The sea decays and rocks crumble, eternal night in extreme cold...
Song Yan silently observed this scene. He did not go to save those struggling in this apocalypse, nor did he rescue a little girl or boy and teach them to become cultivators; naturally, he did not suddenly discover some magical secret buried beneath the land already scoured over and over by Di Cunxin and the Celestial Demon Palace, nor did he gain new opportunities.
He simply gazed long at the withered and desolate land, lost in reminiscence.
He imagined, had he not left this world with his senior sister back then, what would have happened?
Undoubtedly, he would have hidden among the celestial demons, only to unintentionally discover those demonic followers from the Five Elements Heaven-Stealing Ship.
Those demonic followers came down to search for the Netherworld’s water, Jalapura.
The demonic follower belonged to the Profound Yellow First Realm. He might just barely manage to protect himself with various means, but he was no match.
There was no Taiyin and Taiyang Projection Fire here, which destined him never to break through to the Profound Yellow First Realm, and thus... he could only hide and hide.
If he were lucky enough not to choose a head-on collision with the demonic follower and didn’t provoke the Profound Yellow Three Realms behind them, he would have only one path left — to escape into the Sea of Suffering, dive into the fourth layer, and begin a long migration.
But this place was a remote and desolate area, the edge of the Southern Star Abyss.
The time needed to reach the next Cultivation Profound Land was immeasurable; perhaps even now, he would still be trapped in the migration passage of the Sea of Suffering, endlessly hoping to encounter new heavens and earth in the next ten thousand years...
Inconceivably arduous and full of mortal peril.
Yet, different opportunities brought different fates.
Song Yan mused to himself with a hint of wistfulness.
He held the little lady, his senior sister who brought him away, in his arms, recollecting this segment of past events.
The two chatted casually, Ning Yunmiao teased, "Had I known, I wouldn’t have taken you away, leaving you to wander the Sea of Suffering. One day, when I’d find you as the devil, I’d just slay you with a sword to avoid all these troubles."
Song Yan laughed, "Then I would surely kneel and shout, ’Spare me, great lord of the Celestial Wondrous Sword Palace.’"
Ning Yunmiao sighed.
She had already seen her junior brother’s true nature very clearly.
All his past disguises had been unveiled.
Yet... she had already become his woman.
He made her very happy, experiencing the joy of being a woman.
He also made her feel very at ease...
Even though they were being hunted by the Blood River Sect, even if he had been placed within the top hundred of the Evil Demon List by the "fake Song Yan," he remained unaffected.
Even...
She felt it, Song Yan felt it too.

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