"Boom!"
A deafening roar of thunder crashed down, shaking the heavens.
The sheer volume of the thunder made ears ring, and the quiet confession Yin Feijing had just made was utterly drowned out.
In the next instant, a sharp wave of air swept across the area.
Wherever it touched, hundred-year-old trees and massive boulders alike were obliterated.
Ye Yu, his mind focused, surrounded himself and Yin Feijing with sword energy, creating a protective barrier.
Only then were they able to stand firmly amidst the chaos.
As the wave subsided, the tribulation clouds in the sky began to slowly dissipate.
This was the definitive sign that the heavenly tribulation had come to an end.
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Ye Yu immediately dispelled the sword energy around him and prepared to step forward to investigate.
But before he could take even two steps, a white figure suddenly hurled itself into his arms.
The impact was so strong that Ye Yu was forced to stagger back two steps.
The white figure was none other than Xie Muling.
Though her clothing was somewhat tattered, she radiated an even more vibrant aura than before.
Even the two dragon horns on her head gleamed like the purest white jade, dazzling in their translucence.
Standing to the side, Yin Feijingâs eyes widened in shock.
It wasnât the sight of the dragon horns that surprised her.
What startled her was the intimate way Xie Muling clung to Ye Yu, their embrace far exceeding what could be considered normal between senior and junior disciples.
When Yin Feijing had first seen Xie Muling earlier, she herself had tried to rush forward, only to have Ye Yu stop her with a single hand pressed against her forehead.
At the time, she had thought their relationship seemed friendly, even playful.
But now, with Xie Muling draped over Ye Yu like this, Yin Feijing couldnât help but feel a surge of unease.
What on earth was going on between them?
Yin Feijing felt a wave of urgency, a desire to separate them immediately.
But she had no suitable excuse to intervene.
Thankfully, Ye Yu acted swiftly, lifting his hand to push Xie Muling away.
"Senior Sister, can you mind your image? Youâre a dragon, for heavenâs sake!"
"Who cares about being a dragon? Itâs just the two of us here anyway..." Xie Mulingâs words trailed off as her gaze landed on Yin Feijing, who stood nearby.
Her expression shifted, and she quickly leapt down from Ye Yu, walking toward Yin Feijing with slow, deliberate steps.
Her pupils turned into sinister, vertical slits.
In that instant, Yin Feijing felt as though she had been plunged into an icy abyss.
Her body trembled uncontrollably.
In her eyes, it was as if a colossal true dragon, thousands of feet tall, loomed behind Xie Muling, staring down at her insignificant form with disdain.
Dragonâs Might!
An instinctive suppression that overwhelmed all members of the demon race.
Just as Yin Feijing stood paralyzed, unsure of what to do, Ye Yu stepped in front of her.
"Senior Sister, sheâs my friend. She promised not to reveal that youâre a true dragon."
At these words, the killing intent radiating from Xie Muling vanished instantly.
Her pupils returned to their usual gentle gaze.
"If sheâs your friend, then itâs fine.
Junior Brother, Iâve successfully overcome my tribulation. Letâs become Dao companions and stay together every day! What do you think?"
As she spoke, Xie Muling made to throw herself into Ye Yuâs arms again.
But Ye Yu swiftly raised his hand, pressing firmly on her dragon horns to keep her at bay.
He couldnât help but notice how the horns feltâsmooth and warm, like polished jade.
Quite pleasant, actually.
Ye Yu shot Xie Muling a surprised look, then turned to Yin Feijing.
"What did you just call me? The thunder was so loud earlier; I didnât catch it."
Yin Feijing bit her lip tightly.
She had come here intending to confess her feelings.
But fate had conspired against her, drowning her words in the roar of thunder.
What she hadnât expected was that Xie Muling shared the same intentionsâand had beaten her to the punch.
In this situation, someone like Lin Miaoxue might have backed down.
But Yin Feijing was different.
In the dream realm, she had already missed her chance with Ye Yu.
She wasnât about to let that happen again.
"Ye Yu, I like you! I want to be your Dao companion!"
Her voice rang out as loudly as she could muster, startling Ye Yu.
He blinked in surprise, staring at Yin Feijing in confusion.
Why was she shouting like this?
Wait, hold on.
Did she just say she liked him?
And wanted to become his Dao companion?
Ye Yu awkwardly scratched his nose.
What was going on today?
Why did two women suddenly want to be his Dao companion?
Could it be that his destiny was to face a double peach blossom calamity today?
While Ye Yu stood there, dumbfounded, Xie Muling quickly concealed her dragon horns.
She stepped forward and once again latched onto Ye Yu, pressing against him without hesitation.
Yin Feijing didnât bother to acknowledge the scene.
Instead, she looked directly into Ye Yuâs eyes.
"Are you going to agree or not? Give me a clear answer!"
Yin Feijing was a smart woman.
As long as Ye Yu hadnât officially agreed, she and Xie Muling werenât yet truly his Dao companions.
Only once a decision was made could she assert her rightful place and demand that Xie Muling step aside.
This was what it meant to act with proper justification.
Xie Muling, however, was unbothered.
"Iâll answer for Junior Brotherâsure, you two can be Dao companions! But donât interfere with my cuddling time!"
Ye Yu and Yin Feijingâs expressions instantly became a kaleidoscope of emotions.
Meanwhile.
Yun Roumu found herself accidentally wandering into a secret realm.
Here, she faced countless perils and barely escaped death multiple times.
At long last, she reached the heart of the secret realm.
There, she saw an ice coffin.
Inside it lay a woman of unparalleled beauty, perfectly preserved.
This puzzled Yun Roumu.
Why would such a pristine corpse be preserved in a place like this?
As she pondered, a spiritual form of the woman suddenly appeared above the ice coffin.
With a gentle motion, the woman raised a finger and pointed into the void.
The seal suppressing Yun Roumuâs demon power shattered instantly.
Behind her, two butterfly wings manifested, their gentle movements scattering tiny starlike fragments into the air.
The woman smiled faintly. "I never thought Iâd find someone like you. Though youâre only a half-demon, your bloodline is quite pure, and your aptitude is impressive.
You are worthy of becoming my successor."
Though Yun Roumu remained cautious, she took a half-step back and asked softly, "Who are you?"
The womanâs figure grew more distinct, and behind her, massive phantom wings similar to Yun Roumuâs spread wide.
Every beat of the wings shed starlight, creating a mesmerizing scene.
The woman then introduced herself.
Like Yun Roumu, she was also a Chaos Illusion Butterfly.
Her name was Zhimeng.
The only difference was that Zhimeng was a great demon, while Yun Roumu was only a half-demon.
Two thousand years ago.
Zhimeng had reached the late stage of the Ascension realm.
Becoming an immortal within a century was a certainty for her, as simple as plucking something from her pocket.
But then, her enemies came for her.
A fierce battle ensued.
Though Zhimeng repelled her foes, she sustained fatal injuries and knew her days were numbered.
Not wanting to die in vain.
Zhimeng used a secret art to forcibly create this secret realm and set up barriers.
Only those with her bloodline, the Chaos Illusion Butterfly, could enter.
Her goal was to find a successor to carry on her legacy and avenge her death.