Chapter 5:

Chong Yan is a secluded demon.

Since being trapped in the depths of the abyss, he has had no contact with any external information. There was no communication with anyone, be it gods, humans, or demons. He knew nothing about all the novel things in the world. He didn’t even know about the flying machines and projection jades that people in the Spirit Continent commonly used nowadays.

Therefore, this lonely demon, who had lived for thirty thousand years, could never imagine that there was something called a “cell phone” in other worlds, which could bring someone to his side through a game that transcended time and space.

The confused demon pondered for a long time and could only think of one way, the only opportunity to communicate with her.

In the game, Chong Yan had introduced himself to her.

On the day he received his tenth rose from Yao Yao, a hundred years had passed in the abyss. He meticulously wrote down the characters “Chong Yan ” in the snow, then sat under a tree, silently waiting.

For a long, long time, there was no response from the void, and he slowly lowered his arm.

But later that day, she sent rain for him.

The ice and snow melted away, like a message.

So, Chong Yan ‘s heterochromatic pupils stared at Yao Yao for a long time, while she sweated profusely, squatting inside her sea of consciousness, not knowing what she was trying hard to do.

Chong Yan watched for a long time, then lowered his brows and eyes. His silver-white hair slid down together, and his pale, slender fingers fell to the ground. He wrote again, stroke by stroke,

Yes, it’s you.

Based on the demon’s limited knowledge, if it was her, she would be able to receive it.

Regardless of how she received it.

This was beyond the deity’s realm of knowledge.

However, at this moment, Yao Yao had just emerged from her sea of consciousness, feeling delighted that the newbie mission in the mall would reward her with a Blood Spirit Pearl. What made it even more special was that this mission also included a rose seed as a bonus.

As someone who sent flowers every day for 365 days, Yao Yao felt that this was more representative than anything else. If she could grow roses again, it would be the best self-introduction.

So, full of enthusiasm, Yao Yao ran over, sliding to a stop in front of Chong Yan.

The characters on the ground was erased.

The demon pursed his lips unhappily.

“Chong Yan, I’m going out for a bit.”

She was going to that temple ruin to complete a mission. Although it was strange to have a temple standing in the Abyss, with no knowledge of whom it was built for, Yao Yao’s task was very simple—to clear the remnants in the temple.

The demon paused for a moment and raised his head. “Where to?”

“It’s okay, just lie down and rest,” Yao Yao slipped a fruit into his hand, comforting the weak little demon.

“Go to bed and have a nap, I’ll be back soon.”

Yao Yao turned and ran towards the mission location. Soon, the demon sitting under the tree turned into a dot behind her, like a figure on a phone screen.

The demon remained seated in place.

However, how could she have known that there was a bed here?

Chong Yan paused for a moment and touched his heart, which was not beating.

Then he stood up and silently followed behind her.

The young girl, innocent and fragile, was unaware of the numerous crises in the Abyss.

She held the snail-like demon in her hand, playing with it like a bug, while the bug secretly secreted toxic slime.

Whispering sounds filled the air, carrying a deep and malicious intent as they spied on her slender and fearless figure.

Shadows appeared, tentatively reaching out with dark energy toward the young girl.

But in the next moment, all these demons stopped in their tracks.

In the wind and snow, a tall figure with hands hanging down appeared behind the girl.

A familiar and intense feeling of suffocation once again descended, evoking the instinctual fear engraved in the demon’s being from countless millennia, a fear that all demon creatures possessed.

The hidden shadows scattered in an instant, and the heart-like demon in the girl’s hand flattened out, peacefully tied into a bow.

Chong Yan followed in silence until the ruins of a temple appeared in the distance on the desolate plain.

Yet, he suddenly stopped.

His hand, hanging by his side, unconsciously clenched.

Where was she going, and what was she doing there?

Finally, Yao Yao saw a dilapidated temple in the midst of desolation.

The outer pillars had already collapsed halfway, and the towering doors hung precariously, towering and dilapidated, sealed in the wind and snow.

“I have arrived at the mission location.”

Yao Yao still didn’t understand what this temple mission had to do with her.

When playing the game, Chong Yan never left a radius of one mile and had never been to this place before. Yao Yao didn’t even know that such a thing existed here.

But for the sake of the seed, she bravely ventured in, stepping forward.

The temple was large, but due to standing in the cold abyss for too long, the stone slabs and pillars were all frozen and cracked.

Yao Yao looked around and didn’t find anything that could be considered a relic.

She forced the snail-liked demon to transform into a broom and held it, sweeping away the dust in the hall, making it choke and cry out, “Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey.”

She continued walking until she reached the innermost chamber, where Yao Yao only found some bed boards with broken corners, a stone table, and some fallen bones that she couldn’t tell if they belonged to humans or demons.

Where were the relics?

Yao Yao stood with her hands on her hips, looking from left to right, from top to bottom. Then, in a moment when she absentmindedly looked up, she suddenly froze in shock.

The ceiling of the temple arched high, and intricate triple vaults depicted one mural after another, all well-preserved. Starting from thirty thousand years ago, it turned out that this place was where the ancient demons were initially imprisoned.

The vaults were high, and Yao Yao tilted her head back, holding the neck of the magical broom, saying, “Stretch a bit more.”

The snail-liked demon grumbled in its heart but obediently extended outward.

So Yao Yao swept away the cobwebs and dust one by one.

There is a written letters in the ceiling.

—Page one. The ancient god, born with distinguished backgrounds.

–His father was the Azure Dragon Illuminating the Night, and his mother was the Vermilion Phoenix Adorned with Pearls. With such a noble lineage, even in the realm of immortals, it was considered aristocratic.

Yao Yao exclaimed in awe and continued reading.

—Page two. Unfortunately, above him, there was an older brother.

–The Azure Dragon and the Vermilion Phoenix carefully nurtured their eldest son in secrecy for tens of thousands of years, keeping him hidden from others because the eldest son, he has Crippled Dragon Bone, had a twisted body, one blind eye, a weak dragon heart that could stop at any moment. Despite their efforts over tens of thousands of years, the Azure Dragon and the Vermilion Phoenix couldn’t change his condition, leading to a rift between them. However, the Vermilion Phoenix couldn’t bear to see their eldest son suffer so pitifully and thus used ancient forbidden techniques to conceive and give birth to a second child.