Chapter 99: Heaven Demon

  It was also unknown how long it took for the turmoil in the demonic fog to gradually subside and return to calm.

  When Lei Dong regained consciousness, he slowly opened his eyes and looked around vaguely. He found himself in a small mountain valley with beautiful scenery, surrounded by lush trees and vibrant flowers, with the sweet songs of birds and the gentle flow of a stream beside him. Suddenly, a woman with skin as white as jade, wearing a thin and loose black silk robe, was leaning against a clean stone by the creek. He also saw her frowning slightly, seemingly lost in thought. Her face was pale as paper, either due to severe injury or emotional distress.

  A pair of slender and beautiful legs, with delicate feet, soaked in the cool and clear creek water. Soft and black long hair, scattered on shoulders, swaying up and down with the gentle breeze.

  That scene, however, was like a picturesque poem. But when Lei Dong saw the female demon head, his heart suddenly skipped a beat, recalling past events. He hastily got up and quickly scrubbed his face and body. His face seemed fine, um, and some other parts also didn't seem to be missing. As for clothes, why was he wearing a black female robe? And what about his cultivation? Hmm? Why did it feel like there was a surge of energy in his dantian, when just recently he had advanced to the eighth layer of Qi Refining, and now he felt like he was on the verge of another breakthrough?

  Before the confusion was over, a sudden surge of divine thought wrapped itself around him, unable to move even a little bit. He opened his mouth to shout but couldn't make a sound. In this state, he could only watch as he floated into the air and slowly drifted in front of her. She continued to play with the jade foot in the creek, her expression unchanged, as if the floating Leidong didn't exist at all.

  The thunder was still building up, the internal circulation had not yet formed, and it was impossible to hold his breath for a long time. Just a few minutes later, he turned purple with rage. The original fear in his heart, however, gradually dissipated, replaced by anger, and his whole body began to tremble with agitation.

  Indeed, life is precious, and Lei Dong has always cherished it. But at this moment, he felt an inexplicable anger, was it because his own strength was too weak? So much so that the female demon lord who had a one-night stand with him, and was previously panting with joy in his arms, now didn't even bat an eyelid as she prepared to take his life.

  Lei Dong now recalls, combining some "experiences" from his past life. This female demon lord was still a fledgling at that time. But even so, did he really seem like an insignificant ant that could be crushed at will in her eyes? If he had possessed the same extraordinary power as her, or even if he were stronger than her, would she have dared to look down on him like this?

  As the suffocation deepened, Lei Dong's anger also gradually subsided. Between life and death, it was just like this. It's just a pity that in this lifetime, everything would disappear like smoke? What a pity that he had not had the chance to return home and see his parents again. And what about Shifu Jie, Wan Yan, she... would she be heartbroken because of his own death?

  It's really frustrating, it's really frustrating.

  The stirring consciousness slowly became somewhat scattered. In front of me, vaguely, was that senior sister's delicate face with a light scolding and thin anger after being teased by myself.

  Wow!

  Like a real entity, the divine thought suddenly dispersed, and Lei Dong lost his support in mid-air and fell into the water with a loud crash. The cold creek water stimulated him, and Lei Dong's scattered consciousness also cleared up a bit after being shocked.

  Lei Dong slowly got up from the stream, his eyes no longer filled with anger, but instead an endless indifference. He calmly scooped up a handful of sweet stream water and took two sips, then wiped away the water stains on his face.

  Without looking at the woman in black, he stepped onto the creek bank with a somewhat floating pace. His footsteps were slow, but exceptionally calm and firm, walking towards the outside of the mountain valley.

  The woman in black was also sitting on the rock, without a single movement, as if she had been a statue on this shore since ancient times. Only the wind blew her long hair and robes slightly. But Lei Dong couldn't see that her white hands hidden under the black robe were trembling slightly.

  Lei Dong left the mountain pass, and he didn't know how long he had been walking. Between him and the black-robed woman, although the process was strange and unbelievable. But he couldn't deny that she was the first woman in his past life and this life. After waking up and finding out it wasn't because of being drained, he thought about last night's craziness, that kind of exhilarating and soul-stirring feeling. It made him unknowingly develop a vague, inexplicable emotion towards the black-robed woman.

  However, with her own indifference and disdain, the wonderful feelings that had just arisen were shattered in an instant, leaving only humiliating anger.

  Is it a wounded self-esteem? Lei's heart is secretly aching, strength, only strength can truly give oneself everything. If one has the power to conquer the heavens, they can completely use brute force to thoroughly subdue her.

  As he thought of this, Lei Dong felt that the dry heat and swelling sensation in his dantian was getting stronger and stronger, a sign of an increasingly intense breakthrough. This made him wonder if, after a night of pleasure with her, not only had she not drained his energy, but he had actually gained many benefits from her?

  With a ghostly movement, he searched around and found a small cave, went in and tried to rush through.

  Never has Leidong's thirst for power reached such an intense level as it did at this moment. Originally, Leidong's motivation to cultivate immortality came entirely from the elusive wish for eternal life, or perhaps the desire to gain more strength in order to survive and live on.

  It was as if he had never experienced this moment before, Leidong thought of using violence to shatter her cold exterior, conquering her thoroughly in both body and mind. The scorching sensation in his dantian grew stronger. Leidong held his breath, concentrated his spirit, drove out all distractions, and slowly guided the true energy into the meridians, where it began to flow. He took a step forward towards the next level of cultivation.

  She didn't know how long she sat there, watching the sunset and sunrise.

  In this life, it seems that from the moment of birth, she was destined to become a generation of demon masters. From an early age, there is only cultivation, continuous cultivation, promotion, and continuous promotion. As her strength grew higher, those who were originally still in contact with her fellow disciples began to show respect and fear towards her.

  Lonely.

  It's been so long that I don't know how much longer. In life, apart from cultivating and advancing, it's all about killing for the sect. The more people you kill, the lonelier you become. The lonelier you are, the more you want to go out and kill.

  Killed to the end, whether it's the orthodox or the evil sect. When they see themselves, they all have a fearful and terrified expression.

  She originally thought that she would spend her life killing and eventually die a lonely death by being killed. She had even forgotten that she was a woman, or a flesh-and-blood woman.

  Originally she thought she could easily kill that little brat whose cultivation was as insignificant as an ant.

  It wasn't until she saw the anger on his determined face and in his eyes that she realized killing someone wasn't easy. If one's heart is devoid of emotions, it's possible to do it with a swift slash of the knife. But if there are attachments in one's heart, can the knife still be so sharp?

  It wasn't until today that she realized her own heart could also ache.

  From his initial anger, despair, and pain to the final calmness in his eyes, he never showed a pleading expression, always piercing her heart. Yet she still wanted to see how long his pride could last.

  But in the end, a hint of inexplicable tenderness and a deep affection from the bottom of his heart appeared in his eyes. It was as if a sharp knife had been inserted into her heart, stirring it fiercely several times. Because she knew that before he died, he was no longer himself.

  This was her first taste of heartache in this life. Everything came so suddenly and left her defenseless.

  The name, as if it has been a long, long time since anyone called it, and it's already forgotten.

  Now, it seems like everyone calls themselves Tianmo.

  Her figure had just transformed into a cluster of dark mist, drifting away. A crystal tear, as if falling from the void, splashed in the small stream, creating a tiny and almost invisible ripple.