What! The Wives in My Dreams Are Real? novel Chapter 862

Pain—too excruciating!

Jing Yanxin’s colossal form, even stretched over a thousand zhang, stood before Ye Yu’s Tianyao Mieshi Jue (Heavenly Demon World-Destruction Technique) like a mere insect. No matter how he struggled, it was utterly futile.

He could only watch, helpless, as Ye Yu twisted his body into a giant, writhing hemp-rope coil.

Under the pinnacle of agony, Jing Yanxin writhed in torment, desperately begging for mercy—though it was far too late for that.

Moments later, with a single thunderous punch from Ye Yu, Jing Yanxin finally fell, his death delivering a cruel release.

Yet his soul tried to flee, only to be snatched back by Ye Yu’s swift fingers probing the void.

Ye Yu summoned all of Jing Yanxin’s memories with a light tap of his fingertip. In mere breaths, he had devoured every secret, then clenched his fist and shattered the dying man’s soul to dust.

“What a shameless dog of a fiend!” Ye Yu spat inwardly. Jing Yanxin had no clue where Nangong Jingtang vanished to—he only sought to force the Ring of Life from her by any means.

Pathetic liar. His death was too fitting.

Still, Jing Yanxin’s memories weren’t without value. He learned of a place in the Demon Realm called the Sanctuary, said to be formed by a league of supreme monsters. Offer them what they desired, and they would divulge any information—though at an exorbitant price.

In Jing Yanxin’s recollection, it was by exchanging a mid-grade Demon-Immortal artifact with the Sanctuary that he learned of Ye Ji Zui’s demise. If the Sanctuary’s powers were so vast, perhaps they ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) could reveal Nangong Jingtang’s whereabouts too.

But what could he offer in trade? Ye Yu paused to ponder, then eyed the remains of Jing Yanxin’s broken demonic corpse.

Two days later, at the far north of the Demon Realm—where ice and snow reigned eternal—Ye Yu arrived at the towering gates of the Sanctuary. Though he had ventured into the Demon Realm before, he had never heard of this place. A new power, born after the Great Demon King’s awakening?

He did not linger on such thoughts. In a deep voice he called out, “Sanctuary Demon-Immortal, present yourselves! I seek to purchase information.”

As soon as his words faded, a figure draped in a shadowy black robe emerged. The robe—undoubtedly a high-grade Demon-Immortal artifact—shrouded his presence, blocking any prying spirit-sense and rendering his features indistinct.

A hoarse voice followed. “Fresh face, eh? Do you even know the Sanctuary’s rules?”

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