Chapter 35:

Yao Yao felt the cold yet warm breath of Chong Yan.

Brushing against her moist eyes.

Yao Yao quieted down, realizing that many times, the little demon was no longer just the one she had raised. The pure and crisp scent from his clothes brought comfort, and when she looked into his eyes, there was less chaos and more seriousness and caution.

When he held her, she could feel the texture of the fierce beast from his chest to his forearm. She could see the pale contour of his neck and jawline, concealing the resurging supreme power of the ancient demon. In many instances, the little demon became the one who stood in front of her, holding her and comforting her, afraid of her getting hurt physically or emotionally.

His aura was icy, but Yao Yao’s surging emotions always settled like snowflakes.

She quietly wiped away her tears on the collar of his clothes, then looked up at him and asked, “Chong Yan, what about you?”

Since everything in this illusion was inverted, and she faced violent and abusive parents who lacked love, then Chong Yan must have encountered…

Chong Yan’s brows furrowed, his gaze ice-cold and indifferent. Thinking about everything he had seen in the illusion, a trace of weariness appeared in his expression. “It’s nothing.”

He didn’t believe it at all.

The auspicious signs of heaven and earth, the flourishing flowers, the entire divine race celebrating his birthday—Chong Yan didn’t believe it from the first glance.

Because he didn’t even know his own birthday.

The day he was born from the catalyzed demonic embryo was considered unlucky and disastrous for everyone.

No one would remember, and no one would commemorate it.

He also didn’t want to tell Yao Yao.

But perhaps it was because as a young demon, he had seen his elder brother being celebrated grandly every year. Even though the Golden Dragon at that time couldn’t stand upright or fly, and his heart was weak, he still occupied the center and received all the blessings with the most noble bloodline.

These images may have never left the depths of his mind.

Thinking about it, Chong Yan’s expression gradually turned self-loathing.

Yao Yao’s finger gently poked his brow.

It’s difficult for people to leave their childhood behind. Some people spend their whole lives reminiscing, while others spend their whole lives trying to escape.

And in this inverted illusion, Yao Yao suddenly realized that her parents, Chong Yan’s divine father and mother, seemed to be the perfect contrasting group.

Although her parents were no longer by her side, the love they left behind remained in the child’s mind. Chong Yan’s parents still occupied the Nine Heavens but continued to show favoritism to his older brother and persecution towards him.

But so what?

Even a little demon who hadn’t experienced love had learned to embrace her.

Her love could be shared with him, and the light she received could also shine on him.

“It’s okay,” Yao Yao stood up, her mood completely clear. She patted herself and then patted him. “We have each other.”

Chong Yan saw that all her tears had been wiped away.

Her fair little face regained vitality, although she still looked thin with only a pointed chin left, that radiance fell into her bright black deer-like eyes.

So precious, he thought.

She was his one and only little rose.

Her existence itself was so precious.

Yao Yao pulled Chong Yan up.

They would still face many dangers, just like the black wind that had come for her in the illusion. It was obviously trying to take her life.

If it hadn’t been for Yao Yao’s timely release of her bloodline’s spiritual power, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

It was evident that whether it was the ancient demon or her original blood bag role, they were involuntarily trapped in the main storyline of this world.

In the Spirit Continent, countless eyes were watching them with ill intentions. Since they couldn’t go it alone, they had no choice but to stand in this frustrating main storyline and straighten out their own thread of fate.

“The first step,” Yao Yao said seriously, “is to find and capture the one who set up this scheme, the demon.”

When her bloodline’s spiritual power directly dispelled it, it indicated that it was a demonic creature. And the fact that its power could escape the attention of the ancient demon showed that this demon’s level was very high, definitely much higher than the previous illusion emotion demon.

“Okay,” Chong Yan nodded, “it’s the illusion enchantress demon.”

Feeding on the desires and thoughts of humans, just like the illusion emotion demon.

Yao Yao suddenly realized, “No wonder, so it’s the big sister of the emotion demon.”

Within the illusion, everything was the manifestation of its demonic body. However, because it stretched infinitely, even to the point of enveloping the entire domain, no matter how many layers of illusion were broken through, it wasn’t enough to truly kill it.

What’s worse was that even if they awakened within the illusion, there were still countless cultivators and commoners shrouded here, continuously supplying it with power, allowing it to recover.

Therefore, they needed to find its demonic core, the center of the illusion formation.

The first step of the first step.

“Where is my brother and the little snake?” Yao Yao looked up and asked Chong Yan.

This illusion catalyzed and fed on people’s desires, but fortunately, it wasn’t lethal in the short term, just potentially very heartbreaking.

Chong Yan should have come through all the way, but she didn’t know if he had encountered them.

Chong Yan thought about the situation of the other two and fell silent for a moment.

He did see them.

“Yao Yao, are you okay?”

Ji Rong, who unexpectedly gained enlightenment after losing his talent, also arrived in time.

The sword spirit had been mocking him the whole way.

But it had to be said that Ji Rong was indeed a deserving genius sword cultivator. His angle and speed of breakthrough and enlightenment were unmatched by ordinary people.

If it weren’t for the external assistance, Li Cangyan, the Sword Saint with excessive vanity, wouldn’t stand a chance against Ji Rong.

Ji Rong pushed open the door of the broken firewood shed and saw Yao Yao, covered in patches.

Ji Rong was immediately furious, gripping his sword tightly. “I’m going to find that demon and kill it.”

Seeing Yao Yao covered in dust, obviously underfed and poorly dressed, his heart shattered. Even if they were short on money, there was no way they would let Yao Yao go hungry. Moreover, aside from being with Li Cangyan, she had never been in such a pitiful state.

It could be imagined that in this inverted illusion, the pictures seen by the pampered little girl from childhood to now were of her parents scolding and abusing her, leaving her to fend for herself.

Although it seemed that her sister had timely sensed that something was wrong and awakened from the illusion, Ji Rong felt very uncomfortable when he thought about those images.

“Mom and Dad would never do that,” Ji Rong said seriously.

He was afraid that his parents had left too early, and his sister no longer remembered. He was also afraid that he hadn’t done enough for them.

However, Yao Yao nodded earnestly. “I know.”

Ji Rong’s expression eased as he thought about his parents’ instructions before they left. He couldn’t help but say, “Mom and Dad will love you in a different way.”

Even in another world.

Yao Yao blinked her eyes, wondering what that different way meant.

“Alright, genius, let’s think about how to find that demon,” the sword spirit coolly and subtly reminded him.

Some aspects of fate couldn’t be mentioned.

Only fate itself would turn to the correct position.

Ji Rong looked down at the Yu Ji Sword in his hand.

Its black iron blade emitted a faint blue light, making it an exceptional sword. But no one knew that carved on the blade, which could cut through iron like mud, were the sword techniques left behind by the Sect Master and his wife.

“Time.”

That was something his parents had studied their whole lives, something he didn’t understand. Just like he didn’t understand the secrets of the Ji bloodline.

But that didn’t matter. He could shoulder his sister, carry Chang Sword Sect, and protect everyone.

Ji Rong held his sword horizontally and, following the moment of enlightenment, slowly swung it.

Real and illusory, truth and falsehood.

Where it struck, endless questions arose.

This one sword directly shattered at least ten layers of illusions.