Several days later, Bai Miao Leng gathered herself.
She continued to search for a way to ascend to the Celestial Realm.
Even though the Nirvana Glazed Robe had returned to her side, she still refused to believe that Ye Yu was dead.
So, no matter what, she had to find a way to ascend and see for herself!
Finally, after a thousand years of effort, Bai Miao Leng discovered a way to reach the Celestial Realm.
Upon her successful ascension, she began scouring the realm in search of any trace of Ye Yu.
Yet, despite her efforts, she found nothing.
After searching every corner of the Celestial Realm, Bai Miao Leng finally began to accept reality.
Her husband was likely truly gone.
However, Bai Miao Leng did not regret her journey to the Celestial Realm.
Since she didn’t know who had killed him, it was simple.
Every celestial being in the Celestial Realm would bear responsibility.
They all deserved to die!
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For the next three thousand years, Bai Miao Leng began an unending hunt of celestials.
Thousands of celestials met their end at her hands.
She became a public enemy of the entire Celestial Realm.
Everyone knew of the murderous celestial lady dressed in a black robe, wearing a pale yellow hairpin.
Her beauty was unmatched.
Anyone who crossed her path faced death, without exception!
However, Bai Miao Leng was not invincible.
Eventually, she fell at the hands of a celestial lord.
In her final moments, Bai Miao Leng felt no fear.
Instead, there was a faint sense of relief.
The rightful princess of the Demon Realm whispered in a voice only she could hear, “Husband, I’m coming to join you.”
With a single tear falling slowly down her cheek—
The dream finally ended.
Bai Miao Leng opened her eyes slowly and wiped the tear stains from her face.
Ever since that dream a thousand years ago, a dream that felt almost real, Bai Miao Leng’s personality had changed drastically.
She had searched everywhere for a cultivator named Ye Yu.
But she found nothing.
Though she couldn’t prove Ye Yu’s existence, she firmly believed it had not been just a dream.
Aside from Ye Yu’s absence, everything in the dream was identical to reality.
For example, Situ Shuping, the master of Chaos Valley, was indeed the ninth demon heir.
The methods he used and even his appearance and strength matched those in her dream exactly.
These were things Bai Miao Leng had never known before.
So, it could not have been a mere dream.
If it wasn’t, then where was Ye Yu?
No matter how she pondered, Bai Miao Leng couldn’t find the answer.
Could he be in the Celestial Realm?
Fueled by this thought, after killing Situ Shuping, Bai Miao Leng did not follow her mission as a demon to dominate the mortal realm.
Instead, she went into secluded cultivation for a thousand years, amassing power in preparation to ascend, just as she had in her dream, and continue her search for Ye Yu.
Throughout these thousand years, scenes from the dream often resurfaced in her mind, impossible to dismiss.
Every time she awoke, she would find her face covered in tears.
What a cruel man.
In these thousand years, he had stolen so many of her tears, yet still had not appeared.
Bai Miao Leng shook her head slightly.
Just as she prepared to return to seclusion, she suddenly noticed that her Nirvana Glazed Robe had mysteriously vanished.
How could this be?
As her companion artifact, the Nirvana Glazed Robe was connected to her in life and death.
How could it simply disappear?
Bai Miao Leng’s expression grew puzzled.
In the next moment, she began trembling, and her eyes turned red.
Before her, a familiar wooden box had appeared.
Holding back her excitement, Bai Miao Leng slowly opened the box.
Inside lay a pale yellow hairpin, identical to the one from her dream.
Bai Miao Leng’s tears poured down like rain.
Clutching the hairpin to her chest, she felt a certainty.
Ye Yu was back!
He must be back!
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The next day.
At the summit of Five-Finger Peak in the Qingyun Sect.
Ye Yu slowly opened his eyes.
After Bai Miao Leng’s dream ended, he intended to dive back into another one.
But it soon became clear that luck only lasts so long.
In his second dream attempt, he drew a mundane talent, and before he even reached his tenth birthday, he was captured and turned into a vengeful spirit by a passing demonic cultivator.
The luck was as bad as it could get.
So, Ye Yu gave up on entering the dream and prepared to get up.
He came to a realization.
So what if there were a few wives waiting outside? At worst, it would be an awkward situation. What’s the big deal?
If he couldn’t handle something like this, how would he manage when all his wives were gathered together in the future?
With this clarity, Ye Yu walked out of the secluded chamber.
He barely took two steps before noticing ten pairs of eyes fixed on him.
Li Ruowang, Gan Zhizui, Zuo Yingchun, and the other eight wives—all of them were waiting outside, each standing silently.
In truth, it wasn’t all that surprising for his wives to be waiting outside. After all, he’d been in seclusion for a long time, and it was natural for them to miss him.
What caught Ye Yu off guard, though, was that aside from these eight wives, Yun Roumu and Lin Miaoxue were also there.
Now what was the meaning of this?
It was one thing for his wives to gather, but why were these two here?
Ye Yu instinctively cast a look at Yun Roumu and Lin Miaoxue.
This glance stirred a tinge of jealousy in Li Ruowang, Tuoba Qiyue, and the others.
Ever since Ye Yu entered seclusion, they had been waiting here all this time.
Why was their husband looking at Yun Roumu and Lin Miaoxue first and not at them?
Really, couldn’t he at least spread his attention evenly?
As Yun Roumu felt Ye Yu’s gaze on her, she was overjoyed.
She rushed forward eagerly.
She had been waiting here to secure her place beside him, to be recognized openly and no longer be excluded by the others.
Now, Ye Yu’s first glance upon leaving seclusion was at her.
To Yun Roumu, this could only mean one thing—a mutual pursuit of love!
So sweet, so sweet! Junior Brother, here I come!
As Yun Roumu was about to reach Ye Yu, someone else was even faster.
It was none other than Lin Miaoxue, once hailed as the strongest demon lord of thirty thousand years past.
She stepped forward and placed a sword-qi barrier.
Caught off guard, Yun Roumu collided directly with the barrier.
Luckily, she wasn’t hurt, but she immediately shouted, “Hey! That’s too much! Junior Brother just got out of seclusion, and you’re monopolizing him already? You even got ahead of me? Based on seniority, I should be first! Hey, are you listening? Take down this barrier!”
Li Ruowang, Gan Zhizui, and the others remained silent, only narrowing their eyes slightly.
Although they resented Lin Miaoxue’s attempt to monopolize Ye Yu and set up a barrier, none of them spoke up.
They all knew well enough.
Yelling and reprimanding wouldn’t work.
Figuring out how to break the barrier was what truly mattered.
Yet, this barrier that Lin Miaoxue had set up seemed to be anything but ordinary!