Shu Ci awoke to find her hands and legs tightly restrained by Baili An, unable to move.
At that mont, Baili An was staring at her, with a hint of concern in his eyes.
Seeing her wake up, crying so heartbreakingly, the concern turned into disdain.
"So early in the morning, what’s got you enchanted again?"
at?
This silly fox, dreaming about that thing?
Shu Ci hadn’t felt wrapped in fear for a long ti.
Perhaps the scene in the dream was too real and her heart’s flesh died too miserably, now she was crying heartbreakingly.
Upon waking, she was still shaken.
Seeing Baili An safe and sound before her, she belatedly realized she had just had a nightmare.
When Shu Ci awoke, she only felt cold hands and legs, and cold sweat on her back from fright.
Baili An saw her frightened, her face pale as snow, couldn’t help but smile and shake his head, then turned and got out of bed.
Shu Ci’s head ached, and she wiped the cold sweat off her forehead. When she realized she had a nightmare, in her daze, she broke out in cold shivers and sweat again.
She was neither human nor an ordinary Demon.
Her existence had long transcended the Five Elents and Six Paths, an immortal Demon comparable to the gods of the creation era.
Dreams, unlike mortals, are not rely trivial thoughts, she hadn’t dreamt in thousands of years.
Every dream she had was prophetic, a spiritual dream.
A Demon’s spiritual dream is not like a mortal’s, where anything could be dreamt.
Yet in her dream, there was even the Demon Lord!
Everything in the dream happened as real as if it was a past life experience.
The more Shu Ci thought about it, the more terrified she beca.
Actually, she hadn’t clearly seen the man’s face kneeling before Huanghai Palace in the dream.
She didn’t know why, but she always associated Baili An in these mories.
And the Demon Lord Arao appeared to be not the current Demon Lord.
Even though the eyebrows match, the aura and atmosphere were completely different.
The Demon Lord in the dream had a touch of desolation and near desperation, with a cruel intent in his eyes reflecting a relentless fear beyond redemption.
Clearly she was the one imposing the punishnt, yet she was also the one who displayed extre fear and trembling.
And the Demon Lord in the dream clearly possessed earth-shattering capabilities, a power to swallow the moon and drive the sun, unimaginable.
Even through the surreal dreamscape, it made a monster like Shu Ci, who defied death, feel the suffocating intent of mortality.
That power seed to override the Nine Heavens and All Heavens Gods and Demons, coexisting with the stars and ti-spanning eternity.
It was a force she hadn’t felt even with the original primal Demon Lord.
That person... seed like Demon Lord Arao, yet also seed not to be her.
Shu Ci’s thoughts were in utter chaos, clutching her forehead, a re dream had her Sea of Consciousness in turmoil.
She didn’t know what warning or prophecy this nightmare was indicating, but she couldn’t understand it.
In the Demon World, the Demon Lord Arao tried all ans, even deceit and threats to get the Phoenix King Consort on the bed, how could she bear to strike with such a deadly blow?!
That madwoman was unpredictable for years, if one really examined it, fear would unravel it all.
To avoid nightmarish repeats, consuming this piece of at was necessary for peace of mind.
In front of that mad Demon Lord, even a Golden Immortal striking would appear less frightening.
Thinking this, Shu Ci didn’t bother with a slow approach, she hastily put on shoes and ran to the blacksmith’s shop, to collect her specially ordered large iron pot.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
The blacksmith shop was open early, the chilly morning being in a remote village corner was sparsely populated, quite tranquil.
The blacksmith recognized Shu Ci, slightly surprised seeing her visit so early, and said: "Lady Shu, why so early?"
"I’m here for my iron pot."
Probably a nightmare without good sleep, Shu Ci’s eyes were dark, with a hint of bleakness in her gaze.
Along with her naturally venomous beauty, standing outside against the light, her pupils appeared extraordinarily deep, her expression sowhat eerily forlorn and haunting.
The blacksmith involuntarily shivered, had he not known Lady Shu beforehand, he’d have thought early morning he’d encountered so unclean specter.
The blacksmith awkwardly chuckled twice: "The iron pot is long made, yet you never ca for it.
If you’re not in a hurry, you need not co so early yourself, just inform Aunt Wu and I’d deliver it for you."
Shu Ci looked at him very seriously: "Urgent, very urgent, extrely urgent!"
If the pot wasn’t given to her soon, her heart’s flesh might be ground to dust.
Speaking of which, since she proactively severed the Demon Lord’s mind link, it plunged into silence.
Unlike when they shared vision, Shu Ci’s slight resistance would provoke imnse spiritual suppression.
But ever since she actively approached Baili An, claiming she’d consu his Karma Barriers, the Demon Lord’s spiritual power ceased to occupy her vision once again.
This calm was inherently abnormal, coupled with last night’s dream, she vaguely felt she made a trendous mistake.
The blacksmith put the burning hot refined iron into the cold pool with a sizzle, wiping sweat from his forehead.
He curiously said: "Lady Shu needs such a large iron pot so early for stewing at? I guess it’s alright.
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