"What did you say...?"
Mo Su's voice, once calm and detached, suddenly turned cold — so cold it made the surrounding air freeze as if the very space around him bowed in fear. The words were spoken softly, but they struck like thunder rolling through the heavens.
The silence that followed was suffocating.
Without a word, Liu Xiao stepped forward.
His expression was calm, but a faint shadow lingered in his eyes. He lifted his hand, and a pale light gathered between his fingers. A crystal began to condense — not made of ice or profound energy, but of memory, of truth, of undeniable reality.
The moment the memory crystal was fully formed, it floated silently before Mo Su, glowing faintly like a dying star.
Mo Su raised his hand and, without hesitation, closed his fingers around the fragment.
Crack.
The crystal shattered effortlessly within his grasp, fragments vanishing into sparks of light that instantly surged into his soul.
In the blink of an eye—he saw everything.
Their descent into the Endless Fog Sea. The moment they found Yun Che. The instant the Fog Monarch revealed himself.
The overwhelming grayness, the ancient cold, the eerie, unnatural stillness of that realm. He saw the deception, the trap set beneath their feet. The endless walls of mist that closed in around them.
The twisted teleportation formation that hurled them into the very depths of the Endless Fog Sea — a place where even Ancient True Gods dared not linger.
And then… he saw it. The Gray Flame. A flame so silent it made no sound, so pale it had no color, and yet… it burned everything.
He felt it through their memories. That terrifying power that defied even the laws of the Abyss. Not merely fire… but a corrosion of existence itself.
The flames didn't just sear flesh — they dissolved divine defenses, consumed soul force, and left even Ancient True God bodies scarred and shaken.
He saw Ling Xian — her blood… her last smile. And then—nothing. Gone.
Erased from the world. Mo Su's body did not move. But the world responded for him. The air cracked. The skies howled.
The earth of the Pure Land trembled violently, as if reacting to the fury that now welled within its sovereign.
A dull hum echoed across the Divine Kingdom as space twisted and groaned, the very fabric of the Pure Land vibrating with suppressed wrath.
"How long… before the marriage again?"
Mo Su's voice cut through the silence like a blade honed in fury, low and hoarse, trembling with a barely restrained rage that even the air around him refused to ignore. The fury was no longer hidden. It clung to every syllable, wrapped around his words like a storm waiting to break.
His back was still turned, his hands clasped behind him tightly, yet the weight of his presence surged like a tidal wave. The oppressive pressure hadn't lessened—if anything, it was growing heavier with every passing breath, as if the heavens themselves were being slowly ground beneath the weight of his wrath.
The three Ancient True Gods exchanged confused glances, unsure what had provoked this sudden shift in topic, but none dared question him. No one spoke out of turn.
Liu Xiao took a step forward and responded with a respectful bow.
"One week from now… Meng Jianyuan will be marrying Little Caili."
The name fell into the air like a stone thrown into a pool of molten fury.
For a moment, there was silence.
And then…
".....Good… good… good!!!"
The Abyssal Monarch's voice cracked through the Pure Land like thunder, but it was not the thunder of joy.
Each repetition of the word "good" was colder, darker, as if with every breath he was carving a promise into the world itself.
"I will personally prepare him… the best gift in this world."
His words were soft — far too soft for the rage burning in his eyes — but they were like the calm before a storm, a declaration from the Monarch whose fury had not yet reached its peak.
And with that, he turned and began to walk away.
Each step echoed across the stone beneath his feet like a war drum, slow and resounding.
He gave no further explanation.
No one dared to ask.
The three Ancient True Gods remained rooted in place, their brows furrowed with confusion, unease curling deep in their chests.
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In the heart of the Boundless Divine Kingdom, laughter roared throughout the majestic palace — loud, wild, and filled with a madness that could only belong to one man.
"Hahahahahahaha!!!!"
It was laughter that shook the very heavens above the Divine Kingdom, rolling across the lands like the growl of an ancient beast awakening from slumber. It was a sound filled not only with madness, but pure, unrestrained joy.
Seated atop his golden throne, surrounded by divine radiance and power that could suffocate all beneath him, was none other than the Boundless Rage Divine Regent — Dian Juizhi.
At this moment, however, his eyes burned not with fury... but with ecstasy.
With obsession.
With greed.
And right beside him — just a single step away from the throne — was a figure so breathtaking, so blinding, that every single woman within the Boundless Palace, every concubine, every goddess, every dancer and servant, all paled into nothingness before her.
Long, golden hair cascading like silk woven from divine light itself.
Eyes of purest gold, sharp yet mesmerizing, radiating both pride and allure.
Her every movement, her every breath, was grace incarnate, seduction without effort.
She sat there quietly — a masterpiece of beauty that none could look away from.
Qianye Ying'er.
Conveniently "saved" by Dian Juizhi.
Conveniently brought back by him to the very heart of his Boundless Divine Kingdom.
In Dian Juizhi's eyes, this woman was beyond rare — a celestial jewel fallen from the heavens into his lap. Compared to the so-called Abyss Goddess, Hua Caili, whom the world praised endlessly for her looks and charm?
Bah!
Hua Caili?
