Chapter 11:

Missed by her

The ancient demon carefully pondered for a moment, and that heart without a heartbeat became faintly warm.

She also touched his head.

In the ancient demon’s long life, this was the second time he had been touched on the head.

Young creatures are born in the world, wet and unconscious, mostly relying on their mother’s care. But Chong Yan never received it.

The mother goddess only touched his head once, after disintegrating his body.

What she brought him was boundless pain and imprisonment from the nine heavens.

Chong Yan remembered when he fell into the Forsaken Abyss, it was the same age as Yao Yao’s age now.

After losing his eyes and heart suddenly, he only felt intense pain. But after even his spine was stripped away, the young Chong Yan couldn’t even walk properly.

During the long time he was imprisoned in the abyss, he could only crawl on the ground.

He went from a deformed dragon to a maggot.

His pupils were in intense pain and blurred, his heart frozen, making his organs feel like needles, and his body without a spine was even weaker than a reptile.

He could only drink snow water mixed with his own blood, looking at the desolation with no one in sight, day after day.

The young Chong Yan was not always so quiet.

He shed tears, roared in humiliation, and even thought of revenge through death.

But in the endless despair, a treasure appeared.

That day, he finally managed to curl up his body and crouch in a corner like a soft-bodied creature.

And then, the first rose landed beside his dirty face.

That day, he truly saw the descent of the divine.

Because there was someone watching him in the void, someone accompanying him, Chong Yan, who was once a crawling maggot, gritted his teeth and started anew.

He cleaned himself up, stood up straight, and gradually transformed into a god-demon overlord within the forsaken abyss.

And after thirty thousand years of waiting in silence, she finally appeared.

She appeared in his rose field, planting a seed for him once again.

Not afraid of him, she even touched his head.

Her young palm was soft and warm, gently stroking.

Chong Yan thought that he was no longer the young creature from years ago and couldn’t show too much emotion. But when that hand, which he waited for so long, landed on his head, it felt warmer and softer than all his memories.

The fierce beast endured and endured, but couldn’t hold back anymore.

Lowering his head.

He rubbed against her palm.

For Miss Yao Yao, Chong Yan’s rose field on the ice surpassed a thousand words.

She also wanted to tell him properly where she came from and who she was.

So Yao Yao held the pot of soil and officially began gardening.

Every day, she diligently climbed the icy steps to let the soil in the flower pot bask in the sun, attempting to water it with her thin spiritual power, and observing the soil while lying on the ground with blinking eyes.

Several days passed, and the flower pot remained motionless.

She sat down, hugging the flower pot with crossed legs, feeling a little sad, and began to contemplate.

So how did Chong Yan manage to protect those roses so well when he was just a weak and ordinary little demon? He had protected them for so long.

“Speaking of which.”

Yao Yao suddenly remembered something and turned to look at the tall young man, very curious.

“So, Chong Yan, how old are you?”

The years of those roses are counted in ancient heavenly stems and earthly branches, and she couldn’t quite figure it out. All she knew was that a very, very long time had passed.

Chong Yan fell silent for a moment.

Her brother said that he would find a man in the world for her, and even if he was older than her, they would be of similar age.

At the very least, it’s not like the ancient demons.

Chong Yan remained silent for a while, unsure of how to respond.

With a little bit of cunning, Chong Yan clumsily changed the subject.

“Eastern Sea, Jun Capital City, where are they?”

“Um…”

Yao Yao had long forgotten about the words her brother had said to make her give up on Li Cangyan. She thought it was a simple geography question posed by an introverted little demon.

She struggled to recall the background information in her mind and said, “The Spirit Continents are roughly divided into four directions. The Western Region is guarded by the Wuji Sect, the Northern Region is where the Chang Sword Sect is located, and the Eastern Region surrounds the Jun Capital City. So, the Eastern Sea and Capital City have always been the most richest and overall stronger.”

Chong Yan only heard the words rich and stronger.

It seemed that those were among the criteria for being a “good” man in the world.

Chong Yan pursed his lips.

He began to contemplate silently.

Yao Yao scratched her head, then turned to continue worrying about her lifeless little flowerpot.

Soon, she finally remembered that the best nourishment was right in front of her.

As the strongest bloodline in the entire book, if she used a few Blood Spirit Pearls to nourish the roses, they would definitely grow beautifully.

But since the unexpected onset of blood fever, her body had not experienced any more episodes. And because of the experience points gained from the tasks in the online store, her cultivation had indeed been progressing, albeit at a slow pace. The most noticeable change was her improved physical condition and rosy complexion.

Yao Yao peered out from behind the flowerpot with her two round eyes, looking at the little demon picking fruits under the tree.

She hadn’t had a nosebleed recently.

Could it be that she no longer had any worldly desires for the handsome little demon? Yao Yao was astonished.

Meanwhile, Chong Yan happened to raise his arm, and his belt accentuated a slender waistline. His silver hair fell just right, lightly swaying at his lower back, quite eye-catching.

Yao Yao’s eyes retreated behind the flowerpot again, her face as red as a flower.

Oh, there were indeed worldly desires.

Yao Yao blushed and entered her sea of consciousness, looking at the tasks in the chest store. She picked a relatively simple one to do.

The next day, she quietly dropped a drop of golden Blood Spirit Pearl into the flowerpot, placing it under the sunlight on the ice platform.

Golden radiance seeped into the soil like nutrients.

After a long time, a tiny bud finally emerged quietly.

Wow!

Yao Yao was overjoyed, one step closer to her plan to move the little demon.

She raised her head in excitement, only to find Chong Yan standing at the cliff, his deep gaze fixed on the distance.

Following his line of sight, Yao Yao saw nothing but an endless expanse.

But in the eyes of the deity, the Abyssal Demons were restless, not because of his power.

Something was descending into the Forsaken Abyss.

News quickly spread across the Spiritual Continents.

The once-in-a-decade Naitian Secret Realm was finally opening.

This year’s event was already extraordinary because of the legendary Divine Meteor Eye that fell. The rumored artifact was about to appear, naturally arousing the desires of people.

Throughout the Spiritual Continents, from the Western part to the Northern part, and from the Eastern Sea to the Jun Capital City, cultivators from various sects, especially the younger generation, were all eagerly anticipating this opportunity.

In such an atmosphere, the Naitian Secret Realm unexpectedly fell into the Forsaken Abyss.

The entire cultivation world went from excitement to collective calm.

No one spoke.

But no one was without fear.

Li Cangyan and the entire Wuji Sect were caught in a dilemma.

Not only because Su Yilin had publicly expressed her determination to obtain the artifact, but also because Wuji Sect was closest to the Abyss. If they retreated, they would lose face in front of the entire cultivation world.