Shura Field Approaching

Meanwhile, in the Northern Region’s Demonic Lands, billions of miles away from the Great Xia Immortal Dynasty—

The Heavenly Demon Sect stood supreme atop the Hundred Thousand Black Mountains. Endless demonic qi condensed into dark clouds throughout the year, blotting out the sun and sky.

Within the Heavenly Demon Main Hall, an incomparably beautiful figure sat upon the throne, her presence suffocatingly oppressive.

She was Zi Yao, the Demon Venerable, clad in violet.

Zi Yao’s beauty was bewitching beyond measure. Between her brows bloomed the mark of an eerie purple lotus. Her eyes were as deep as an abyss, carrying the absolute tyranny of one who regarded all living beings as mere ants.

As a peerless demon at the Great Vehicle stage, a single stomp of her foot could make the entire Northern Region tremble three times over.

Yet at this moment, she lounged lazily against her throne, her brows clouded with inextinguishable longing—and irritability.

Suddenly, a streak of fire tore through the demonic clouds and shot straight toward the main hall.

The phantom of a little phoenix appeared in midair, and the message it carried was delivered precisely into Zi Yao’s eyes.

The throne beneath her—fashioned from ten-thousand-year deep-sea black ice—instantly exploded into powder!

She sprang to her feet. Her long purple hair stirred without wind, while her alluring eyes erupted with a wild, world-destroying ecstasy and obsession!

“At last, I’ve found you... my husband!”

Zi Yao licked her scarlet lips, her smile cruel and mad. “The Empress of Great Xia? She dares hide my man inside her imperial palace? That bitch truly doesn’t know the meaning of death! Someone, sound the Heavenly Demon War Drums! Today, I will trample the Great Xia imperial palace beneath my feet!”

Western Continent, the Hehuan Sect.

This was a realm of desire, shrouded all year round in pink miasma. Deep within the Hehuan Sect’s most secluded cultivation sanctuary—

The stone doors, sealed for ten years, collapsed with a thunderous crash. Countless pink peach blossoms swept forth like razor-sharp blades.

At the center of that floral storm, a red-clad beauty slowly emerged.

It was Ye Qingcheng.

Having just broken through to the Great Vehicle stage, she had yet to fully restrain her terrifying spiritual power. Every gesture she made radiated an allure capable of bewitching all creation.

She wore a blazing crimson robe, its long hem trailing across the ground.

Her face was exquisitely beautiful—beautiful in a way that was fiercely aggressive. A single glance from her shifting eyes was enough to steal the souls of men throughout the world.

Her figure was devastatingly voluptuous, like a peach ripened to perfection.

She raised her long, crimson nails and caught a wisp of fire descending from the sky.

After reading the message, Ye Qingcheng let out a sultry laugh that sent chills down one’s spine.

“Hehehe... Husband, husband, you’ve hidden from Qingcheng for so long...”

Her eyes brimmed with a morbid possessiveness. “The Great Xia imperial palace? Does that old woman Wu Lingxiao deserve to touch my husband? My husband’s primordial yang can belong only to Qingcheng. Anyone who dares compete with me... I’ll turn them into a puppet of flesh and blood!”

Whoosh!

Her red robes transformed into a storm of flower petals as Ye Qingcheng tore open the void itself and sped madly toward the Great Xia Immortal Dynasty.

Antarctic Icefields, Cold Moon Demon Sect.

This was a land of absolute silence and cold. At the bottom of an ice abyss tens of thousands of feet deep rested a crystal-clear coffin of ten-thousand-year black ice.

Countless cracks suddenly appeared across the coffin’s surface. Then, with a deafening explosion, it shattered!

Amid the blizzard of ice fragments, a woman like an ice-and-snow spirit slowly drifted down.

It was Xia Lengyue.

She wore a long ice-blue gown, sculpted from the purest ice crystals in the world.

She possessed a cascade of silver-blue hair that fell all the way to her ankles. Her skin was so pale it seemed translucent, flawless in every respect.

Her features were cold and otherworldly, like those of a goddess untouched by mortal life. Yet in the depths of her sapphire-blue eyes lay a pathological love, crushed beneath extreme frost—an obsession fierce enough to burn reason itself to ash.

The chill of a Great Ascension cultivator spread outward, instantly freezing the sea for ten thousand li in every direction.

As she watched the little phoenix flutter before her, an unhealthy flush finally appeared on her icy face.

“My husband... my husband...”

Xia Lengyue’s voice was as cold as shattering ice, yet laced with a terrifying obsession. “Wu Lingxiao, you’re courting death!”

A flash of blue light—and she was gone.

At the very same moment, three notorious madwomen, each renowned for killing without batting an eye, received the news and let out nearly identical shrieks of delirious fury:

“Husband, we’re coming to save you!”

Great Xia Imperial Palace, Weiyang Palace.

