—Page three. The mural depicted a silver-white young creature.

–Born with a dragon’s body, but with bat wings, and grew demon claws and horns. Among the crowd of Azure Dragons and Golden Dragons, it wore a silver-white patterned scale that was considered ominous. Thus, it became a deformed dragon mocked and isolated by all of its kind, neither god nor demon, nor belonging to its own race.

Yao Yao tightened her grip on the magical demon broom, her previously relaxed mood suddenly replaced by a bad premonition.

—Page four. The Vermilion Phoenix didn’t care about the deformity of their youngest child because his spine was intact, and his eyes were normal. Moreover, the most important purpose of the Vermilion Phoenix using the ancient forbidden techniques had already been achieved. This conceived demon fetus had two hearts.

–The god-demon had rarely received attention since childhood because his elder brother often fainted. He was obedient and endured being scaled and burned by his own kind without uttering a word of pain. Just like any ordinary neglected cub in a family, he believed that being well-behaved would earn him a little love.

—Page five. The young god-demon grew into adulthood.

–On the day of his adulthood, the heavens and the earth were harmonious, as if something joyous event was about to happen. He hid outside the clan and carefully plucked a flower. Indeed, from that day onwards, the firstborn son of the Azure Dragon and Vermilion Phoenix, his elder brother, emerged and soared through the nine heavens, possessing immense divine power, becoming known throughout the world.

–Meanwhile, the young god-demon held a blood-stained red flower and, on his adulthood day, had his spine peeled, his right eye gouged, and his one heart cut out.

–Covered in blood, he lay in a pool of it, gazing at his mother’s outstretched hand. Instinctively, he leaned his head against her palm.

–However, the moment her palm touched his scalp, a crimson phoenix fire penetrated his meridians and transformed into a blue flame mark, freezing his last remaining heart. Subsequently, he and his followers were banished from the nine heavens, plummeting into the desolate and forsaken Abyss.

–The gods only needed a healthy son, not a tainted past. But he still had a heart, which could be used if something happened to his firstborn.

–Thus, he was sealed in ice here and lived quietly for thirty thousand years.

No one knew what he had done during those thirty thousand years.

Until a few days ago, he suddenly broke through the ancient blood array, and no one knew why. Afterward, the male protagonist emerged, framing him for his crimes, portraying him as a terrifying figure, and slaughtering him under the guise of righteousness.

Finally, Yao Yao suddenly realized the connection between this mission and her identity.

Surely it was because she, too, was a tool for the male protagonist’s persecution of the ancient god-demon, which was why she was allowed to see all this.

She brushed away the floating dust, allowing the sealed murals to once again reveal the light that had fallen into the abyss. The mission had been completed. In her hands, she now held a blood spirit pearl and a seed.

Yao Yao felt a wave of sadness. Although she had suffered from illness throughout her life, she had grown up in the love of her parents. She understood that children couldn’t choose their own birth or parents, so she understood that the ancient demon had never done anything wrong.

Was there anyone in this world who treated him kindly?

Had anyone ever accompanied him?

Yao Yao tightened her grip on the things in her hands.

The seed, for the little demon.

The spirit pearl, for the god-demon.

She wanted to go and find it.

Chong Yan stood outside the temple.

His blank pale eye was aching, making it difficult for him to see ahead.

Amidst the blur, the young girl emerged.

She walked out from the place that recorded every ugly mark on his body.

Chong Yan silently watched her.

She approached slowly, seemingly lost in thought, about to brush past him.

Chong Yan clenched his hand by his side.

Then, as if suddenly coming back to her senses, she quickly stopped and steadied herself. “Chong Yan, this is for you.”

She entrusted him with a rose seed.

Chong Yan lowered his gaze and then raised it again. “And you?”

It seemed like a farewell.

Yao Yao held the Blood Spirit Pearl in her hand. Each pearl could be exchanged for a flying sword, or if she collected seven, she could intercept the Demon-Slaying Divine Dragon Spine Sword that the male protagonist desired. But…

“I want to find that big, white demon.”

Chong Yan froze.

After a long while, he asked in a hoarse voice, “Why do you want to find him?”

“Because,” Yao Yao pondered.

“He’s in pain.”

Yao Yao put on her blue soul anchoring nail and followed its direction to find him.

She didn’t know many people in her lifetime, and her interactions were limited. Her world was clean, either black or white. Sometimes she cried, sometimes she laughed, but her emotions were pure.

She didn’t believe that humans and demons had to be enemies, nor did she believe that anyone was inherently evil. She felt sorry for those who were suffering, so she wanted to do something.

Even though she didn’t know if the god-demon would see her or if he would be friendly.

A small figure walked in the wind and snow for a long time.

This time, Chong Yan did not follow her.

In Yao Yao’s hands, there was a Blood Spirit Pearl, so she wasn’t afraid of other cruel devils.

However, everything was covered in a vast expanse of white. The ground was white, the sky was white, and even the mountain in front of her was white.

Where could it be?

Yao Yao walked around with the Soul Anchoring Nail in her hand, but in the end, she sighed, feeling that she probably wouldn’t be able to find it.

Well, after being beaten by the disciples of the Wuji Sect with six Soul Anchoring Nail arranged in a formation, it wouldn’t want to see her again after the only time it resisted and was ruthlessly forced back into the demon realm.

But just as Yao Yao sighed and turned around, a bright light suddenly appeared behind her.

She turned her head and found that within the sea of ice and mist, the white mountain had opened an eye. Its amber-colored circular pupil, like a piece of translucent glass, illuminated her shadow.

Yao Yao looked up.

The ancient god-demon was covered in a thick layer of ice and snow, concealing its twisted spine resembling a crawling reptile, its tattered feathers, and its broken claws. It half-concealed itself, feeling that this way seemed somewhat dignified.

Yao Yao looked up at it.

So big, so tall that it almost reached the clouds, making her feel a bit dizzy.

Yao Yao still had an instinctual fear in the presence of such a giant creature.

However, the ancient god-demon slowly, slowly lowered its head in front of her.

Snowflakes fell softly.

It seemed like a silver-white dog that had finally found its owner and lowered its head.

Yao Yao blinked.

And then, her small hand held onto its large claw.