His immortal aura in the air was quickly scattered by the wind. When not a trace remained, Er’er, who had been lying in bed, opened her eyes.

Her gaze was clear, without a hint of drowsiness.

She sat up, contentedly stroking the fragrant, soft blanket, then stretched lazily, looking at the formation boundary he had left behind and smiling with a sigh.

So this was how recklessly an immortal behaved when in love. Truly staying here, she could indeed live in peace without worry. Even if the sky fell, it wouldn’t land on her head. No matter how bloody and chaotic the outside world became, she could still lie on the Noble Consort’s couch eating snacks.

But she felt guilty in her heart.

All living beings perishing, immortal sects in ruins, her senior brothers, sisters, and master all dead in this catastrophe. Though granted the power of foresight by Heaven, she had only saved herself. Even if she survived, the rest of her life would not be peaceful.

Stepping lightly through the boundary he had set, Er’er changed into a magnificent purple and gold gown.

Years ago, when her father emperor, and mother empress, sent her to the immortal sect, she had worn this same dress sitting in a palanquin. Her back was straight, her hands properly holding incense before her according to protocol, but she had cried terribly, wailing so loudly that half the mountain could hear her sobs.

“I don’t want to go! I’m just a girl, I can’t save the country!” she had cried hysterically to her father emperor.

Her father emperor, was a kind man, usually fond of holding her on his knee and making her laugh, but on that occasion, his gaze was unusually serious.

“You are an Imperial Princess,” he said. “You were born with responsibilities; you must not belittle yourself.”

Sobbing, she remained defiant: “How can anyone be born with responsibilities? You never asked me…”

“You enjoy the wealth and glory that befits an Imperial Princess, so naturally, there are things an Imperial Princess must do.” After uttering these words, her father still lowered his gaze. “It is your father who is useless. This realm can only fall upon your shoulders.”

“What if I can’t bear it?” Her face was streaked with tears. “You know I can’t even learn embroidery well, and the Imperial Tutor scolds me for my lessons. I’m so stupid…”

“You can do it,” her father interrupted firmly. “You are my daughter. In the future, you will be an extraordinary immortal.”

Tears still hanging on her face, little Er’er stared blankly at her father, ceasing her sobs.

Memories rippled like water; a sigh created waves. Er’er stroked the phoenix embroidery on her skirt, thinking somewhat dejectedly that she truly couldn’t do it back then. Her father had deceived her, making her cultivate immortality merely to save her life.

She had enjoyed the mortal realm’s worship for decades and had already lived an extra eight hundred years.

It was enough.

The boundary Li Ye had placed around the palace held no aggression toward her. Upon sensing the portion of his immortal aura on her, the layers of boundaries became soft as silk, allowing easy passage without being easily detected.

She successfully walked out of the Seven-Colored Mountain.

Zhong Qin was still kneeling at the foot of the mountain. Sensing the immortal aura, she rushed up instantly.

“It’s you?” Recognizing her face, Zhong Qin frowned and stepped back slightly. “Where is the Supreme God?”

Er’er raised an eyebrow, looking her up and down, then said: “He went out.”

Zhong Qin grew somewhat irritated: “I’ve been waiting here for a long time and haven’t seen him leave.”

Walking past her and continuing outward, Er’er said: “With his current cultivation, making you unable to see him is far too easy.”

Following her indignantly, Zhong Qin frowned: “Where are you going now? Everything has already become chaotic. Won’t you help persuade Li Ye to save all living beings?”

Er’er laughed lightly: “Why should he save all living beings? Have they ever treated him well?”

Slightly choked, Zhong Qin glared: “How can you be so selfish! With disaster looming, you still only think of yourself?”

“This is the destined fate of heaven and earth. Li Ye not personally wiping out everything already shows his softened heart.” Er’er shook her head. “I don’t want to force him to do something he cannot do.”

Stamping her foot in anger, Zhong Qin said: “How could he fall for a woman like you? If only he had chosen someone more sensible, things wouldn’t have come to this.”

Ignoring her, Er’er continued walking forward.

Zhong Qin grew annoyed and materialized her magical weapon, intending to attack her. But before she could get close, she was bound by a strand of immortal aura, along with her weapon, tied up tightly like a kite flying behind Er’er.

“What are you doing!” she raged. “Release me!”

Ignoring her completely, Er’er hummed a little tune and continued walking. Soon, she saw the Queen Mother of the West.

As if she had been waiting there for a long time, the Queen Mother looked up at Er’er, her face somewhat haggard.

“Was Her Majesty afraid I wouldn’t come out?” Er’er smiled lightly. “Why wait here so earnestly?”

Shaking her head, the Queen Mother’s face showed not a trace of joy, only looking deeply at her before softly asking: “Have you decided?”

“What is there to decide? There is only one path to take,” Er’er shrugged, speaking nonchalantly. “I trouble Her Majesty to lead the way.”

The “kite” floating behind her was still cursing loudly: “If you have the ability, just kill me directly!”

The Queen Mother looked up at Zhong Qin in confusion. Er’er waved her hand, indicating she needn’t worry: “Just keeping her for courage.”

It was impossible not to be afraid. She feared pain and death. Having something constantly clamoring in her ears was better than traveling in deathly silence.

Stepping onto a traveling cloud, the three of them left the Immortal Island for the Immortal Banquet Platform.

The Door of Life and Death had been left on the Immortal Banquet Platform by Tai Shang Lao Jun. That place was extremely rich in immortal aura, so ghosts and spirits dared not approach, making it a resting place for many wounded immortals.

Zhen Huan Gong was dead, Qian Tian was dead, and Gen Qi was also dead. Now, among the authorities of the major immortal sects, Er’er recognized none. When she and the Queen Mother of the West landed on the Immortal Banquet Platform, unfamiliar faces surrounded them.

She was momentarily dazed, then pressed her lips together.

“What does the Queen Mother intend?” Some immortals recognized Er’er, and their wariness immediately rose.

In an instant, all the surrounding immortals readied their magical weapons.

The Queen Mother of the West hurriedly raised her hand: “Don’t harm her. She has come to save people.”

The Supreme God of the Gen clan glanced at Er’er and said hatefully, “What people can this young girl save? At most, she could be taken hostage to exchange with Li Ye for a few immortal mountains as resting places. It would be better to kill her and vent our anger.”

As the words fell, someone moved extremely fast, their fierce immortal aura bypassing the Queen Mother and striking directly at Er’er’s vital point.

Er’er stood obediently, even smiling slightly, then raised her hand and gently blocked.

The immortal aura was swept aside with a whoosh, exploding on a floating immortal island nearby, immediately shattering the pavilion atop it. With a tremendous sound, countless fragments of tiles and debris rained down.

The surroundings suddenly fell silent for a moment.

Er’er calmly swept her sleeve and continued to stand obediently.

The atmosphere was somewhat awkward. The immortal who had launched the sneak attack sheepishly withdrew his hand, and the glowing magical weapons surrounding them silently dimmed.

With just one move, they could tell they were no match for this young girl.

The Queen Mother of the West shook her head helplessly, too tired to say more, merely turning sideways to gesture an invitation to Er’er.