Chapter 119.2

Xu Qianyu asked, “Took them away? Where did they take them?”
Shenchong’s leaf flapped slightly. “I don’t know. If it could see, it wouldn’t be a residual soul, would it? You fool.”

After Xu Qianyu gave him a glare, Shenchong quietly lay down.
At this moment, the lotus pattern on the token began to glow. Because Xu Qianyu had shouted, soon two disciples from the Tianshan Sect and three from the Qianlong Sect responded. From their descriptions, it seemed they had all fallen into the sea’s whirlpool and entered the same desert, but they hadn’t seen each other.

It seemed that within the Demon Domain, disciples could still communicate with each other, but they couldn’t send messages outside.

However, the spiritual veins on the Qianlong disciples’ side still had slight spiritual energy, and the Tianshan disciples also had spiritual energy. Su Mingyu suggested there was also spiritual energy here and asked them to report their positions.
“They don’t seem to want to meet up,” Su Mingyu said after ending the conversation. “There’s some wariness in their words.”

Yun Chu remarked, “This is understandable. There’s always competition between sects. If we go there, there won’t be enough spiritual energy for everyone.”

Tu Zhuang remained silent, looking somewhat melancholic. She knew she wasn’t well liked, but she hadn’t expected the bonds of their sect to be so weak. When Su Mingyu mentioned her, the two Tianshan disciples refused to come find her.

Xu Qianyu glanced at her and said, “What’s the harm? We can also find a place with spiritual energy and settle down to plan.”

They left immediately. She remembered the location marked on the piece of paper left by her senior brother and wasn’t worried. But before taking out the paper, she recalled the note that warned her to be cautious of Yun Chu.

She knew that Yun Chu’s master, Elder Yi, was a subordinate of the Supreme Elder, who had been refining pills for him for years. There was an underlying conflict between Lao Wang Ba and Xu Binglai, but she didn’t understand what Yun Chu’s stance was. Perhaps she could test him a little.
“Yun Chu,” she turned to him and asked, “Can you open your Heavenly Eye and determine the source of the spiritual energy?”

Using spells required spiritual energy. Yun Chu glanced at her face, paused, and then said quietly, “Alright.”

His Heavenly Eye opened on his forehead, his eyes slightly closed as he observed the natural phenomena, and then pointed to a spot.

It was the same as the location marked on the map by her senior brother. There was no hidden agenda, confirming that the information on the paper was accurate.

Xu Qianyu said nothing, took a gathering spirit talisman from the mustard seed gold bead, and handed it to Yun Chu.

Su Mingyu was comforting the downcast Tu Zhuang, while Lin Shuyue lingered at the back of the group, looking preoccupied.
She took a spirit butterfly from her sleeve, intact and undamaged.

She recalled the scene of You Yin throwing the spirit butterfly at her, his face dark, and the clear marks of peach blossoms on his arms from when he had rolled up his sleeves. The unspoken explanation—was he trying to clarify that he didn’t have a Dao companion?
Perhaps she had truly misunderstood. It had been a dark, windy night, and she might not have seen clearly.

Earlier, during the conversation with the disciples of Tianshan scattered in the Demon Domain, she listened intently but didn’t hear You Yin’s voice. If the mission had gone smoothly and they never met again, she wouldn’t feel any psychological burden. But now, with the group scattered and no knowledge of whether they were alive or dead, for some reason, her heart felt heavy with guilt.

Though she knew it might not be useful, Lin Shuyue hesitated for a moment and wrote a sentence “Are you still alive?”
She released the spirit butterfly, her heart filled with melancholy, wondering where it would fly.

You Yin knelt on the broken warship. A spirit butterfly flew toward him, and he instinctively caught it. When he saw the writing, he froze.
He despised Lin Shuyue and never wanted to see her again in this life. But watching her fall into the sea with no trace, the sharp hatred seemed to fade in the face of life and death.

Now, seeing these words, for some reason, his throat felt dry, and he exhaled.
But after confirming she was safe, other dark emotions returned. What did this mean? Was she trying to seduce him again? Had she sent one to everyone? This woman really had no shame, still trying to flirt with male cultivators at the moment of life and death.

You Yin: “Oh, you’re still alive?”
As soon as he sent it, he regretted it, thinking his reply might be too malicious. What if she was asking for help?
If not, he thought Lin Shuyue wouldn’t reply anymore.

So be it. As long as she was alive, that was enough. It had been a karmic tie, and they probably wouldn’t meet again.

You Yin looked up, his gaze complicated. Shen Suwei sat in front, his clothes flowing, his black hair spread down his straight back on the deck, shining with a brilliant luster in the sunlight. Beside him was a silver-leaf-like sword covered in cold light.

Other cultivators were uneasy, pacing back and forth on the deck, checking where the ship was heading. Shen Suwei, however, sat quietly, like a killer calmly awaiting death, his back indifferent.
Earlier, You Yin had witnessed him pushing all his sect members into the sea, and many other disciples had fallen with them. In the chaos, You Yin grabbed his roommate, Mu Xiu, who was about to fall, and said, “I’ll pull you up.”

Mu Xiu choked, “That’s great, Qing He is still waiting for me at the sect.”
The next moment, Shen Suwei thrust his sword through the hands Mu Xiu and You Yin were holding, and Mu Xiu screamed as he was pulled into the vortex. You Yin’s eyes went red, drawing his sword to face Shen Suwei, who gave him a cold look and said, “Do you want to join them?”
You Yin replied, “Of course not!”
Shen Suwei ignored him. In the expression of the other, You Yin sensed something.

