Chi Shui Chong watched them from a distance, transforming a jade-white celestial pestle about eight feet long in his hand.

Since becoming the Realm Master, Chi Shui Chong had not fought anyone for a long time, so after such a long interval, people once again saw him reveal his magical weapon.

It was a Soul-Chasing Pestle, capable of shattering souls.

Waves of Sanskrit sounds surged from the Soul-Chasing Pestle, as if resonating beside one’s ears, causing a buzzing sensation. These sounds only harmed demons, and the demons’ faces turned ugly as they clutched their heads.

The Soul-Chasing Pestle activated the innate demonic nature within all demons. Their eyes gradually turned red, and their gazes became cold and fierce. Even Yan Chaosheng was the same.

“Mountain Lord, let’s go. If we don’t leave now, it will be too late.”

Yan Chaosheng gritted his teeth: “Let’s go, Liu Shuang. Let’s go!”

Having lost half his core, Yan Chaosheng had no chance of defeating Chi Shui Chong. If he wanted to survive, he should have let go of Liu Shuang, but the gates of the Heavenly Palace were right before his eyes, just a short distance away. How could he resign himself to leaving?

He endured the pain of the Sanskrit sounds piercing his lungs and heart, intending to transform into his true form and forcibly break out with Liu Shuang.

His stubborn determination to fight to the death thoroughly angered Chi Shui Chong. If Yan Chaosheng transformed into his true form, at least some of the immortals present today would die or be injured.

Chi Shui Chong flew forward, the Soul-Chasing Pestle descending with enormous force.

Just as it was about to fall on Yan Chaosheng’s chest, a white figure—that petite female silhouette—embraced Yan Chaosheng, shielding him.

Chi Shui Chong was shocked and tried to withdraw the Soul-Chasing Pestle, but it was already too late.

However, Yan Chaosheng reacted even faster than him. Almost instantly, without hesitation, he hugged Liu Shuang and turned around, using his own back to take the blow.

He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and looked down at the person in his arms, saying hoarsely: “Liu Shuang, are you not…” Are you not hurt?

But he couldn’t finish the sentence because the answer came in the form of an ice-crystal jade blade piercing through his chest. Liu Shuang knew she had to act. If she didn’t, allowing Chi Shui Chong to strike, Yan Chaosheng wouldn’t even have the chance to sleep in the Wuwang Sea—he would die here.

Only if she activated the formation and sealed Yan Chaosheng in the Wuwang Sea would he have a slim chance of survival.

She had originally intended to shield him from the Soul-Chasing Pestle’s strike, since she still had Yan Chaosheng’s heart scale. However, she hadn’t expected Yan Chaosheng’s reaction to be so quick—protecting her had become almost instinctive for him.

As he repositioned their bodies, her ice-crystal jade blade had already simultaneously pierced his body.

The weapon forged in the ancient Shennong Cauldron was so tough that it directly penetrated his chest cavity, drawing out the fresh blood from his heart.

The formation in the Heavenly Palace was activated. Golden patterns spread from beneath Yan Chaosheng’s feet in concentric circles like ripples on water, until they covered the entire hall. A golden divine seal rose in the air.

Not only were all the demons shocked, but the immortals were also stunned.

No one had expected such a formation to already be laid in the Heavenly Palace.

Yan Chaosheng asked softly: “Why?”

Liu Shuang released her grip on the ice-crystal jade blade and stepped back from his embrace.

Chi Shui Chong laughed: “Vile beast, did you think my Kung Sang’s young lord would favor you? Luring you here today was nothing but a trap.”

Hearing Chi Shui Chong’s words, Liu Shuang initially wanted to say something but ultimately remained silent. Chi Shui Chong wasn’t wrong—today’s events were indeed just a trap.

Yan Chaosheng tilted his head slightly and said softly: “To kill me?” Fresh blood flowed from his mouth, staining his collar red, the pain in his eyes terrible to behold.

Fu Hang, ignoring all resistance, rushed down from Qing Luan’s back, shouting hoarsely: “Mountain Lord!”

