting cross-legged and leaning on the chalcedony. His eyes were closed, his complexion was pale. He was obviously seriously injured, and one couldnāt see the arrogance he had at all.
āDonāt go there,ā Chikui repeated, coughing a few times, āThis Shen has lived for hundreds of thousands of years, it is the source of the Blood Lake. The illusion is so deep that even I canāt deal with it, you have no cultivation, donāt take risks.ā
He was extremely weak and he barely managed to transform into a human form with his demonic energy. But almost all the energy in his body had dissipated.
āBorrowing your primordial spirit.ā Chikui laughed.
āYouā¦ā
Yu Ruāeās primordial spirit, which was the size of a thumb, was sitting cross-legged on his chest. His whole body was white and tender, his snow-white eyelashes were quietly drooping, his long legs were crossed, and his cock hung gently, revealing two bright red and secretive holes.
He was completely unaware of the obscenity he was about to suffer and was still immersed in cultivation practice.
Chikui couldnāt bear it, stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around the bare and smooth shoulders, lowered his head, and kissed his eyelashes.
āYour primordial spirit is almost as delicate as your body.ā Chikui smiled and took a bite on that white and tender cheek.
Yu Ruāe immediately hissed and trembled all over.
An immortalās primordial spirit was extremely sensitive and private, it could not stand being touched. He was filled with unease, and he couldnāt imagine what kind of stupid things Chikui would do to his spirit.
Chikui was also not polite to him and pushed up the two slender white thighs. The limp penis and the little delicate glans were exposed in the pale pink and soft skin.
As soon as Chikui lowered his head, he grabbed the little thing, picked the tender skin, and dug in hard with the rough tip of his tongue before pressing against the slit at the top, flicking it at high speed like a strong and flexible flapping wing. Saliva splashed out everywhere.
Yu Ruāe cried out from being licked, his eyelashes fluttering as if he had been fucked to the deepest part of his body in one fell swoop. His slender fingers grabbed his chest and scratched out five light red streaks, but it couldnāt relieve the thrill inside his spirit at all.
He was almost out of his wits, his cock was raised high, spraying white liquid again and again. His two bright red holes were bulging out, and his clit poked out from between the fat lips, revealing a bulging tip. He was like a ripe clam, clutching his chest and abdomen, struggling in the Shen monsterās clingy and sticky body.