"Boom!"
A deafening roar of thunder crashed down, shaking the heavens.
The sheer volu of the thunder made ears ring, and the quiet confession Yin Feijing had just made was utterly drowned out.
In the next instant, a sharp wave of air swept across the area.
Wherever it touched, hundred-year-old trees and massive boulders alike were obliterated.
Ye Yu, his mind focused, surrounded himself and Yin Feijing with sword energy, creating a protective barrier.
Only then were they able to stand firmly amidst the chaos.
As the wave subsided, the tribulation clouds in the sky began to slowly dissipate.
This was the definitive sign that the heavenly tribulation had co to an end.
The sea below was still churning violently, but Xie Muling was nowhere to be seen.
Ye Yu imdiately dispelled the sword energy around him and prepared to step forward to investigate.
But before he could take even two steps, a white figure suddenly hurled itself into his arms.
The impact was so strong that Ye Yu was forced to stagger back two steps.
The white figure was none other than Xie Muling.
Though her clothing was sowhat tattered, she radiated an even more vibrant aura than before.
Even the two dragon horns on her head glead like the purest white jade, dazzling in their translucence.
Standing to the side, Yin Feijing’s eyes widened in shock.
It wasn’t the sight of the dragon horns that surprised her.
What startled her was the intimate way Xie Muling clung to Ye Yu, their embrace far exceeding what could be considered normal between senior and junior disciples.
When Yin Feijing had first seen Xie Muling earlier, she herself had tried to rush forward, only to have Ye Yu stop her with a single hand pressed against her forehead.
At the ti, she had thought their relationship seed friendly, even playful.
But now, with Xie Muling draped over Ye Yu like this, Yin Feijing couldn’t help but feel a surge of unease.
What on earth was going on between them?
Yin Feijing felt a wave of urgency, a desire to separate them imdiately.
But she had no suitable excuse to intervene.
Thankfully, Ye Yu acted swiftly, lifting his hand to push Xie Muling away.
"Senior Sister, can you mind your image? You’re a dragon, for heaven’s sake!"
"Who cares about being a dragon? It’s just the two of us here anyway..." Xie Muling’s words trailed off as her gaze landed on Yin Feijing, who stood nearby.
Her expression shifted, and she quickly leapt down from Ye Yu, walking toward Yin Feijing with slow, deliberate steps.
Her pupils turned into sinister, vertical slits.
In that instant, Yin Feijing felt as though she had been plunged into an icy abyss.
Her body trembled uncontrollably.
In her eyes, it was as if a colossal true dragon, thousands of feet tall, lood behind Xie Muling, staring down at her insignificant form with disdain.
Dragon’s Might!
An instinctive suppression that overwheld all mbers of the demon race.
Just as Yin Feijing stood paralyzed, unsure of what to do, Ye Yu stepped in front of her.
"Senior Sister, she’s my friend. She promised not to reveal that you’re a true dragon."
At these words, the killing intent radiating from Xie Muling vanished instantly.
Her pupils returned to their usual gentle gaze.
"If she’s your friend, then it’s fine.
Junior Brother, I’ve successfully overco my tribulation. Let’s beco Dao companions and stay together every day! What do you think?"
As she spoke, Xie Muling made to throw herself into Ye Yu’s arms again.
But Ye Yu swiftly raised his hand, pressing firmly on her dragon horns to keep her at bay.
He couldn’t help but notice how the horns felt—smooth and warm, like polished jade.
Quite pleasant, actually.
Ye Yu shot Xie Muling a surprised look, then turned to Yin Feijing.
"What did you just call ? The thunder was so loud earlier; I didn’t catch it."
Yin Feijing bit her lip tightly.
She had co here intending to confess her feelings.
But fate had conspired against her, drowning her words in the roar of thunder.
What she hadn’t expected was that Xie Muling shared the sa intentions—and had beaten her to the punch.
In this situation, soone like Lin Miaoxue might have backed down.
But Yin Feijing was different.
In the dream realm, she had already missed her chance with Ye Yu.
She wasn’t about to let that happen again.
"Ye Yu, I like you! I want to be your Dao companion!"
Her voice rang out as loudly as she could muster, startling Ye Yu.
He blinked in surprise, staring at Yin Feijing in confusion.
Why was she shouting like this?
Wait, hold on.
Did she just say she liked him?
And wanted to beco his Dao companion?
Ye Yu awkwardly scratched his nose.
What was going on today?
Why did two won suddenly want to be his Dao companion?
Could it be that his destiny was to face a double peach blossom calamity today?
While Ye Yu stood there, dumbfounded, Xie Muling quickly concealed her dragon horns.
She stepped forward and once again latched onto Ye Yu, pressing against him without hesitation.
Yin Feijing didn’t bother to acknowledge the scene.
Instead, she looked directly into Ye Yu’s eyes.
"Are you going to agree or not? Give a clear answer!"
Yin Feijing was a smart woman.
As long as Ye Yu hadn’t officially agreed, she and Xie Muling weren’t yet truly his Dao companions.
Only once a decision was made could she assert her rightful place and demand that Xie Muling step aside.
This was what it ant to act with proper justification.
Xie Muling, however, was unbothered.
"I’ll answer for Junior Brother—sure, you two can be Dao companions! But don’t interfere with my cuddling ti!"
Ye Yu and Yin Feijing’s expressions instantly beca a kaleidoscope of emotions.
anwhile.
Yun Roumu found herself accidentally wandering into a secret realm.
Here, she faced countless perils and barely escaped death multiple tis.
At long last, she reached the heart of the secret realm.
There, she saw an ice coffin.
Inside it lay a woman of unparalleled beauty, perfectly preserved.
This puzzled Yun Roumu.
Why would such a pristine corpse be preserved in a place like this?
As she pondered, a spiritual form of the woman suddenly appeared above the ice coffin.
With a gentle motion, the woman raised a finger and pointed into the void.
The seal suppressing Yun Roumu’s demon power shattered instantly.
Behind her, two butterfly wings manifested, their gentle movents scattering tiny starlike fragnts into the air.
The woman smiled faintly. "I never thought I’d find soone like you. Though you’re only a half-demon, your bloodline is quite pure, and your aptitude is impressive.
You are worthy of becoming my successor."
Though Yun Roumu remained cautious, she took a half-step back and asked softly, "Who are you?"
The woman’s figure grew more distinct, and behind her, massive phantom wings similar to Yun Roumu’s spread wide.
Every beat of the wings shed starlight, creating a srizing scene.
The woman then introduced herself.
Like Yun Roumu, she was also a Chaos Illusion Butterfly.
Her na was Zhing.
The only difference was that Zhing was a great demon, while Yun Roumu was only a half-demon.
Two thousand years ago.
Zhing had reached the late stage of the Ascension realm.
Becoming an immortal within a century was a certainty for her, as simple as plucking sothing from her pocket.
But then, her enemies ca for her.
A fierce battle ensued.
Though Zhing repelled her foes, she sustained fatal injuries and knew her days were numbered.
Not wanting to die in vain.
Zhing used a secret art to forcibly create this secret realm and set up barriers.
Only those with her bloodline, the Chaos Illusion Butterfly, could enter.
Her goal was to find a successor to carry on her legacy and avenge her death.
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