Feng Miaojun had tried true fire, and divine techniques, and even pierced it with the Star Heaven Awl, yet it hadn’t sustained the slightest damage. However, as soon as the bead entered the cauldron, it suddenly dissolved, like a tiny snowball thrown onto a scorching hot plate, rapidly melting away with a faint hissing sound.

What it released was a translucent green liquid that looked like the finest emerald jade melted in the cauldron, bubbling and churning. Feng Miaojun and Yun Ya were close enough to smell its crisp, refreshing fragrance.

The scent cleared the mind and uplifted the spirit.

Yun Ya was moved and whispered, “This is spirit liquid!”

Spiritual energy could nourish all things, and when concentrated to a certain degree, it would liquefy into spirit liquid, also called jade nectar, which naturally had the marvelous effect of cleansing the marrow and transforming tendons.

A demon who obtained a single drop would increase their cultivation, while an ordinary mortal who got even one drop would instantly experience such excessive nourishment that they would explode and die. This substance was incredibly precious—even in the era before the world’s great changes when spiritual energy was abundant, it was extremely rare, let alone now.

The green bead completely dissolved in an instant. Though small in size, the green liquid it released continued to rise until it filled half the cauldron before stopping.

The Yan King, who had been standing motionless, suddenly turned to look, his eyes hollow.

Feng Miaojun glanced at him, then suddenly placed the altar in Yun Ya’s arms: “Since it’s an altar, it does need sufficient sacrifices to activate—that part wasn’t wrong.”

“But,” she smiled, looking at the pattern on the cauldron’s body, “this deity governs the power of living beings. Using living creatures for blood sacrifice can’t possibly please them.”

This jade bead was the correct way to open the altar. After recovering the chaos demon’s memories, her understanding of the deity was much deeper than the Yan King’s.

As she spoke, Yun Ya had already placed his heart, along with the embedded stone heart, into the altar.

With this single action, the stone heart automatically separated from the human heart and began to roll in the green liquid.

With each turn, its volume seemed to expand slightly.

Anyone with eyes could see that it was rapidly growing, or rather, self-repairing, under the nourishment of the spirit liquid.

Everyone was overjoyed, even Yun Ya stared without blinking, but Feng Miaojun’s attention wasn’t entirely focused on this.

At the same time, the long-dormant heart suddenly contracted.

Although the beat was extremely weak, to Feng Miaojun who was holding her breath in anticipation, this movement was like spring thunder!

It had regained vitality.

Feng Miaojun’s vision suddenly blurred, her nose tingled, and her voice choked. With great effort, she uttered a few words: “There’s hope!”

If it could be revived, then Yun Ya’s life—and hers—could still be saved!

She could feel her own heart pounding; the joy was so intense it made her entire chest ache.

Yes, it had stopped beating because its vitality had been taken by the stone heart. But the spirit liquid in the altar was incredibly potent, not only nourishing the stone heart but also infusing Yun Ya’s heart with immense vitality.

Compared to the stone heart, the spiritual energy it absorbed was negligible.

Feng Miaojun gathered her composure with difficulty and said softly, “We need a little time.”

Yun Ya grasped her hand, and both saw boundless joy in each other’s eyes.

This was what it meant to find life in the face of death.

The Yan King suddenly charged forward, both alarmed and enraged: “What are you doing! The Realm God must not be released!”

His voice was somewhat shrill, completely different from the Yan King’s deep tone. Nu Ba blocked his path dutifully, knowing that it was the chaos demon speaking in anger.

The chaos demon tribe had regained their freedom and hoped to expand their influence in the future; they certainly didn’t want the Realm God to awaken and restrict them.

Nu Ba moved to intercept, and they let her land a heavy punch in the chest.

As the Yan King coughed blood and retreated, the chaos demons escaped from his seven orifices, transforming back into shadows darker than ink, lunging toward Yun Ya with lightning speed!

Years ago, when the Realm God took action, though they successfully subdued and sealed the chaos demon tribe, they suffered great damage, with only a loquat-sized core remaining of their stone heart, the source of their life. Now, under the altar’s influence, the time needed to absorb the spirit liquid was reduced to one-tenth, but it still hadn’t fully recovered.

There was still time to prevent it from reappearing in the world!

At that moment, Yun Ya grabbed Feng Miaojun’s hand and said, “Come with me!”

The shadow was about to reach them, almost touching the two. Yun Ya held Feng Miaojun and suddenly leaned backward.

Just one lean.

The chaos demons pounced, black smoke swirling, then passed through their figures as if they were immaterial.

They stood there, but without physical bodies, only two images slowly fading.

“An illusion?” The chaos demons were also startled. “No, not an illusion!” They excelled at tracking human souls without relying on sight—how could illusions deceive them?

Usually, passing through bodies as if they were nothing was their specialty, yet today they witnessed this with two flesh-and-blood bodies, which was truly strange.

Nu Ba looked twice, then suddenly tilted her head: “Entering the azure void.” She had no way to deal with this number of chaos demons and simply stood still.

The cultivators who had scattered and fled earlier found that neither the chaos demons nor the Yan King were pursuing them anymore, which eased their minds, and they turned back to look.

Entering the azure void meant being beyond the harm of the current world. She had heard of this innate talent, but it was only that—a talent, not a divine technique. Divine techniques were acquired through cultivation, while talents were inborn.

Why could Yun Ya enter the azure void? Was he born with this gift?

“This divine technique is truly remarkable,” Feng Miaojun merely exclaimed in amazement, without time to think further. She pushed him down, then reached to retrieve his heart and placed it back into his chest cavity.

Time was too pressing.

At this moment, the two seemed to be in a void, able to observe the actions of Nu Ba, the chaos demons, and the cultivators, yet distinctly aware that they were separate from them—like someone looking through a mirror at everything inside.

Between them and the current world was an invisible, thin “mirror surface,” and the chaos demons couldn’t enter this space.

“It’s not a divine technique,” Yun Ya moved his fingers, and Feng Miaojun noticed that he held a white hair over three inches long between his fingertips, which was emitting wisps of blue smoke. “It’s a borrowed talent.”

After the earth-shattering chaos in his sea of consciousness, Yun Ya’s spirit and body were equally weakened, his handsome face so pale it seemed almost transparent: “This is a tail hair from the divine beast Ditao. Before it burns out, it can temporarily lend me the talent of entering the azure void.”

As expected of the dragon clan, they had accumulated many treasures. She knew that Ditao was the most unique demon from ancient times, with divine powers comparable to gods, yet it never interfered in any worldly conflicts and instead preferred to resolve grudges and reach the ears of heaven, thus also known as the benevolent beast and considered auspicious.

Feng Miaojun had no time to envy or question further; the white hair was burning too quickly, and they had to hurry. She worked without pause: “Why didn’t you ask for a few more back then?” They could have held on longer.