That bitch couldn't even compare! This woman before him… this woman beside him...
Her beauty wasn't merely equal to Hua Caili's. No — in his maddened, possessive mind — this woman surpassed even her. This golden goddess is now next to him... Was far more perfect. Far more divine.
And soon... She would belong entirely to the Boundless Rage Divine Regent.
Just not too long ago, after being brought back to this place — this Boundless Divine Kingdom — Qianye Ying'er had finally begun to understand, truly and deeply, just how terrifying the man sitting before her really was.
The moment she stepped foot into this palace — into this sacred land where not a single trace of Abyssal Dust existed, where the skies were clear and the earth untainted — her heart had sunk heavily.
This place… This environment… It was nothing like the harsh, gray, suffocating world of the Abyss outside.
No…
It was a place that reminded her all too well of the God Realm. A land pure and untouched, filled with terrifying divine formations and laws of the world that suppressed everything beneath it. A land… only a True God could maintain.
And the man sitting casually upon the golden throne before her — laughing wildly with arrogance, madness, and unrestrained joy — was the very embodiment of that power.
Dian Juizhi.
Boundless Rage Divine Regent.
One of the Seven True Gods that ruled over the one of the Six Divine Kingdoms of the Abyss. A being whose existence was so far above ordinary life that to even stand in his presence without trembling was a feat few could claim.
And now…
She, Qianye Ying'er — the Brahma Monarch Goddess, whose pride had once touched the heavens — had somehow gotten herself involved with a man who, even in her most reckless days, even in her wildest schemes, even in her most ambitious dreams...
She would never have dared to provoke.
A being that could shatter the heavens with a thought. A being that could crush the God Realm like ants beneath his feet.
Yet now… Now, she sat quietly beside him, a golden beauty seemingly fragile and vulnerable, while the most terrifying existence in the Abyss laughed like a mad beast savoring his prize.
Qianye Ying'er's golden eyes lowered ever so slightly beneath her mask of calm.
Her heart, cold as ice, burned not with fear — but with quiet calculation.
She had walked into the den of the most terrifying beast.
True God...
This was a realm she had once dreamed of reaching — a realm that, in her past life as the Brahma Monarch Goddess, was the ultimate peak, the sole obsession in her heart.
Back then, before Yun Che's existence came crashing into her world like a storm, becoming a True God was everything to her. It was the very purpose of her life. Her pride, her ambition, her reason for existence — all of it pointed toward that singular goal: ascending to a level where nothing could bind her, nothing could threaten her.
But Yun Che... He had changed everything.
After he made way into her life — after he broke through her walls, shattered her pride, and enslaved her heart in a way no profound strength ever could — that dream… that obsession with becoming a True God... slowly lost all meaning.
Now... Now she only wanted him. All of him. All of his attention. All of his thoughts. All of his love. She didn't care about heaven or earth, power or status — what she wanted was Yun Che. That burning, suffocating possessiveness that once defined her pursuit of strength had been wholly redirected toward one man.
That was why — back then — when the rumor spread that Yun Che had spent an entire month alone with that woman… Cang Shuhe…
She had almost lost her mind.
Her jealousy burned so fiercely it nearly consumed her reason. And in response, she had thrown away everything — locking herself with Yun Che for three whole months, until neither of them could walk straight, until every inch of her body bore his mark, until her soul itself screamed of him.
She won that battle — in the only way she knew how. Her heart. Her body. Her world. They no longer belonged to herself. They belonged to Yun Che.
And because of that — now standing beside Dian Juizhi, one of the Seven True Gods of the Abyss — she knew full well the danger she was in.
This man… this monstrous being, drunk with power and madness, was looking at her not as a mere guest, but as a prize — a possession he wanted to devour completely.
To someone like him, her beauty, her presence, her existence… was an obsession being carved deeper into his heart with every second she sat beside him.
And to Qianye Ying'er, this was both a weapon… and a curse.
On one hand, having such a godlike being madly obsessed with her was the greatest shield she could ever hope for in this foreign, terrifying world.
She could use... She would use it. To her advantage. To survive. To climb higher. To gain power she could never touch alone.
But on the other hand…
If he decided to take her — truly take her — with her current strength, she had no way to resist. None.
This was no longer a chessboard where only she moved the pieces. This was a double-edged blade pressed right against her throat.
But even so… her golden eyes lowered ever so slightly, her lashes covering the faint glint of cold calculation within.
During her time here, Qianye Ying'er had quietly absorbed everything—learning not only about the terrifying reality of the Abyss itself, but also the true identity of the man who had "rescued" her, the overwhelming power of the Abyssal Dust that eroded even divine strength, and the towering hierarchy that ruled this realm with absolute might. She had come to understand the structure of this world, the Six Divine Kingdoms, the Seven True Gods who reigned above all, and the countless monstrous beings whose strength could obliterate the entire God Realm with barely a flick of their fingers—existences so ancient and powerful that even legends would pale in their shadow. And yet… through all the whispers, all the rumors, all the secrets she managed to gather, there was one name—one name—that never came.
Yun Che.