A terrifying pillar of spiritual light shot into the heavens from within a side hall!

The grayish-white column of law pierced through the storm clouds spanning heaven and earth, stirring the stars across ten thousand li.

At last, Ye Xuan broke through his bottleneck as naturally as water flowing into a channel, officially stepping into the Fusion Realm.

Power surged through his body. Flesh and soul had achieved perfect harmony; with a casual clench of his hand, he could feel the void itself wailing beneath his fingertips.

Though he had only entered the early stage of the Fusion Realm, the foundation accumulated through countless lifetimes of cultivation erupted forth. Even against a Tribulation Transcendence cultivator, he now had the strength to fight.

Sensing the commotion of his breakthrough, Wu Lingxiao, who had long been waiting outside the side hall, impatiently pushed the doors open and entered.

She had changed into a crimson phoenix robe, the garment symbolizing the status of the principal consort.

The robe was incomparably magnificent. The Nine-Heavens Mystic Bird embroidered in golden thread seemed almost alive beneath the lamplight. Yet its provocative, close-fitting cut perfectly accentuated her stunning figure.

She had just bathed. Her black hair was half pinned up, and the intoxicating fragrance of Hundred Blossoms Immortal Brew wafted from her body.

Her cold, beautiful face was now flushed with excitement and delight, and even her breathing had grown slightly hurried.

“Husband, you finally broke through!”

Wu Lingxiao hurried to Ye Xuan’s side, her gaze so burning that it seemed ready to melt him.

She seized his hand tightly, her voice trembling with barely restrained excitement. “Tonight... we finally can... can share a bed. I’ve waited eight hundred years for this day!”

As she spoke, she tried to pull Ye Xuan toward the dragon bed in the inner chamber.

Ye Xuan did not resist. He merely nodded with a faintly teasing smile. “All right.”

However—

Just as Wu Lingxiao was brimming with joy, believing that after all her suffering, she was finally about to claim the fruit she had dreamed of for so long...

Rumble, rumble, rumble!

The entire Great Xia Imperial Palace—indeed, the whole capital city—suddenly shook violently!

The sky darkened without warning. Three terrifying Great Ascension auras, powerful enough to crush this world into dust, descended upon the imperial palace’s national guardian formation like three primordial mountains!

“Wu Lingxiao!”

“Hand over our husband!”

Three female voices, overflowing with boundless rage, jealousy, and murderous intent, merged into one. Like divine words heralding the end of the world, they exploded across the skies above the imperial palace.

The Great Xia Immortal Dynasty’s palace-protecting grand formation was said to be capable of withstanding a full-force strike from a peak Mahayana cultivator. Yet beneath the combined bombardment of those three madwomen, dense cracks had begun to spread across it!

Wu Lingxiao’s expression instantly froze.

The desire and delight filling her heart were doused as though by a bucket of ice water, transforming at once into utter gloom and fury.

She abruptly turned her head and glared at Ye Xuan, gritting her teeth. “You were the one who alerted them?”

Ye Xuan unhurriedly straightened the somewhat rumpled robes he had worn during his breakthrough. Not only did he show no guilt at being caught red-handed, he merely nodded calmly. “That’s right.”

Looking at Wu Lingxiao’s face, twisted with rage, a teasing smile curled across his lips. “They want to have me too. Isn’t that perfectly normal? Now the question is…”

Ye Xuan leaned slightly closer, whispering into Wu Lingxiao’s ear in a voice like a devil’s murmur. “Do you have what it takes to keep me here in the Great Xia Imperial Palace?”

“You—”

Wu Lingxiao was so furious that her lungs nearly burst.

She had prepared so much for this night. She had even cast aside all the dignity of an emperor. She had been on the verge of claiming this man—only for him to summon that pack of vixens outside with a single move?

Drawing a deep breath, Wu Lingxiao’s crimson phoenix robe snapped wildly in the gale. Her peak-Mahayana Time Dao Body erupted without restraint, and golden runes of time surged from within her like a boundless ocean.

“Good. Very good!”

Wu Lingxiao laughed in extreme anger, her laughter cold and ruthless. Raising her head, she stared through the barrier that was on the verge of shattering, her gaze fixed on the three women in the sky who radiated overwhelming demonic might.

“Just what I wanted. I’ve long found those bitches clinging to you unbearable!”

With a sweep of her sleeve, an emperor’s sword appeared in her hand, flowing with the phantom image of a river of ages. She looked back at Ye Xuan, murder blazing in her eyes.

“Stay in this hall and watch carefully, husband. I’ll go out now and slaughter these reckless madwomen, one by one!”

Watching her domineering figure storm away in fury, Ye Xuan leaned back against the couch. He casually plucked a spirit fruit from the table beside him, smiled faintly, and replied in a clear voice:

“Then I’ll await Your Majesty’s good news.”