It seemed to be beyond the main storyline, irrelevant to the main characters, yet Yao Yao happened to see a little demon.

He never revealed his true form, surely not a grandiose demon. He hardly used any magic, appearing quite incompetent. But Yao Yao didn’t mind because he was undeniably good-looking.

The little demon had icy silver long hair and light amber-colored pupils. His facial features were unusually exquisite, yet due to excessive paleness, there was a touch of fragility. Despite this, he wasn’t frail. His figure was slender, narrow, resilient, and full of youthful vigor and strength.

He lived a solitary and silent life every day. So, Yao Yao would spend money to buy him the best clothes in the Spirit Realm, secretly purchase spiritual tools to scare off other creatures bullying him, buy blankets and firewood, and even handcraft a bed for him.

Oh, the little demon also had a penchant for cleanliness, maintaining hygiene diligently—washing his face, bathing, and cleaning clothes. So, Yao Yao even dug a lake for him to bathe in.

Initially, the little demon was cautious about her gifts. But as time passed, he remained alone. Yao Yao logged in every day, and accompanying him became a habit. She watched the little demon grow up, and in return, he accompanied her in the final year of her life.

Even the daily routine of giving him a rose as a sign-in reward was something Yao Yao did for a full 365 days.

Yao Yao patted her increasingly hot face due to her blood heat condition, feeling a bit embarrassed with a shy chuckle.

So, finding him and asking for a small favor should not be difficult.

After all, he’s so gentle and obedient.

“Roar!”

She was lost in her thoughts when suddenly a roar tore through the sky.

Yao Yao was jolted by the ground shaking and looked up.

The myriad of prohibitions that enveloped the Forsaken Abyss revealed their true form, and numerous symbols began rapidly rotating according to the positions of the heavenly stems and earthly branches. The northern constellation corresponding to the symbols position responded with an ancient echo. Then, the icy sky suddenly flickered with a faint blue light.

The ancient prohibition’s nine layers surged fiercely towards the huge silhouette in the snow and fog, immediately infusing the air with a smell of burning blood and decay. This meant that a disciple of the Wuji Sect had inserted a Soul Anchoring Nail.

Other disciples were excited, and their resentment and satisfaction grew a hundredfold in this aura-deprived frigid domain.

“Die, monster!”

“You should have died below, why did you come out?”

However, in the next moment, the curses of the disciple suddenly choked in his throat.

Amidst the snow and mist, the vaguely distorted figure of the monster slowly emerged. Just like suddenly looking up to find a snow-capped mountain looming closer, the monstrous size caused immediate terror.

The entire body of the monster was covered in icy silver scales, with two cold, different-colored beast pupils. Its back was covered with grim ice-blue bone spurs, utterly indescribable. After its suicidal collision with the prohibition, its body had gaping wounds as large as a training ground, burning large parts of its body, revealing rugged, eerie white bones.

It should have been extremely painful, yet this monster could still move, edging towards the Soul Anchoring Nail in its hand.

“Save me!”

But at that moment, other disciples succeeded one after another, and the mystical forces exploded in succession, crazily suppressing the prohibition. The stench of blood in the air became so thick that even the chill couldn’t conceal it. The monster’s swollen body finally began to become vague and transparent, disappearing.

In the snowstorm, the disciples vaguely saw a tall figure, lowering its hands, slowly approaching.

Its long arms dripped with sharp bone spurs, swelling like a venomous snake. Even though its size had shrunk countless times, the oppressive feeling of fear intensified.

The disciple was drenched in cold sweat, unable to move his legs as if they were filled with snowwater.

“Don’t, don’t kill me.”

When the figure was close enough for him to almost see its face, the person, or rather, the monster resembling a human, suddenly looked down and then furrowed its brow.

Its hands were stained with blood.

The monster suddenly stopped.

In its chaotic and restless mind, a single strand of sanity was restored.

It’s dirty.

She will see it.

He furrowed his brow. After a moment, a leap of greenish-blue flames erupted from his palm, melting a huge chunk of ice nearby, flowing down the rock face in a gushing stream.

