The moment those words fell, an extremely dazzling light erupted from within Ye Xuan’s body.
Without the slightest hesitation, he shattered his own Nascent Soul and divine soul.
“No!”
Qing Xuanyin let out a scream as shrill and heartrending as a cuckoo crying blood.
Ye Xuan had self-detonated.
In that cramped, gloomy dungeon, the self-destruction of a Deity Transformation cultivator did not create any earth-shaking spectacle.
Moments later, under Qing Xuanyin’s despairing and horrified gaze, Ye Xuan’s body shattered and disintegrated inch by inch. In the end, it dissolved into a sky full of specks of light and vanished completely into the darkness.
Not a trace of flesh remained. Not even a wisp of his divine soul was left behind.
It was a death born of utter grief and absolute resolve.
With the most devastating method possible, he had severed the final thread binding him to Qing Xuanyin in this world.
He left her no chance to make amends, nor any delusion with which to deceive herself.
The dungeon once again fell into dead silence.
Qing Xuanyin knelt blankly in the bloodstained water where Ye Xuan had sat before his self-destruction.
Her hands remained outstretched, frozen in the act of reaching for him, yet her arms held nothing but empty air.
“Husband…?”
She called out in a daze, as though Ye Xuan had merely played a cruel joke on her.
There was no reply.
“Ye Xuan!”
Her anguished roar pierced through the top of the dungeon and resounded throughout the entire Qing household.
At that moment, Qing Xuanyin went completely mad.
Her hair turned snow-white in an instant. The eyes that had once been cold and proud became webbed with crimson veins, radiating a demonic aura that sent chills down the spine.
Then she saw the memory stone lying on the ground.
With trembling hands, she sent her divine sense into it.
The image showed Lu Yanchen’s twisted face, his triumphant laughter, whip after whip lashing down upon Ye Xuan, and Ye Xuan’s indifferent, icy gaze—he had never cried out in pain, not even once, until the moment of his death…
All of it was like ten thousand steel blades stabbing simultaneously into Qing Xuanyin’s heart, twisting viciously within it.
“Ah!”
Qing Xuanyin threw back her head and vomited a great mouthful of blood.
“Lu Yanchen! I’ll tear you limb from limb! I’ll rip out your soul and refine it!”
That night, the Qing household became a living hell.
On his wedding night, the groom, Lu Yanchen, was dragged from his room by the raving Qing Xuanyin like a dead dog. In front of everyone in the Qing household, she forcibly tore off all four of his limbs.
“Why? Why did you do this?!”
Qing Xuanyin’s face was twisted like that of a vengeful ghost. She ripped open Lu Yanchen’s chest with one hand and brutally dug out the kidney that had once belonged to Ye Xuan.
“Xuanyin! Spare me!”
Lu Yanchen writhed across the floor in agony, howling in a way that chilled the blood. But Qing Xuanyin paid him no heed, her methods growing ever more vicious.
Yet under the torment of such extreme pain, Lu Yanchen went completely mad as well.
Looking at Qing Xuanyin, who resembled a demon possessed, he suddenly let out a harsh, chilling laugh filled with savage satisfaction.
“Hahahaha! You want to know why?”
Spitting blood, Lu Yanchen glared at Qing Xuanyin and sneered, “If you hadn’t indulged me time and time again, if you hadn’t hurt him again and again in the name of repaying a debt of gratitude, if you hadn’t blindly listened to one side, would I have been able to trample him beneath my feet so easily?”
“Qing Xuanyin! Stop pretending to be some heartbroken victim! You’re a murderer too!”
“You’re the true culprit who pushed him into the abyss! Don’t think you’re innocent!”
“Shut up!”
Qing Xuanyin laughed in fury, her laughter wretched and twisted.
“Yes! I’m a murderer! I’ll atone to my husband, even if it means sinking into hell for all eternity!”
“But before that… you’ll pay the price for everything you’ve done!”
Qing Xuanyin would not let Lu Yanchen die so easily.
Using a great divine art, she forcibly extracted Lu Yanchen’s divine soul and sealed it inside a specially crafted Nine Nether demonic artifact.
“I’ll use these demonic flames to burn your soul for ten thousand years! Day and night, you’ll beg for life yet be unable to live, beg for death yet be unable to die!”
Trapped within the demonic artifact and enduring the agony of having his soul torn apart, Lu Yanchen finally understood the words Ye Xuan had once spoken to him in the dungeon.
“Hahahaha…”
As Lu Yanchen’s divine soul writhed in agony amid the demonic flames, he let out a laugh filled with despair and madness.
“Ye Xuan… You really were the final victor! You won! You won completely!”
Lu Yanchen’s soul shrieked at Qing Xuanyin in a frenzy. “Qing Xuanyin, you stupid woman! Ye Xuan was never innocent!”
“He never loved you! He told me himself that he only regarded you as a tool for cultivation! He didn’t even care about your chastity!”
Yet Qing Xuanyin merely stared at him coldly, her eyes filled with disdain and disgust. She did not believe a single word.
“What a laughable attempt to sow discord.”
Qing Xuanyin intensified the demonic flames.
Seeing how Qing Xuanyin remained stubbornly deluded, Lu Yanchen let out an agonized, self-mocking laugh.
“Hahahaha… In this entire life, the one time I told the truth, no one believed me! No one believed me!”
“Ye Xuan… You really are a devil! You didn’t just kill yourself—you turned all of us into evil spirits struggling in the depths of hell!”
In the end, Lu Yanchen’s voice was completely swallowed by the roar of the demonic flames.
Time passed, and the years flowed like water.
To cultivators, ten thousand years was no more than the flick of a finger.
But to Qing Xuanyin, every minute and every second of those ten thousand years was torture like being slowly flayed alive.
After Ye Xuan’s self-destruction and death, the devil in Qing Xuanyin’s heart did not disappear. Instead, it erupted completely.
Whenever she attempted to break through to the next realm, the tragic scene of Ye Xuan’s self-destruction and his ice-cold gaze would devour her like a nightmare. It became a heart demon hundreds, thousands of times more terrifying than the one born from her sister’s death.
And yet, whenever the heart demon was about to drive her into cultivation deviation and reduce her to ashes, the exquisite die Ye Xuan had left behind would emit an incredibly gentle and warm immortal light, pulling her back from the brink of collapse time and time again.
At that moment, Qing Xuanyin was in unbearable pain.
“Husband… Are you saving me, or punishing me?”
Qing Xuanyin knelt in the Fallen Blossoms Valley that Ye Xuan had once personally arranged for her, a place that had long since fallen into desolation, and wept as though her heart were being torn apart.
She spent ten thousand years forcibly refining the exquisite die into her natal artifact. She wanted to use this method to keep Ye Xuan by her side forever.
But the instant she completely refined the die, a line of tiny characters suddenly appeared within it, carved in divine sense.
They were written in Ye Xuan’s hand.
“Within the exquisite die lie red beans;
Do you know how deeply longing is etched into my bones?”
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