Chapter 128: If Life Were Only As It Was When We First Met

In the southeast corner of the Secret Realm.

Here, dead trees and long forests are covered in thorns, and the messy wild grass lies flat, concealing secrets unknown to man.

An extremely cold, damp wind blows over the soft, sinking ground, which seems to be trembling in unease.

A massive rift appears in a corner of the sky, as if the abyss is baring its fangs, and dark, oppressive clouds of soldiers fly out; in the sky, one Demon Race after another falls like dumplings.

They are all mid-to-high-level Demon Race with human forms! Not a single low-level Demon Race! Some of them even have faint traces of Dao Rhyme circulating on their bodies!

If any of the Human Race were here, their hearts and souls would surely be shattered.

The Demon Race...

Can actually comprehend the Dao? How is that possible...

In the rift in the firmament, one can see the playful or icy faces of the powerful Demon Race as they gaze down at the Secret Realm beneath their feet, deep greed flashing in their eyes.

Beside them, countless Demon Race are eager to try, jumping into it one after another.

Just at this moment, a dangerous, cold, and desolate ancient aura spreads.

The ground freezes, and frost covers the surface.

A dangerous sound, mixed with sky-piercing ice shards, crashes toward the hand of the Demon Race maintaining the rift.

"The Demon Race... dares to invade my Human Race's Secret Realm?"

The Dao Rhyme contained within the ice shards is extremely dense; if struck directly, even the Demon Race, known for their formidable physical bodies, would likely be left dead or crippled.

Seeing this, the gate-guarding Demon Race hurriedly lets go and grits their teeth to dodge.

The ice shards graze past, and the torn opening shrinks by half in an instant.

Seeing they have been discovered, the powerful Demon Race looks displeased and gazes deeply at the person who appeared.

It is a long-haired youth sitting cross-legged on a Crescent Moon-shaped spiritual platform, his cold and solemn expression mixed with murderous intent.

Almost the moment they see him, the Demon Race guarding here already know who this is.

Ancient Path of Seeking Immortality! Dao Wuji!

"Old thing, you actually chased us to Tianxuan." The seductive Demon Concubine glances at Dao Wuji's empty trouser legs with hatred and turns to order, "Withdraw! Don't fight him!"

"This old thing doesn't have long to live, no need to waste time on him."

They do not wish to have a conflict with Dao Wuji.

After fighting for a long time, all of Dao Wuji's clansmen died at the hands of the Demon Race; he awakened his past-life memories in anger and became a god on the spot, and now he is in the Heavenly Decay.

Unfortunately, the continent he was on has been destroyed.

They thought he would perish along with it, but they did not expect this person to have chased them to Tianxuan.

All the Demon Race do not linger in battle and quickly let go and retreat.

Seeing they do not wish to contend with him, Dao Wuji coughs up two mouthfuls of filthy blood, his aura rises, and his killing intent is boundless.

He presses his lips tight and pursues them with all his might, determined to kill the Demon Race of this realm without hesitation, the flames of hatred burning fiercely in his eyes.

Before leaving, he takes one last look at the closing opening, knits his brows, and ultimately does nothing.

Forget it.

Everyone has their own fate.

Although the Demon Race has infiltrated, the Demon War will eventually descend upon Tianxuan one day; let this be a way for the human cultivators inside to adapt in advance.

His thoughts churn, but his speed does not diminish as he pursues them.

The surging Demon tide comes to an abrupt halt.

On the ground, the bodies of the scattering Demon Race pause.

"Something happened."

The silver-haired woman looks up at the firmament, her brows knitted.

She sits on a throne of white bones, wild roses in bloom and thorns entwined; the tip of her pale foot sways, and the one pulling her carriage is a Demon General, who is actually willing to do so.

Behind her, crowds of handmaidens hold up her phoenix carriage and beasts, traveling with her.

The passing Demon Race all understand and keep their distance.

This is the currently prominent Yu Ji.

