The Journey of Immortal Cultivation Chapter 1121 - 609:

Now, he would give everything he had, just to hear another word from her.

"You little liar, breaking promises again..." He pressed his forehead against hers, muttering softly with grievance until he choked and couldn’t continue. Her smile still carried a hint of playfulness and flattery, yet her lips, once vibrant like flowers, appeared pale due to blood loss. He gazed at her for a long ti before gently kissing her, deeply savoring.

He wanted to rember her taste by heart.

He finally gained the long-desired freedom, yet from then on, he’d forever be without a charming figure by his side. If she hadn’t t him, she could have lived humbly yet enduringly in this world, instead of blooming like sumr flowers, only to wither in the pri of life.

The light from the stone wall dragged the shadows of their embrace long on the ground, as if they were entwined for a lifeti.

Ti passed bit by bit, yet Changtian did not move, as if he had beco a statue.

The body he was so enamored with grew colder even as he held it warmly in his arms, yet he couldn’t bear to let go.

At this mont, a timid voice arose from the corner: "Lord Changtian, the murderer who killed the mistress is still outside..."

Changtian’s body moved instantly.

The speaker was indeed the Pill Furnace Qiongqi. His words were tactical, with sensitive terms like "killed" and "murderer" jumping out, unsurprisingly evoking terrible killing aura from his master, sharp and unparalleled, like an abyss, like a prison.

Changtian removed the Demon Eye from Ning Xiaoxian’s neck and held it in his hand. The countless scenes the Demon Eye had received over the year imdiately flowed through his mind. He saw her journey east, saw her fighting with Juan Niang in Bai Yujing, saw her bidding for the Nanming Lihuo Sword, and naturally saw how she fought to the bitter end until the last drop of blood was shed!

"So that’s how it was." His eyes seed to glisten, yet the tears hadn’t yet reached the corner before they were dried by rage! "So that’s how it was!"

He held Ning Xiaoxian for a long ti, before gently placing her on the Black Stone Chair, ticulously tidying her ssy black hair. These three thousand strands of glossy, straight black hair had always been his favorite.

He cast a Cleaning Technique on her, restoring her delicate face, and after much deliberation, gently closed her eyes, severing the gaze he had longed for so long.

"Girl, wait here obediently for ." He stroked her cheek with tenderness, whispering softly: "I’ll get revenge for you first, then I’ll return to accompany you, alright?"

She naturally couldn’t respond, but he took it as her agreent.

Qiongqi shrunk in the corner, not daring to breathe loudly, with only one thought in mind: "Talking to the dead, the master is grief-stricken to the point of insanity!"

Changtian straightened his body, in two steps reaching the Demon Transformation Spring beside him—from the mont he severed the Dragon Binding Rope, this Divine Spring could no longer trap him. At this mont, the Demon Transformation Spring seed to sense his icy gaze, with ripples forming on the water surface as if trembling uncontrollably.

His words were concise: "Submit, or perish!"

Tornted by this spring water for tens of thousands of years, if not for its usefulness, he would have burned it dry long ago.

This choice was not difficult to make.

The Demon Transformation Spring didn’t hesitate, shrinking into a small, crystal-clear water sphere upon hearing, flying into his hand, and was grabbed by Changtian.

A significant portion of his cultivation over tens of thousands of years was stored in the Demon Transformation Spring. At this mont, the spring dared not withhold anything, submitting willingly.

Changtian held the water sphere, contemplating briefly before reopening his eyes, now shimring with golden light, like the splendid afternoon sun of sumr, brighter and more dazzling than ever!

He stretched out his hand, and the Nanming Lihuo Sword flew and returned to his grasp.

Imdiately, Changtian stepped into the Teleportation Array, and his towering silhouette vanished from the great prison that had confined him for tens of thousands of years.

Behind him, the God Demon Prison returned to an eternal pitch-black silence.

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Such a major incident happened within Bai Yujing, with nearly all the guests on the seventh floor dead or wounded, the Divine Artifact Nanming Lihuo Sword missing, the elder council of Heavenly Residence had no choice but to issue a statent temporarily declaring this year’s auction canceled.

It had already been a two hours since the event occurred, and most of Bai Yujing’s guests were persuaded to leave, with the injured supported out. The seventh floor of the Star-picking Tower was completely sealed off, invisible even from the Water Moon Mirror, thus only a few cleaners sent by Heavenly Residence witnessed a black-haired, black-clothed man appear out of thin air at the vanished wall where Ning Xiaoxian disappeared.