The Wanbird Peak, shrouded in immortal mist, with its overlapping mountains and white fog filling the valleys, gives an ethereal feeling, even at night, making one feel as if they’ve entered a fairyland.
However, the Wanbird Peak, which was originally bustling with the chirping and dancing of countless birds, is now eerily silent. Except for a four- or five-meter-long green dragon frolicking in the immortal mist, the vast peak is empty and quiet.
Around Wanbird Peak, a giant colorful transparent light shield completely envelops the mountain, occasionally emitting sizzling sounds as powerful lightning bolts branch into thousands of electric currents, crawling over the entire shield.
This is the protective barrier of Wanbird Peak, established over thousands of years.
In a palace within Wanbird Peak, Han Zhiyuan, who had just finished his task, held the naked Feng Yu in his arms, staring at the ceiling and contemplating life.
Indeed, it is the right way to enjoy life before a great battle. This way, even if one dies, there will be no regrets.
Recently, Feng Yu seemed especially passionate. Initially, when she went to bed with Han Zhiyuan, she had a justified hedonistic attitude without a trace of shyness. But recently, she began to show differences, such as blushing, feeling shy, and even getting angrily embarrassed.
Additionally, Han Zhiyuan recently noticed that his body temperature had begun to rise again. Ever since he first met Feng Yu, his temperature was frighteningly high, but it had since returned to normal. Yet, recently, he noticed that his temperature had started to rise again, particularly in the past few days, to the point where he couldn’t ignore it, and it kept increasing.
Han Zhiyuan was puzzled. At first, he thought the demon king was about to appear, but despite countless attempts to call out to the demon king in his heart, he received no response.
Han Zhiyuan glanced at the large expanse of silver hair on his chest, his fingers unconsciously stroking it, occasionally running through it. He seemed to particularly like his silver hair, feeling that it suited him perfectly, highlighting his unparalleled beauty without any hint of femininity. It was so silky and soft that he couldn’t put it down.
Moreover, looking at this person now, Han Zhiyuan felt that the more he looked, the better he seemed.
“I say, do you really have no feelings for me?”
The body in his arms seemed to pause momentarily, then responded unmovingly, “No.” Han Zhiyuan couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Then, satisfied, he held Feng Yu and fell asleep, knowing that the unlucky Hei Dan was on night watch outside.
However, when Han Zhiyuan opened his eyes again, what he saw and heard, and what he would face next, whether it was overwhelming anger or deep disappointment, was all beyond his expectations.
Han Zhiyuan was awakened by deafening thunder, the booming sound incessantly ringing in his ears, with frightening white flashes occasionally piercing through the window, making it hard to keep his eyes open, and a looming sense of impending storm weighing heavily on him.
This feeling was just like when he first arrived in this world, during Feng Yu’s heavenly tribulation, but this time the sensation was even more intense and shocking.
Han Zhiyuan sat up in shock, turning to find no one beside him, just emptiness.
A sudden sense of foreboding arose within him. As he hurriedly got up and rushed towards the door, Hei Dan blocked his path.
“What are you doing, Hei Dan!” Han Zhiyuan, anxious and flustered, demanded, “Move aside, where’s your mother? What’s happening outside?”
But no matter how anxious Han Zhiyuan was, Hei Dan, who always obeyed him, stubbornly blocked the door, his large eyes seemingly brimming with tears.
“Daddy~ Boohoo~”
Hei Dan, teary-eyed, looked at Han Zhiyuan, appearing both anxious and unwilling to do this, but feeling compelled to do so. Just then, with a loud boom, the entire dark sky was illuminated by a bolt of lightning, followed by an earth-shattering noise that momentarily deafened Han Zhiyuan, and the ground began to shake violently, as if an earthquake was happening.
Han Zhiyuan was shocked and both anxious and furious. This power, this feeling, was clearly a heavenly tribulation!
Feng Yu was undergoing a heavenly tribulation!
“Move aside, Hei Dan!” Han Zhiyuan roared, then leaped over the two-meter-tall Hei Dan and rushed towards the direction of the lightning.
