“I’ll tell you but don’t be afraid,” Li Canyan took a deep breath, as if giving her time to accept it, “Actually, that person who has been by your side, appearing gentle and harmless…”

“… is that fierce and ferocious, outrageously evil ancient demon.”

Yao Yao was quiet for a few seconds before frowning. “What nonsense are you talking about?”

Is the male lead really crazy?

How could Little Demon be an ancient demon when he was so kind and gentle?

“You’re too naive, Yao Yao. You think about how terrifying that devil is. He has been disguising himself by your side, plotting to obtain your bloodline.”

Yao Yao’s black and bright eyes looked at Li Canyan, expressing very clearly that she couldn’t believe he was saying such things.

You’re not even qualified to say that.

Li Canyan coughed dryly and furrowed his brows. “Yao Yao, you don’t believe what I’m saying?”

Yao Yao just found it absurd.

No one knew about the unique connection between her and Little Demon.

Little Demon had stayed in that small area for a full thirty thousand years, never having any magical power. If she hadn’t helped him drive others away, he would have been bullied by other demons.

If he had experienced all that suffering, how could he be so calm and gentle? Yao Yao had never seen hatred or resentment in his eyes. He had always been calm, like a glacier, like pure snow.

Li Canyan knew she wouldn’t believe him, so he smiled.

“You’ll see for yourself with this.”

Once she saw it, she would definitely change her mind and never associate with a demon like that again.

Li Canyan reached out and the image of the transmission jade unfolded in the air.

The location was still in the abyss.

Yao Yao shifted her gaze and saw a figure amidst the snowstorm and ice fog. It was human, but there were many things on the person’s body that should not be there.

Li Canyan flipped his palm and used his magical power to make the image clear. Every time he sent out hundreds or even thousands of transmission jades before, they would be shattered by ice shards in an instant.

But this time, Chong Yan was already unable to protect himself.

“You can take a look and see what kind of monster it is.”

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Ji Rong carried his sword and attacked the mountain of Wuji Sect.

“Master Ji.”

“Master Ji, we can communicate if there’s something you want.”

The elders and seniors of the Chang Sword Sect followed closely behind the young master Ji, ready to go to war at any moment.

“Where is Li Canyan? Tell him to get out.”

Ji Rong swung his sword horizontally, carrying an overwhelming force.

Before it could overturn the roof, Li Canyan’s sword barely intercepted it.

“Hold on a moment.” Li Canyan finally appeared.

Ji Rong slowly raised his eyes, his gaze as if he wanted to devour someone.

“Master Ji, rest assured, I haven’t done anything to Yao Yao. Everything I’ve done today is for the Spirit Continent and the future of our righteous path.”

“Please take a look.”

A larger image of the transmission jade slowly unfolded before everyone’s eyes.

Not only the Wuji Sect, but at this moment, all corners of the Spirit Continent were watching this scene.

Everyone knew that Sword Saint Li Canyan had obtained a great opportunity in the Naitian Secret Realm. After coming out, he sneaked into the forsaken abyss alone and severely injured the ancient demon that had left the entire cultivation world helpless.

So now, the Spirit Continent finally had the chance to glimpse the true face of that cruel devil.

“Is that a person?”

“What is that thing?”

Ji Rong’s face turned grave as he saw the image in the transmission jade.

After that person, or rather, what was no longer a person, there emerged twisted dragon tails hundreds of times larger than him. Bone spurs stood erect, countless silver scales rotted away, revealing flesh covered in blood. Behind his spine, two immense bat-like wings spread open, with massive blood holes in them.

He still maintained the torso and head of a human, but horns had grown on his forehead.

His body expanded wildly in the wind and snow, appearing like an evil purgatory demon. The image even had a sense of dilapidated and eerie beauty.

Not quite human, not quite divine, a Devil.

The entire hall fell into silence.

Li Canyan quietly said to Ji Rong, “He has been by Yao Yao’s side, pretending to be a human to deceive her.”

Ji Rong’s pupils contracted, and a chill ran through his heart.

It was the instinctive fear one felt towards a powerful being that surpassed their comprehension.

But suddenly, Ji Rong thought about how happy Yao Yao was in the Forsaken Abyss. Her voice had a cheerful tone when she spoke to him, a lightness he hadn’t heard from her in years.

Could that monster really harm Yao Yao?

“But rest assured, Master Ji. I have wounded this devil and will not allow it to continue its evil deeds. I will slaughter this ancient demon. I will accomplish it.”

Li Canyan stood with his sword, and the eyes of Su Yilin and the other disciples were filled with admiration.

“Truly worthy of being the Sword Saint of our Spirit Continent.”

Li Canyan smiled lightly and pressed his hand down.

“So, Master Ji, now is not the time for internal conflict within our righteous path,” Li Canyan lowered his voice, “Wuji Sect still harbors goodwill towards Chang Sword Sect. My engagement with Yao Yao cannot be broken. I will treat her well in the future.”

Upon hearing these words, Ji Rong finally snapped out of the shock brought by the ancient demon.

Then, he swung his sword at Li Canyan again.

One more strike.

“Master Ji,” Li Canyan dodged to the side, almost on the verge of collapsing, “Don’t you understand what I’m saying?”

“Don’t babble to me.” Ji Rong spoke.

Behind him, the people of Chang Sword Sect stood before the image in the transmission jade, all brandishing their swords.

“I’ll fight you. What does it have to do with that monster? I’ll fight you because you took my sister without permission.”

“Where is Yao Yao ?”

“Hand her over.”

Yao Yao sat dumbfounded on the bed.

The light and shadows from the transmission jade gradually reflected on her stunned little face.

Chong Yan …

Chong Yan grew wings.

Grew dragon tails. Grew horns.

He had wings and dragon tails, all covered in numerous wounds.

He looked in unbearable pain.

Yao Yao had been sick her whole life, but she had never sustained so many injuries before. It seemed like there wasn’t a patch of skin on him that was intact.

The image was truly clear, allowing Yao Yao to even see the blood at the corners of Chong Yan’s tightly pursed lips. He struggled to control himself but ultimately revealed his true form. He tried to hold on but the clothes she had given him were torn apart.

He tried to endure the pain, to conceal his body.

But there were countless, countless transmission jades all around him.

Everything he least wanted to show was projected here, exposed to the countless eyes of the world.

Executing him, judging him.

Yao Yao didn’t dare to look, but she also didn’t dare not to look. She forced herself to fix her gaze on him.

Until a tear fell onto her hand, and she hurriedly wiped her face, Chong Yan …

Chong Yan was the ancient  God-Demon.

She finally understood, the heart of that self-deprecating little demon after enduring for thirty thousand years.

From the first day they met, how he pretended to be normal, to pretend that he could walk. Because he had no spine, it was no wonder that he had been sitting under the tree all this time.

He had never revealed his true form, never used his magical power, all because of the little bit of companionship she provided in the void. He had lived quietly for thirty thousand years.

And now…

“I never expected that you have been with the cruel devil all along.”

Su Yilin swiftly entered her room, covering her mouth as she laughed.

Yao Yao had humiliated her by taking away Li Canyan’s Divine Meteoric Pupils in the Naitian Secret Realm. But now, she had finally found the ugly truth about Yao Yao.