Two cities, one in the sky and one on the ground, with a ti wormhole running through the middle being gradually repaired, like an interstellar gateway slowly closing.
When only a crack was left, the massive Divine Python Earth Vein crashed through this gradually narrowing temporal rift into the present-day Infinite City. Its body was no longer so terrifyingly fierce, but stretched like rolling mountain ranges. When it descended upon Cang Chu, it was like a small life planet rging with this otherworldly land.
At the sa ti, streaks of star radiance fell; they were the "Heaven nders" braving the risks of ti and space, returning to their rightful temporal realms. This act brought solemn respect from the gods of the Human Clan in the Infinite City, signaling the end of a three-hundred-year-long catastrophe and erosion. They had endured their long winter and now awaited a more prosperous Human Era.
Finally, the ti pit disappeared entirely, returning everything to its original state.
Wu Hen was utterly exhausted; while others had just experienced an epic-level battle, he felt as if he had traveled through countless star kingdoms. He needed to return to the place most familiar to him and sleep obliviously, to sleep through eternity.
He closed his eyes, unconcerned about what might happen outside, leaving everything to be dealt with upon awakening.
...
This sleep was so deep that he couldn't tell how long it lasted.
Wu Hen even developed a symptom of not wanting to open his eyes.
After all, whether waking from an ability or traversing ti and space, opening one's eyes often marked the start of a new life journey.
So even as the sun baked his backside, Wu Hen continued to squint, trying first to use his nose to sense the surrounding air and aroma. Generally, if kitchen fragrances wafted in, it indicated he had returned ho. If there was no scent, he needed to be cautious as a Spirit Awakener without an awakened sense of sll; the absence of detectible aromas demanded the brain to be more vigilant, indicating possible otherworldly deception.
Strangely, today he awoke to a scent not of cooked als but of a fresh fragrance like May roses, lingering on his nose at tis, wafting through his room at others—a scent both familiar and strange, inducing small excitent yet inexplicable calm.
With eyes still closed, Wu Hen couldn't recall what the scent was, so he tried to feel through touch, sensing smooth jade texture, tender softness, and graceful fullness!
Suddenly opening his eyes, Wu Hen realized he wasn't alone in his bed. Against the slightly faded yellow wall lay a woman, sleeping with limbs sprawled, occupying most of the bed's space, her slender jade foot about to tap into his beastly nature!
Wu Hen was trendously shocked; although he had gathered many fictitious loved maids, he never crossed any boundaries with them. Which little demon dared show such coy defiance, sneaking into his bed while Lord Demon King slept...
"Why stare with such big eyes?" The woman awoke, imdiately questioning Wu Hen.
"Oh, it's you. You startled ." Wu Hen finally exhaled in relief.
"Is there anyone else??" Mingyi widened her eyes too, wondering just how many little demons this guy flirted with during her years of disconnection from Nuwa God End.
"I'm so tired. I can't recall how I made it back; it felt like we were engaged in an epic battle with Dragon Kuns just a mont ago." Wu Hen remarked.
"I wanted to go ho, but you wouldn't let go, saying you needed sleep, to which I replied I wasn't ready and rather tired; at least let us bathe first, but before I finished, you rolled onto the bed. I was terrified, thinking my purity endangered, but then you fell asleep snoring, hands still binding . I decided to just close my eyes and rest a bit, planning to sneak away once you slept... and then I fell asleep too!" Mingyi recounted the scene in the simplest words.
"What! Leaving a body like a classic statue beside you and you did nothing; are you even a woman?" Wu Hen questioned straightforwardly.
Mingyi's face blushed, but out of anger; she promptly climbed atop Wu Hen, letting him know what rain-like punches truly were. The reference version of this chapter is on *.
How thick a human's skin can be!
Wu Hen didn't fight back, enjoying a bit of this little massage.
After so playful banter with Mingyi in the room, they were both utterly spent, stomachs growling for food.
Though Wu Hen knew Mingyi for long, truly leisurely monts not chased by otherworldly predators were few. Wu Hen didn't even know what she liked to eat, what scenery she favored, which little pleasures...
Indeed, sharing a bed couldn't breed two kinds of people; Wu Hen also found he loved afternoon monts, just as Mingyi did; he loved tea by the lakeside, just as Mingyi did; he loved showing off before familiar faces occasionally, and Mingyi did too. People often et soone with high rapport at certain tis; sotis it's a lifelong friend, other tis the other half. This made Wu Hen happy, rewarding his efforts in rescuing her from ti's whirlpool. He worried that initial chemistry without substantial interaction might cause future issues but everything unfolds so naturally...
"Aren't you worried I might be the ultimate female demon after all?" Mingyi gulped down the query.
After all, she inherits the Night Nuwa lineage, forming the Black Navigators organization, which upon further investigation, proves to be above the Black Shirt Organization...
"No need for 'might'; from the current situation, you are indeed. But we aren't kids anymore; no clear black and white exists. People's worldviews follow their facial features; no matter where placed, beauties like you, with natural allure, graceful figure, outstanding poise, typically are black-hearted, evil grand bosses starring in contrasts." Wu Hen replied.
"Rubbish!" Mingyi stomped in annoyance, hoping Wu Hen would refute this with dignity, not expecting he'd confirm she was indeed no good. She protested earnestly, "We, Douyi Star Factory, are outsiders, but among outsiders exist two factions. One, like and other navigators, genuinely sought the most reasonable path for all humanity. Had we not paid a great price to find Ti Yuan You, you wouldn't have even erged from Red Port and would beco experintal subjects for high-dinsional insects."
"I know; when I took Mist Battle Clothing to Star Palace to et Luo Hong and He Ze, they always hinted at your situation—their fear was being persecuted by Black Navigators." Wu Hen said.
During the quest for Cangling, so led him into traps, while others subtly hinted at truth.
Including the humanoid Dai Qing, who intentionally killed Mo Chuan's host just to guide Wu Hen via Mo Chuan's lead to other Nuwa God End burial grounds, helping him recognize Divine Realm's true crisis sooner.
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