There are few in the Demon Realm who have not heard the name of Yu Ji.

She was originally a gift found by other Demon Concubines to offer to the Lord, but she luckily comprehended a Yuling and flew up the branches to become a Phoenix.

Not only did she kill the Demon Concubine who originally brought her, but she also became the master of a Demon General.

The high and mighty Demon General is willing to become her stepping stone.

The fame of Yu Ji spreads far and wide, even more so because of her infinite charm. The Demon Emperor passed on his cultivation to her, exhausting his entire cultivation base.

And, he asked for nothing in return!

All the Demon Race find it unbelievable, yet they cannot deny that this is an absolute fact!

The current Yu Ji is already considered a Supreme Saint by the Human Race!

Truly terrifying! And she is the leader of the three strongest among the Demon Race who came this time.

"If life were only as it was when we first met, why the sorrow of the autumn painted fan..."

Yu Ji, whom outsiders worship, lowers her eyes and gazes at her slender fingers and very powerful knuckles.

A trace of sorrow flashes quickly through her eyes.

That trace of sorrow is soon replaced by coldness.

She cannot waver.

And she cannot lose.

Now, her life no longer belongs to herself.

She must take Dijing Pingyang home.

Even if she must transform into a demon, she has nothing to fear.

In a trance, Yu Ji saw the scene of when she first met the Demon Emperor.

At that time, she was still a lowly concubine of the Demon Race who had just entered the Demon Realm, having luckily gained the favor of a Demon General and been brought by his side to pay respects to one of the four Demon Emperors.

However, that Demon Emperor singled her out by name to stay and meet him.

She was confused and astonished, yet she only maintained a deathly silence.

Becoming a member of the Demon Race, she felt loathing, resentment, and despair, but she could only accept her fate.

However...

The first sentence the Demon Emperor spoke filled her with fear and shock.

His long hair hung down by his sides, his feet were bare, one leg was curled up as he sat on a soft couch, his chest was exposed, and his red robes were not seductive but rather extremely wild and evil, yet only his eyes as he looked at her...

Were as peaceful as spring water.

He said: "Ruowei, you are called Ruowei, right? Do not be afraid, I am Pingyang, Dijing Pingyang; you may call me Dijing."

Dijing Pingyang!

Yu Ji... no, Yu Ruowei felt her heart pounding wildly at that moment, terrified that she had not hidden her abnormality and would be discovered.

She dared not respond, and could only lower her head to show her humility.

But the Demon Emperor spoke with a smile.

"I know, you do not need to speak; I can read minds."

Mind reading!

She was even more terrified, and coupled with the fact that Dijing Pingyang had called her name at the start, Yu Ruowei suddenly panicked.

She had almost forgotten!

It was widely rumored that Dijing Pingyang possessed heaven-reaching means, and even more so, he had a pair of Double Pupils that could look up into the past and down into the future!

He absolutely... had peered into her memories when they first met! "I am very sorry, I looked at your memories without permission."

His voice was gentle, as if he had truly read Yu Ruowei's inner thoughts, and he walked down from the soft couch, pacing around Yu Ruowei step by step.

"You do not need to answer me, it is just that I am too joyful, I am too joyful!"

"I have been sinking in the Demon Realm for a thousand years, and I have finally waited for you; Ruowei, take me home."

Afterwards...

A look of sorrow flashed across Yu Ruowei's face.

She learned all the secrets of Dijing Pingyang, and even more so, she knew why he, who was rumored to have achieved Ascension, was in the Demon Realm.

And she, she obtained all of Dijing Pingyang's cultivation, and also...

The remains of Dijing Pingyang.

Now the Demon Realm is divided, and she is the newly emerged fourth Demon Emperor.

Unfortunately, it is limited only to Tianxuan.

The sorrow in her expression faded, turning back into frost like a cold mountain, and she leaned against the bone throne, her face full of weariness, and closed her eyes.

She will win.

She will definitely win.

For her father, for Dijing Pingyang.

(End of chapter)