Buzz!
As Lin Dong and Lin Langtian stepped toward the glowing light film—relying on the power of their Heavenly flame and ancestral talismans—a burst of purple-gold light shot out, halting their advance. The moment it struck them, they were forced back and unconsciously sat down in place.
That radiant light was not just a barrier—it was part of the purple-gold skin itself, radiating an incredibly pure and ancient energy. The eighth floor of the Primordial Chaos Tower was healing its master—the Lord of Primordial Chaos.
Ye Feng and Ying Huanhuan understood this well. If they attempted to absorb the Primordial Qi here, it would disrupt the healing process and ultimately doom the Primordial Lord.
Passing through the film felt like plunging into a purple-gold ocean.
At the center of this ocean lay a towering giant, nearly a thousand feet tall. His skin shimmered with divine purple and gold, etched with ancient, mystical patterns. Even in slumber, the space around him twisted and warped under the pressure of his presence. If this being were to stand, the entire realm would likely collapse.
This was power incarnate—absolute and primal.
The purple-gold skin Lin Dong and Lin Langtian had just absorbed? Merely a discarded layer from this colossal being.
"An old friend has arrived… still sleeping?" Ying Huanhuan's voice took on a teasing lilt, almost playful. The moment her words fell, the eyes of the Lord of Primordial Chaos slowly opened.
RUMBLE—!
The space thundered as his gaze broke through the silence, as though the end of the world loomed.
"You're here... Junior Sister," the Lord of the Desolation murmured. His voice alone caused tremors to ripple through the tower.
"Master," Ying Huanhuan asked softly, "can you save him?"
"Depends. Is there a reward?" Ye Feng replied with a sly grin.
"Huh? You wouldn't dare…" Ying Huanhuan's voice wavered.
"Huanhuan, your father already accepted my proposal. You are my fiancée now. Why are you still so shy around me?"
"I just…" Ying Huanhuan pursed her lips, then whispered coyly, "How about I… change my posture?"
"Change?" Ye Feng blinked.
"I mean..." Her cheeks flushed crimson as her fingers brushed across her lips.
Ye Feng, unfazed, stepped forward. "Alright."
With a single thought, ten golden runes lit up beneath his feet.
"Sixth Divine Skill: Embrace of the Goddess of Life!"
His sixth soul ring flared as a towering green figure—graceful, divine—materialized and gently embraced the Lord of Primordial Chaos. Under her arms, the Lord's shattered body began to heal, the damage visibly vanishing with each passing second.
Though severely wounded, the restoration took no more than three minutes.
"I... I'm healed?" The Lord flexed his limbs in astonishment.
He had expected a thousand years of slow recovery, yet Ye Feng had healed him in moments.
"Wait... Juinor sister, did you call him 'Master'?" the Lord asked, shrinking down to human size and inspecting Ye Feng.
"Strange... I sense none of Master's aura in him. How could he reincarnate after sacrificing himself?"
"He's my master in this life," Ying Huanhuan explained with a warm smile.
"Oh."
"She's also my fiancée," Ye Feng added casually.
"What?! Fiancée?! A master-disciple romance?" the Lord nearly choked. "You... you, Lord Bing, of all people? You once mocked mortal affection! Now you've fallen in love?"
"People change," Ying Huanhuan murmured, her face red but filled with conviction.
"Fair enough." The Lord of the Desolation paused. "And the others? Are they still asleep?"
"Not yet. My master and I are about to wake them. Want to join us?" Huanhuan offered.
Before he could answer, Ye Feng cut in smoothly, "Big guy, you've just awakened. Don't you want to explore the world a bit?"
The Lord caught the not-so-subtle hint. "Heh, yeah… I'll take a look around outside. Don't worry, I won't stick around. But don't forget to invite me to the wedding!"
With a laugh, he vanished, giving the couple the privacy they clearly desired.
He did not take the Honghuang Tower with him. Perhaps he felt it belonged to a new generation now.
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"Master, where are we heading next?" Ying Huanhuan asked.
Lin Qingtan had returned to Qingyang City—pregnant and under Ye Feng's care. Ling Qingzhu had departed for the Jiutian Taiqing Palace to pass on the martial arts Ye Feng entrusted to her.
Now, the only woman remaining at his side was Ying Huanhuan.
Ye Feng hadn't "eaten meat" in three days—out of consideration for Huanhuan's feelings. She'd told him she was afraid of pain.
But now…
"Didn't you say there'd be a reward?" Ye Feng asked with a roguish grin.
"Now?" Huanhuan blushed instantly.
"This is the eighth floor of the Primordial Tower. Lin Dong and the others can't come up here. Just the two of us... No one's stealing the feast."
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An hour later, Ye Feng and Ying Huanhuan emerged from the light film. Lin Dong, Lin Langtian, Chi Hao, and the others were still cultivating diligently on the seventh floor, immersed in the dense Primordial Qi.
"Where to next?" Ye Feng asked.
"Let's go save Yan Zu," Ying Huanhuan replied without hesitation.
Her mind flashed to a man who had pursued her in her past life—a formidable cultivator. "He's different from the others," she added. "If he awakens, he'll probably challenge you."
"Perfect," Ye Feng smirked. "I've been itching for a proper duel."
The Wudong Qiankun Plane was powerful—but it no longer satisfied him. The cultivators here, even the elite, were too weak to challenge him. His sights were set higher.
Once he fulfilled Ying Huanhuan's request—awakening her former companions—he would travel to the Douluo Plane, reunite with Xiao Wu and the others, and then ascend to the Great Thousand World.
"Should we wait for the others?" Huanhuan asked, glancing at the cultivators still meditating below.
"No need," Ye Feng said. "There's no danger here. Only those qualified can reach the seventh floor. Let them cultivate."
He extended his arm and gently pulled her close.
"Are you ready?"
Ying Huanhuan nodded, her cheeks still flushed.
Even now, after everything, she still blushed whenever they touched.
With a wave of his hand, space trembled. A silver light split the air—and the two vanished from the eighth floor of the Honghuang Tower.
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