In the second year after settling in the Demon World, Feng Qingyun finally welcomed his first blooming season. Only, his flowers did not bloom in the Demon Palace, but in the City of Mirrors. Ever since that night when he dreamed of that person, Feng Qingyun had recalled his voice, his tone, even fragments of… Continue reading

After descending the mountain, the first place Feng Qingyun chose to stay was the Kingdom of Jinlin, nestled at the foot of the Xiān Gōng Sect. Though the kingdom had lost its Imperial Advisor, it looked much the same as before; if anything, it seemed even livelier and more prosperous. As a mortal realm, most of… Continue reading

In the end, under the moonlight, Feng Qingyun returned to the Xiān Gōng Sect, holding the still-unconscious egg in his arms. After the great battle, everyone was immersed in the relief of having survived a catastrophe. Coupled with the reopening of the heavenly path and the renewed hope of ascension, the entire cultivation world was… Continue reading

When Long Yin told him not to cry, Feng Qingyun only cried harder instead. He couldn’t get a single word out. He threw himself into the man’s arms, tears mingling with blood as they streamed down his face in an utterly pitiful sight. At this moment, holding Long Yin felt like embracing a half-melted statue.… Continue reading

To outsiders, it only looked like the heavenly tribulation brushed past Feng Qingyun’s shoulder like a caress, unwilling to harm him in the slightest. But only Feng Qingyun himself could feel it: a steady stream of spiritual energy flowing from the lightning into his Dantian, just like the first time they met, when that person… Continue reading

Facts proved that before life and death, all beings were equal. Even immortals who schemed endlessly and believed themselves exalted above all others were no different from ants when they died. The Xiān Gōng Sect, once majestic and sacred, now seemed to have become a vast slaughter ground for immortals, so immense its borders could not be… Continue reading

The entire Xiān Gōng Sect suddenly fell into an unprecedented silence. Even cultivators across the world stood frozen at that moment. Countless fragments of memory, both familiar and strange, flooded in. Mu Hanyang stood there without a word, unable to regain his senses for a long time. Everything felt like a nightmare.  The scenes from… Continue reading

Mu Hanyang’s single sentence instantly drew countless gazes toward Feng Qingyun and Long Yin. The small area that had already attracted attention immediately became the focus of the entire gathering. Yet after speaking, Mu Hanyang merely waved his hand lightly, putting on a show as if unaware he had just released earth-shattering news. “This Lord… Continue reading

Across the ages, throughout the eight directions of the world, perhaps no one had ever dared utter such arrogant and unrestrained words within the Xiān Gōng Sect itself. For a moment, everyone present was stunned into silence. Wei Fang’s expression went blank for an instant. The fox Patriarch Qing Luo raised an interested brow, and… Continue reading

Feng Qingyun learned of that while he was at the Marquis Manor, discussing the matter of the Xiān Gōng Sect’s Heavenly Gate Ceremony with Long Yin and Yue Jinshu. “An invitation?” Yue Jinshu froze for a moment. “The Demon Palace did receive one. I just assumed the two of you definitely wouldn’t agree to go,… Continue reading