It should be nearly a decade in Abyss time since he had vanished into the Abyss, and not a single whisper of his presence had reached her ears. No sightings, no speculation, no mention. It was as if he had been swallowed whole by this world and erased entirely.
But Qianye Ying'er immediately and completely dismissed the idea that Yun Che might have perished upon falling into the Abyss. That was impossible. Ridiculous. She had survived—injured, yes, vulnerable, yes, but she had made it through. And if she could survive, then Yun Che, whose strength far surpassed hers at the time, could only have landed in a better state, with greater opportunity, and perhaps even fortune that she couldn't imagine.
No, death was not the answer.
So where was he?
Where is he?!
That question screamed inside her mind with each passing day, gnawing at her composure like a fire that refused to go out. She had combed through every bit of news she could access, followed every rumor, listened intently whenever names of rising figures were mentioned.
And then there was that name.
Meng Jianyuan.
The man whose sudden rise shook the entire Abyss, whose presence disrupted balance and drew the gaze of both gods and monarchs.
"You are all dismissed."
Dian Jiuzhi's voice echoed through the grand hall like rolling thunder wrapped in silk—calm, elegant, yet carrying a weight that none dared to question. Immediately, the gathered beauties, officials, and servants bowed in unison, their footsteps soft as they respectfully made their way out. The sea of figures parted like water flowing from the presence of a god, leaving the golden throne behind in solemn silence.
Qianye Ying'er, who had remained poised and quiet throughout, lowered her head gracefully and turned to leave with the rest. Her golden hair shimmered faintly beneath the palace lights, her every step fluid and measured, like a goddess retreating from the altar.
But just as she reached the edge of the hall—
"Lady Ying'er, please wait a moment. I have something I wish to speak with you about."
Dian Jiuzhi's voice rang out once more, still gentle, still composed, like that of a courteous gentleman requesting the presence of a treasured guest.
Yet the moment the words fell, an invisible force gripped the air.
Power—undeniable and absolute—quietly surged forth, locking the space around her before she could take another step.
!!!!!!!!!!!!
As the last of the footsteps faded and the grand hall emptied, an eerie stillness fell over the space. Only two figures remained beneath the towering ceiling and gilded walls — the Boundless Rage Divine Regent, Dian Jiuzhi, and the golden goddess who stood alone near the edge of the hall.
With a flick of his hand, golden light surged forth from his fingertips, and in an instant, profound formations bloomed across the chamber. Intricate runes flared to life across the walls, floor, and ceiling, interlocking with divine precision. Space itself seemed to warp as sound, aura, and all external senses were sealed away — no sight, no sound, no escape.
This was no longer a public hall.
It had become a cage of golden silence.
Qianye Ying'er stood tall, unflinching, her golden eyes gleaming with poise as her voice rang out — cool, elegant, unshaken on the surface.
"May I ask what the Lord Divine Regent wishes to speak about?"
Her words were respectful, her tone composed, but deep within, her heart beat just a touch faster. This… this was not a situation she wanted to be in. Not here. Not alone. Not with him.
She could feel it.
This air was too heavy.
His intent was too clear.
Slowly, Dian Jiuzhi rose from his golden throne.
His steps were unhurried, yet every movement carried the weight of a ruler who commanded empires. His eyes, glowing with golden divine light, never left her as he descended the steps toward her.
Each step echoed like a heartbeat.
Each moment stretched into eternity.
And then—
"Weeks ago," Dian Jiuzhi began, his voice calm, "when I brought you back as a guest, you should have known my intentions."
His words were quiet, but they fell like mountains.
"During your short time here, anything you've asked, anything you've needed, I have given without hesitation. Your comfort, your curiosity, your desires — I have fulfilled them all."
He stopped just a few steps from her, his gaze sharpening like a blade.
"So by now, it should be clear to you…"
His next words rang with finality, dripping with authority and lust wrapped in charm.
"I want you to be mine."
!!!!!!!!!!!!
The world seemed to still around her; her breath caught for a single moment as those words struck like thunder beneath her skin.
"Lord Divine Regent… I…"
Her words slipped out, barely holding form, her tone trembling despite all the effort she summoned to keep her composure intact. No matter how practiced her voice, how perfect her expression, she couldn't suppress the fear coiling in her chest as she felt his hand reaching toward her wrist — slow, deliberate, filled with possession.
A subtle chill crawled down her spine.
This wasn't a situation she could control.
Not with charm. Not with wit.
Not this time.
But just as his fingers came within reach, her golden eyes turned cold — sharp as blades, her resolve flashing like lightning behind the calm mask she wore.
In that instant, the Divine Oracle, which had rested around her waist like an ornament, flared to life. What had appeared to be a mere accessory exploded with divine light as its true form manifested. Without hesitation, it launched forward, a brilliant arc of power bursting toward the approaching hand with lethal precision.
But—
There was no explosion.
No clang of steel.
Not even a ripple in the air.
Only silence.
And stillness.
As the sword's radiant edge froze in place, caught effortlessly between two fingers.
The mighty strike of Divine Oracle, a weapon once feared by kings and cultivators alike, was stopped without force—without effort—held casually by the Boundless Rage Divine Regent, as if it were nothing more than a child's toy.