At this moment, Han Zhiyuan was horrified to discover that at some point, he had broken through the Grand Martial Master realm and become a Martial General. What had happened during his sleep? Why was Feng Yu undergoing a heavenly tribulation again in such a short time?
His mind was in chaos, feeling as if a century had passed while he slept. What was going on?
But at this moment, his entire focus was on the dazzling light in the distance. Behind him, Hei Dan, crying, flew after Han Zhiyuan.
“Daddy~ Come up!”
Hei Dan suddenly swooped down, and Han Zhiyuan leaped, landing on Hei Dan’s now sturdier back. Hei Dan then soared straight towards the highest peak.
At the highest peak, centered on the mountaintop, the area within a hundred miles was covered with colorful elemental energy. The great demon kings of the demon clan, who had come from afar, were struggling to fend off the attacks of several powerful human warriors at the periphery. Although they had the advantage of numbers, their strength was inferior to the human warriors.
Even so, they fought desperately. The unity of the demon clan was the greatest threat to the human race.
However, the gap in strength was evident. Several human warriors had broken through the demon clan’s defense and were attacking the person at the center.
At the highest point of the peak, Feng Yu stood tall, his proud and cold gaze, along with his upright and unyielding posture, facing the roaring black clouds and lightning above, while also fending off attacks from others. His white clothes fluttered and silver hair waved, and despite the bright red blood at the corner of his mouth and his tattered attire, he still exuded an aura of invincibility and supremacy.
Only one more heavenly thunder remained.
Feng Yu cleared his mind of all distractions, focusing entirely on the rolling black clouds above. If he withstood this last heavenly thunder, he would succeed.
The human warriors attacking him were anxious, especially Liu Jing, who hated the Peacock King to the core.
Realizing they couldn’t stop him in time, they suddenly saw a black dragon enter their sight, with a person standing on its back.
In an instant, Liu Jing’s mind raced, and he coldly laughed at the Peacock King, “What a heartless and unfeeling Peacock King. I thought you had truly found a human ant as a companion, but it turns out he’s the Holy Flame Body!”
The Holy Flame Body?
The words “Holy Flame Body” hit Han Zhiyuan, who was rushing up, like a bolt from the blue.
The Holy Flame Body, even for a novice cultivator like the original owner, was known to be the most mysterious and defiant, as well as the highest-level and most perverse cultivation furnace in legends.
Moreover, it wasn’t the usual method of absorbing yin to replenish yang, but the rare method of absorbing yang to replenish yin. What’s more, the furnace itself had perverse potential, belonging to the highest level of furnaces, or more accurately, it was the best sacred body for dual cultivation.
At that moment, Han Zhiyuan felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He had always thought he was in control of the situation, even knowing Feng Yu’s biggest secret better than Feng Yu himself. But in the end, he realized he had been played?
So, what about sleeping together and enjoying it? What about likes and dislikes? It was all a ploy? In that instant, a thousand curse words flashed through Han Zhiyuan’s mind. To say he wasn’t angry would be a lie.
But damn it, he was a man. He was determined to leave, hadn’t made any promises, and neither had Feng Yu. So, in this life-and-death moment, Han Zhiyuan forcibly swallowed the chaotic emotions swelling in his chest.
However, no one noticed Feng Yu’s clenched fists and the panic deep in his eyes for a brief moment.
“Hmph!” Liu Jing, watching the indifferent Peacock King, suddenly sneered, “No wonder the Peacock King’s power has surged. It’s all thanks to the Saint Flame Body!”
“Old witch, shut your damn mouth!” Han Zhiyuan cursed, “Are you annoyed? Can’t beat him, so you resort to verbal attacks? So many people ganging up on someone who’s transcending a tribulation. Have some shame for someone over a thousand years old, will you?”
“You!” Liu Jing never expected that a thousand-year-old woman would be cursed at by a young man in his twenties in front of so many powerful people. Where was her face?
“Good boy, courting death!” Liu Jing rushed towards Han Zhiyuan as he wished, “Since you want to die, I’ll grant you!” She said to Feng Yu, “I want to see if the Peacock King is really heartless and unfeeling!”