He started washing his hands.

The disciple, who had thought his fate was sealed, suddenly found a hint of strength seeing this scene. His lips, tinged with bluish-purple, quivered for a moment. He scrambled to his feet and ran away.

“Monster, monster!”

The Soul Anchoring Nail in his hand still glowed, indicating the monster could appear before him at any moment.

In the disciple’s mind, there was a buzzing, filled with thoughts of how to survive. After running several miles in the snowstorm, he suddenly spotted another blue light, much dimmer than the one in his hand.

The brighter the glow of the Soul Anchoring Nail, the closer it was to the center of the formation array, and the more it attracted the monster.

In a split second decision, the disciple lunged forward and knelt in front of the casually strolling young girl.

“I’m sorry.” He still wanted to return alive. He had no choice.

“The Soul Anchoring Nail in your hand is broken, not shining. Take mine instead.”

Yao Yao lowered her head.

“Mm.”

The monster or demon finished washing his hands.

His hands were clean, but he saw a drop of blood splattered on his clothes.

The bloodstain spread like a rose flower.

As he gazed at that red blossom, his pupils, usually indifferent, finally displayed a hint of ferocity.

Why?

The rose hadn’t come.

Three days ago was the day the rose should have come; the only way he could confirm that she was there.

She had given him a piece of wood, a bottle of medicine, a piece of clothing, a bed, and even a lake. These offerings, sporadically appearing in the immensely elongated time that could render all living beings dead, were like elusive grains of sand slipping through his fingers.

Only the rose came at regular intervals.

As long as he waited, the rose would appear regularly.

So he curled up at the bottom of the cliff and waited.

One day passed.

Two days.

On the third day, he knew the rose wouldn’t come.

He spent a numb day, and then immense, long-forgotten grief and despair engulfed him. The only companionship in the long passage of time had finally turned into a punishment as sharp as bone spurs.

He roared, revealing the grotesque true form he never dared to show in front of her, wanting to break free and search.

But now, that the seven of the nine Soul Anchoring Nails is here for him, no one knew that the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine characters inscribed in the sky full of restrictions were all curses and curses against him.

So he returned to his diminutive human form, having dirtied himself in the process. But no one was watching him anymore.

The towering monster slowly lowered its head.

His back hurt, his eyes hurt, and his heart hurt. It was very cold.

But he remained expressionless, cutting through the ice fog and walking towards the brightest direction of the Soul Anchoring Nail.

Kill them all.

Even though he hadn’t harmed anyone in the past thirty thousand years, he was still abandoned.

All the floating water vapor in the air instantly turned into ice crystals, refracting countless demonic shadows. The oppressive feeling was like an avalanche, and the entire earth seemed to tremble slightly, as if shivering.

When he completely emerged from the snow fog, he saw a young girl.

She seemed stunned, unlike the others who quickly flee from this terrifying and ominous creature.

The girl held the Soul Anchoring Nail, staring blankly as he approached step by step.

At that moment, the ice-silver long hair fluttered in the wind, the light illuminating his jawline. With each step, the alternating light and shadow caressed the divine features of his brows and eyes. Highbrow bone, deep eye sockets, round pupils, one amber, one extremely faint. A sharp and high nose, beautiful lips, reluctantly pursed.

Bone spurs grew on his arms, and a murderous intent emerged.

The Soul Anchoring Nail in her hand began to hum a warning, and warning sounds were heard one after another.

“Do not gaze directly.”

“Do not approach.”

“Do not speak its name.”

“Quickly flee.”

He raised his cold hand. Yes, flee.

“Why are you here?”

But at that moment, the girl ran up to him, clattering, very close.

She grabbed his icy hand, and the warmth in her palm felt like a furnace.

“Do you know it’s dangerous here?”

She raised her rosy head, looking brightly into his indifferent eyes, shouting very clearly.

“Chong Yan.”

***Yao Yao is a Nick name of the Main Protagonist. Her True Name is Ji Yao***