In the eyes of worldly people, Blood Corpse Jade Makeup is merely a corpse, just a tool long since unable to bear emotions, a weapon, even her hand-raised successor thinks so.
However, he does not think this way.
All emotions and desires are true self; crying and laughter are real, love and hate are true, infatuation is genuine.
Blood Corpse Jade Makeup is Yuzhuang’s final frame, the image of time frozen, and this image is enough to condense his true feelings.
Since his true feelings are real, Blood Corpse Jade Makeup is not a tool, a weapon, but a living existence.
What does the truth of the world matter?
What matters is the truth in his eyes!
"If I align my heart with the heavenly heart.
Then what is the heaven?
Ha, it’s just an existence of a higher realm.
Therefore, as long as I become stronger, stronger.
There will come a day when heavenly hearts need to align with my heart.
What is true, what is false?
Heaven and earth do not dictate.
I decide what counts."
Whoosh~~
Whoosh~~
Two figures swam into the deep sea, frolicked for a while, fished for fish and shrimp, and when the scorching sun shone high at noon, Song Yan did not use magic to squeeze the water from his robes but instead took off his outer clothes, hanging them on the burning rocks to dry.
By the bonfire, cooking fish and shrimp, Blood Corpse Jade Makeup sat across from him, picking up firewood and sending it into the fire, then quietly watched him eat the fish and shrimp.
A tree root snuck out from Song Yan’s embrace, and Song Yan skewered a well-cooked fish, offering it to Po Xu Shahua, smilingly asking, "Will you eat too?"
The tree root struck.
In an instant, the cooked fish turned to ashes.
Song Yan was momentarily stunned, then cursed under his breath, "Wasteful!"
The scene seemed to turn into a serene and quiet picture.
...
...
Half a year later...
"Cold Snow Old Demon" Hong Qingsang finally left Sweet Wine Island with his grandson.
As a demon cultivator who rolled between life and death for years, Hong Qingsang was especially cautious.
He keenly detected that the Divine Infant Cultivator at the auction had a connection to that blood corpse, and he had once spoken disrespectfully in front of that Divine Infant Cultivator. Though this was nothing, he has always been prudent, preferring to stay longer in Sweet Wine Island to avoid possible pursuit.
During these days, he also investigated the surrounding seas, having long since lost news of that Divine Infant Cultivator.


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