He smiled faintly. “Divine blood is a rare delicacy.”
This wouldn’t do. If he devoured my flesh, it would spell disaster.
Even though I was an aging Celestial Warrior, I still carried the weight of the world in my heart.
Just moments ago, I had wanted to ask him a few questions, but now it seemed there was no opportunity for that. Or perhaps there had never been a need.
I was a dying woman—what use would asking bring? What difference would telling make? All that mattered was that he had come back to life. As long as he could continue living, even in the body of a Demon King, my wishes were already half fulfilled.
As the Demon King leaned in to bite my neck, I gave him a smile. The savage, beast-like man hesitated, momentarily thrown off guard.
He stared at me with Qing Han’s eyes, though they were now cold and sinister. I had dreamed of seeing those eyes again for so many years. Even though they now carried the wrong expression, my heart leapt with joy. My smile widened. “I’m old. How about I take you with me?”
The Demon King froze again, his confusion evident. Then he bared his teeth at me. But as his teeth brushed my neck, I drove a sword through his back, piercing his heart.
The sword I used wasn’t just any sword—it was the divine blade that had accompanied me for centuries, stolen by Qing Han when he left to seek revenge. After all these years, the sword had returned to me, my faithful companion for one final battle.
It had been hanging at his waist all along, even during his time in the abyss. Qing Han must have tied it tightly to him back then, never letting it go.
The divine sword pierced through the demon’s body, drinking his blood and glowing brighter with every drop. Though the Demon King had only just returned and his strength was far from restored, a stab to the heart couldn’t kill him—not with my diminished divine power.
I pressed my shoulder against his chest and began pushing him toward the edge of the abyss. He clung to my arm with an iron grip. “An old woman like you... dares attempt to kill me?”
He thought I wouldn’t dare throw us both into the abyss, didn’t he?
I sneered, taking a step forward off the cliff. The sensation of falling rushed over me as the Demon King’s expression shifted to one of shock and unwillingness—still wearing Qing Han’s face.
The darkness of the abyss swallowed us whole. I laughed softly. “I told you, if I take you with me, I’ll see it through. I never break my word.”
The darkness consumed my vision, stole my senses, and Qing Han’s face disappeared from my sight. I felt as though I were falling into an endless void, suspended in silence, neither alive nor dead.
But in that silence, I seemed to hear a voice—a tortured cry filled with despair and profound love.
“Master... Master...”
It was as if the voice reached into my heart, wrenching it with the depth of its emotion. I suddenly recalled his earlier question: “If I tried to catch you, would you take the bait?”
You should’ve told me sooner. If I had known it was you, Qing Han, I’d have leapt into your arms willingly, like a fish from Mirror Lake, even without bait or a hook.
But alas...
We were always destined to miss each other.
In the abyss, time ceased to exist. There were no markers, no reference points—just emptiness. I thought I had died. But gradually, I began to sense faint movements in the void—subtle currents, whispers of energy that stirred even the finest hairs.
And then, faintly, I heard a voice.
“Master, this isn’t the land of the dead.”
“This place is alive.”
Bit by bit, I became attuned to the currents, the energies, and the faint murmurs around me. I could feel Qing Han’s presence—not his body, but his essence. I couldn’t see him, touch him, or hear him directly, but I could sense his heart speaking to mine.
It was an extraordinary experience. I could feel him saying, “Follow me. I’ll lead you out of here.”
And he did.
When I finally saw the light of day again, I had no idea how many years had passed. The edge of the Demon Abyss was deserted. I searched frantically, but Qing Han was nowhere to be seen. He wasn’t waiting for me there.
But then, as I turned, I saw another figure emerge from the abyss.
The face was unfamiliar, but the expression was one I knew intimately.
It was Liu Yue’s body, but I knew the person inside. His name was Qing Han.
He had jumped into the abyss with me, staying by my side for who knows how many years.
I straightened my back, looked at him, and gave him a soft smile. “Lord Demon King, are you taking disciples?”
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