“If you’re going to fight, stop blabbering. Do you think I’m afraid of you?” Han Zhiyuan shouted back, unafraid of death.
After shouting, Han Zhiyuan held the copper carving firmly and sat steadily on Hei Dan. He leaned close to Hei Dan’s ear and whispered, “Hei Dan, let’s stall her so your mother can transcend the tribulation?”
The scorching copper carving in his hand seemed to still carry the warmth of Feng Yu’s blood. At this moment, he didn’t think about Feng Yu’s intentions in leaving such an important item with him, or why Feng Yu was facing the heavenly tribulation alone, nor did he look at Feng Yu’s current expression.
He only hoped to buy him a few seconds.
Naturally, he didn’t know that Feng Yu was distracted by his presence. At this moment, Feng Yu was more chaotic than ever. Feng Yu’s reaction not only surprised Han Zhiyuan but also was beyond his own expectations.
“Boom~”
At that moment, a huge bolt of lightning struck straight down, followed by a thunderous crash directly towards Feng Yu.
Simultaneously, Liu Jing’s divine light reached Han Zhiyuan. In an instant, Han Zhiyuan, who had advanced to the Martial General realm, activated the modified Daoist copper carving with the demon emperor’s blood, instantly unleashing ten times the previous power.
Boom~
The collision of the two lights, the golden-green glow of the copper carving repaired with blood, completely enveloped Han Zhiyuan and Hei Dan.
Hei Dan, though physically strong, was gritting his teeth under the pressure, while the mortal-bodied Han Zhiyuan was bleeding from his orifices in an instant, dizzy and on the verge of explosion.
The power of a Martial Emperor was indeed earth-shattering. If not for the Daoist copper carving, they would have been obliterated by now.
Han Zhiyuan gritted his teeth, enduring second by second. However, when he turned to look at Feng Yu, he almost stumbled.
Feng Yu, in disheveled white robes, with blood-red eyes and a twisted handsome face, was surrounded by lightning. The sizzling sounds accompanied by the rumble of thunder made the scene no better than his own.
Worse still, Feng Yu’s blood-red eyes were staring straight at him, filled with horror, panic, and helplessness. He looked as if he was about to break free from the lightning and rush over!
Han Zhiyuan was startled. If Feng Yu did that, he would surely die. Even if he didn’t die, it wouldn’t be as simple as last time when his primordial spirit was severely damaged. Moreover, this heavenly tribulation was his thousand-year pursuit.
“Feng Yu!” Han Zhiyuan suddenly shouted at him, “Hold on!” With that, the blood flowed even more from his ears and nose.
Facing Feng Yu’s shocked, incredulous, and anxious eyes, Han Zhiyuan made a decision in that moment.
“I will help you!”
Han Zhiyuan suddenly kicked Hei Dan to the ground and flung the Daoist copper carving towards the unrelenting lightning.
Han Zhiyuan’s actions caught everyone off guard, even Liu Jing, a Martial Emperor, was unprepared.
And Feng Yu was more shocked than ever, his blood-red eyes wide with disbelief and panic.
“No!!!”
The shrill scream pierced everyone’s eardrums. In an instant, a gigantic white peacock appeared, intimidating the entire Wan Bird Peak. The next second, the Daoist copper carving, accompanied by peacock divine light, clashed with the lightning. With a thunderous boom, the black clouds dispersed.
At that moment, Han Zhiyuan, without the Daoist copper carving, managed a wry smile towards Feng Yu’s exquisite form before turning to dust.
He didn’t even get to hear Feng Yu call his name for the first time, in such panic, anger, and anguish.
“Han Zhiyuan!!!”
It was the first time Feng Yu called his name, but his response was the void of dust, no longer Han Zhiyuan in the world.
In that moment, Feng Yu was utterly lost and erupted with unprecedented pressure, covering the entire Wan Bird Peak.
With blood-red eyes, Feng Yu coldly scanned the several human experts, his mind filled with only one thought.
“You all must die!”
