The fact that Qing Han and I emerged from the Demon Abyss alive sent shockwaves through the Three Realms.
It wasn’t just because we survived the abyss, a feat in itself. What truly stunned everyone was what happened to me while I was down there. Amid the abyss’s murderous aura, my body underwent an extraordinary transformation.
I was no longer old. I was no longer a dying woman. My strength returned, my vitality was restored, and I regained the youth and vigor I had in my prime.
But there was a catch.
I was no longer a celestial being. I had become one of the Demon Clan—a full-fledged demon.
No one understood how this happened, least of all me.
The Heavenly Realm was quick to react, sending envoys to denounce me for abandoning the celestial path. They accused me of betraying the way of the heavens. Each time they came, I would sprawl lazily against Qing Han’s chest, shrugging as I said, “Well then, go ahead and purge the demon and uphold the celestial way.”
Qing Han would raise an eyebrow, the faintest smirk on his lips.
After that, the Heavenly Realm stopped bothering us altogether.
Because, as everyone knows, when you can’t win, you tuck your tail between your legs and stay quiet. That’s just how the world works.
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