But no matter how hard Fu Hang tried, he couldn’t enter the formation.

Liu Shuang no longer looked at Yan Chaosheng. The Fu Xi Seal floated out from her sleeve, making the formation even clearer as it rose around the Heavenly Palace. The golden divine seal covered every inch of ground, firmly trapping Yan Chaosheng.

“Chi Shui Liu Shuang, you never intended to leave with me, did you?”

The white-robed immortal maiden opened her eyes, the ice-blue feather flower on her forehead dazzling. She looked at him, her hands forming the seal without the slightest tremor, and gritted her teeth to answer him: “Correct.”

Hearing her answer, Yan Chaosheng laughed loudly, though a tear of blood rolled from his eye, falling onto the golden divine seal at his feet.

It spread, bit by bit.

Liu Shuang controlled the Fu Xi Divine Seal. In the Heavenly Palace, a crack silently appeared. Beneath the crack was the Wuwang Sea, connected by the formation.

With his heart pierced by the jade blade and the divine seal’s light growing intense, Yan Chaosheng couldn’t transform into his true form. In the Wuwang Sea, it was as if a hand was trying to drag him in. He collapsed helplessly within the divine seal.

Qing Luan sensed something and let out a mournful cry. Fu Hang’s eyes turned bloodshot as he frantically tried to smash the divine seal.

“Chi Shui Liu Shuang, no, don’t do this to him!”

Liu Shuang pressed her lips together, wanting to turn and leave.

But her skirt was caught by Yan Chaosheng. He didn’t look at anyone else, lying prostrate on the ground, his blood-red eyes fixated stubbornly on her.

“Tell me, Chi Shui Liu Shuang, tell me, did you ever love me, even for a moment?”

Liu Shuang lowered her eyes to look at him.

The great wind from the Wuwang Sea of the Wilderness Abyss, carrying a fishy smell, made her robes flutter. She gazed at him, recalling herself seven hundred years later—that desperate, heart-crushed, pitiful self. She remembered the day she died under heavenly lightning, telling herself never to pity Yan Chaosheng again, never to love him. Her fingers tightened gradually: “Never.”

Yan Chaosheng’s fresh blood stained the immortal palace formation beneath him. He sneered: “Yet I believed you might love me…”

The immortals hadn’t expected the conflict to end this way. No longer fearful or apprehensive, they looked at the blood-soaked Yan Chaosheng in the divine seal and said contemptuously: “They say demons have heart scales that are indestructible and can block ten thousand blades. Looking at him today, it seems that’s not the case.”

But Yan Chaosheng seemed not to hear their mockery. The Wuwang Sea dragged at him as he slowly released Liu Shuang’s clothing. His pupils dilated as he murmured words no one could understand: “Just one more month until spring arrives in the human realm. When spring comes, when spring comes…”

On Liu Shuang’s neck, the jade bead forged from the heart scale burned hot intermittently, scorching her with pain. She averted her gaze. Somehow, seeing this dying young demon lord, still thinking of the coming spring, for a moment, she felt a stinging in her eyes. She gritted her teeth, telling herself it was fine—she was only sealing him, just like the great demons in the Demon Suppression Tower. He would have a chance to wake up one day.

“Heaven and Earth, Qian and Kun, Eight Wildernesses drawing spiritual energy, Wilderness Abyss as the boundary, Wuwang Sea open!”

Qing Luan wailed mournfully, and Fu Hang crashed against the divine seal.

However, just when everyone thought Yan Chaosheng would be sucked into the Wuwang Sea and sealed, as he lay in the pool of blood, his body began to dissipate inch by inch.

The Wuwang Sea howled, its cold wind chilling Liu Shuang to the bone. The Fu Xi Divine Seal, losing its master’s control, suddenly fell to the ground.

“How can this be?”

She rushed forward, wanting to hold onto Yan Chaosheng, but watched helplessly as his body instantly collapsed, his soul scattering into the world.