After seeing Lin Shuyue’s message, You Yin was more certain that the vortex might be a formation, and there were likely opportunities below. He felt somewhat relieved that at least his fellow disciple Mu Xiu was temporarily alive.
But what about the people on the ship?
The sun blazed fiercely on the rolling golden waves, and Shen Suwei stared at the sea, quietly fiddling with the communication wood plate in his hand.

Xu Binglai had given him the order to kill the Demon Domain Lord, Fu Shao.
Although Fu Shao had once claimed to be the “lord of the Demon Domain,” he was still a cultivator and maintained some formalities with the Immortal Sect. But now Fu Shao was showing signs of entering the nightmare state. If he lost control and became demonized, he and his hundred ghost servants would pose a huge threat to the immortal sect and the human realm.
The plan was to kill him before he lost control.

Shen Suwei was all too familiar with the dangers of the Demon Domain, for in his past life, he had undertaken the same mission. Most of the disciples who went to the Demon Domain perished, with him being the one in ten who survived. His “realm” had shattered in that battle.
At that time, Fu Shao used the sea mist to create a mirage-like false Demon Domain, like a wild beast hiding among trees, opening its bloody mouth to wait for its prey. The warship sailed into it and was attacked.

Ironically, the disciples who had fallen into the sea during the turbulence of the ship had mostly survived.

The vortex that had capsized the warship was later proven to be a teleportation array drawn by the Dragon Clan, intended to stop the disciples from entering the trap.

The notation he had given to Xu Qianyu was based on descriptions from surviving disciples in his past life.

However, the world had changed, and relying on past details was unreliable. He had resolutely pushed Xu Qianyu and the others into the vortex for another reason.
At the moment he grabbed Xu Qianyu, he had glimpsed a future scene where no one would come to their rescue.

He wasn’t sure if Fu Lingsha’s divine eye was real, but he had indeed seen the future.
This was his fourth divine ability, awakened after transcending the judge, resurrection, and infinite realms. The inscription was an eye obscured by clouds, and he guessed it was related to seeing the future.

At the same time, a part of his past life memories surged into his mind. It turned out that he had also awakened this divine power in his previous life.
In his memories, the master had taken in a new disciple, who was actually Lu You. The master held Lu You’s hand and, in front of hundreds of disciples, confronted Xu Qianyu, scolding her for taking matters into her own hands and locking up Lu You, who had no spiritual roots, in the discipline hall, causing the younger sister to be injured.

Lu You held onto the master’s sleeve and said, “It’s fine.”
It was at this moment that Shen Suwei awakened this emblem.
Lu You’s face was pale, and she was on the verge of fainting. He saw the fate energy swaying with her, changing and flowing, and he also saw Xu Qianyu in the snow, barely alive, on the brink of death. His heart shook, and he flew over to catch Lu You.

The flow of fate energy halted, and those illusions quickly disappeared.
Once the protective spell ended, Lu You successfully gained spiritual roots, but Shen Suwei still couldn’t understand what had happened.

When he looked up, he saw Xu Qianyu standing in the crowd, looking at him from afar.
Her expression was stubborn, her eyes as bright as two balls of black mercury. When she saw him holding Lu You, the light in her eyes instantly extinguished. She lowered her gaze, her lashes covering her emotions, but her lips pressed tightly together, remaining silent.

At that moment, his heart felt like ice, and his gaze slid past her face. For some reason, his chest suddenly ached with a twisting pain.

…
Until now, Shen Suwei seemed to still feel that pain. In the realm, he watched as a pile of combs, ear pendants, and beautiful clothes were taken out of Xu Qianyu’s mustard seed golden bead and gathered together.

He didn’t know why she brought these things out on an adventure.
He held the butterfly hairpin in his hand, seemingly feeling again the embrace she had cautiously given him from behind. Closing his eyes, his heart wondered if he should not have separated from Xu Qianyu.

Strangely enough, he never used to think about these things before a battle.
To him, the safety of his junior sister was the most important. He considered others’ concerns, focused only on the results, and never cared about how the other person felt.
This was not a good omen. Once hesitation took hold, there were attachments.

You Yin suddenly said, “There’s something ahead!”
Chu Linfeng, quite combative, his blue hair blowing in the wind, seemed very excited. “Come on! Kill him!”
Shen Suwei opened his eyes, his gaze bright, focusing ahead.

The warship slowly floated into a thick mist of water ahead, as if entering another world, one with a different color: a warship, damaged like half a beast’s corpse, transformed into a sharp, pointed flatboat, drifting on a calm lake.
Ripples spread, pushing a lake full of flower petals.

Around them, low hills undulated. There were rows of single-story houses on the mountain, with peach trees in front, all hidden in the ethereal mist, looking real yet illusory, like ink paintings. The air was fragrant, and in the distance, faint bells from a Qiang village drifted over.

On the winding mountain path, the trees rustled. A seven or eight-year-old boy, his hair unbound, had a cold expression as he walked and ran, chasing after a ball made of fur.
You Yin’s voice softened considerably. “Is this… the Demon Realm?”
Shen Suwei picked up his sword. “It’s all mirages.”