What! The Wives in My Dreams Are Real? novel Chapter 908

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The Five Realms Passage had fully reopened. This change stirred the once-quiet Celestial Realm again. Immortals from different planes gathered once more, each warily observing the surroundings—and each other.

Among them was Nangong Jingtang, one of many demon cultivators. When the passage between the Demon Realm and the Celestial Realm opened, she stepped through along with other demon immortals. Unlike the Demonic Realm, the Demon Realm bore no deep hatred toward Celestial Realm cultivators. They had no interest in ambush or subterfuge; to a demon, brute strength was truth. If they wished to fight or seize, they would do so head-on—no tricks. This innate boldness meant they feared nothing. So when the path to the Celestial Realm appeared, they strode forward without hesitation.

In short order, many demons reached the Celestial Realm. They gazed upon the splendid vistas with wide eyes. But Nangong Jingtang’s purpose differed. She had a mission: find Ye Yu’s whereabouts. If he could not be located, she would seek a way onward to the Divine Realm. No matter what, only one thing mattered this lifetime: to meet Ye Yu again.

Thus she soon separated from the main host, searching for nearby immortals to inquire after Ye Yu. To aid her quest, she even sketched his likeness from memory. But the Celestial Realm was not a rustic village—one could not expect everyone to recognize everyone. Her search would not be easy.

By chance, a sword-bearing immortal recognized the portrait. “I’ve seen him,” he said softly. “His name is Ye Yu. He belongs to the Ta Xian Sect. You might try asking there.”

Nangong Jingtang’s eyes lit up. “Really?”

The sword immortal nodded, recalling a scene from months past. Then he had been a mere fanboy in Dan Pavilion, traveling the Celestial Realm with Tai Yan Dao to uphold justice—but they had been driven back by the Three Corpses Hall. Had Ye Yu not intervened, he would have perished. His gratitude made Ye Yu unforgettable.

After thanking the immortal profusely, Nangong Jingtang pressed a Low-Grade Demon Artifact (a simple jade ring) into his hand. Only then did he notice her unusual aura—far different from that of other immortals. “You... are a demon?” he asked.

“Yes,” she replied. “I have just come from the Demon Realm. Thank you, fellow immortal, for the information. If it leads me to my husband, I shall reward you greatly when we meet again!”

Before he could reply, Nangong Jingtang vanished. Excited by her direction, she was determined not to waste a moment.

Unbeknownst to her, the immortal’s eyes misted. Truly, immortals and demons differed: before any other, a demon-cultivator had braved the passage to seek her mate—an epic love crossing a million years.