Shao You also realized something was wrong and quickly flew forward to pull Liu Shuang back. A moment later, and it would have been her falling into the Wuwang Sea, imprisoned by the Wilderness Abyss.

“Liu Shuang, don’t go near!”

“Shao You, I didn’t want to kill him, I didn’t want to kill him…”

Seeing Liu Shuang’s body unnaturally cold, Shao You said softly: “I know. Don’t be afraid. I know you didn’t want to kill him.”

To take Yan Chaosheng’s heart blood without harming his soul, she had specifically borrowed the ice-crystal jade blade from him, yet Yan Chaosheng still died. Shao You knew she never intended to kill him—she had even tried to save his life. Otherwise, there would have been more cruel methods to extract heart blood than using the ice-crystal jade blade.

Even Chi Shui Chong, seeing the current situation, frowned.

The Fu Xi Seal’s formation should only severely injure a person, sealing them in the Wuwang Sea without the power to resist. How could it destroy someone’s soul?

Among all present, only Mi Chu lowered her head, a flash of understanding crossing her eyes. So that was it.

Severely wounded under Feng Fuming’s divine sword, Yan Chaosheng had only been hanging onto his last breath. Yet despite such pain, he never made a sound, disguising it so well that, even fought Bai Yuxiao.

The Fu Xi Divine Seal was specifically for killing demons and monsters. Even though this wasn’t a killing formation, it was enough to take his last breath. Under the severe wounds from two great divine weapons, no one could endure—naturally, his soul scattered.

Chi Shui Chong withdrew the divine seal and closed the formation. Everything returned to calm.

When Bai Zhuixu died, the human realm experienced a great snowfall, but Yan Chaosheng’s dissipation left nothing behind.

They say demons are impure, yet Yan Chaosheng’s death was as clean as a piercing wind—after the wind passed, not a trace remained.

Only a well-protected, blood-stained cosmic pouch fell to the ground. It was the thing he had protected best, so much so that even in death, with his body shattered, it remained.

Liu Shuang picked it up.

Her mind was blank. That cosmic pouch contained a truth she dared not touch.

Shao You also realized something and said with grief in his heart: “Liu Shuang, don’t look.”

But she had already opened the cosmic pouch. Inside was a purple wedding dress—a demon tribe wedding dress, as beautiful as clouds and mist.

In the sacred Heavenly Palace, it didn’t appear demonic or dirty at all—it was extremely beautiful.

The cosmic pouch was covered in Yan Chaosheng’s blood, yet the dress remained spotlessly clean.

Looking at this exquisite purple wedding dress, she could almost guess how carefully Yan Chaosheng had prepared before setting out for Kung Sang, placing all his cherished intentions into it.

Today was also supposed to be the day Yan Chaosheng had prepared for their wedding. He had even brought the wedding dress, defying the world to bring her back to the Demon Palace, to bring her home.

Liu Shuang hugged the wedding dress. A droplet fell to the ground and dissipated into mist.

She was stunned for a long time. Touching her cheek, she realized that at some point, she had begun to cry.

With Yan Chaosheng dead, the remaining demons, despite their grief and hatred, understood that if they didn’t leave, they would all die here.

They pulled away the still frantically advancing Qing Luan, which had somehow shrunk to the size of a sparrow and fainted. A demon tucked it into his pocket: “Let’s go. Get Fu Hang and leave quickly. The master is gone.”

Immortal soldiers blocked their path.

“Yan Chaosheng is dead. Do you think you can escape?”

The immortal soldiers raised their weapons. Today, they would surely kill all these demons here.

The outcome was no longer in doubt. The demons knew they probably wouldn’t make it back to the Demon Palace. In any case, the Mountain Lord was dead. At worst, they would die in battle at the Heavenly Palace today. They would not disgrace the Mountain Lord and the demon tribe, nor would they kneel and beg these people for mercy again.

At that moment, Liu Shuang said, “Let them go.”

The immortal soldiers looked uncertainly at their pale-faced young lord. Chi Shui Chong’s face also darkened: “Liu Shuang, don’t be willful.”

“I said, let them go!”