632: Acting pro Mu Laohei

She slowly stood up. The invisible pressure of a Void Refining Realm expert caused Old Black Mu, who was standing beside her, to feel a surge of fear.

Her gaze was burning as she looked at Yao Delong. Although her voice still carried a hint of hoarseness, it was exceptionally clear and calm:

“Husband, Father linked his lifelong Cultivation base to my life. This grace and affection are heavier than Mount Cang.

I need time to completely refine and stabilize this power, truly integrating Father’s 'Dao' into my 'Origin'.”

She paused, her gaze sweeping across the scorched earth belonging to the Demonic Domain,

“The Xuan Ye Dynasty, where the Nine Nether Sect holds great power, is paradoxically 'safer' for me than Hegemonic Summer or Great Yan.

Given my current Cultivation and identity, it is temporarily... inconvenient for me to return to the Yin Yang Sect with you.”

Yao Delong gazed deeply at her. In the depths of her clear eyes lay suppressed pain and a resilience akin to Rebirth after breaking the cocoon.

He understood that her father’s sacrifice was a massive blow to her, and this power also signified a heavy responsibility.

He felt pity in his heart, but he respected her choice even more.

“Alright.” He nodded emphatically, his voice low and firm,

“Focus on Cultivating and stabilizing your Realm. Your mother... I will definitely rescue her! This is our shared promise!”

He looked at Old Black Mu, “Xiao Hei!”

Old Black Mu immediately scurried over, holding himself in an extremely humble posture, his tone utterly respectful:

“Mistress! Please rest assured! The territory of the Xuan Ye Dynasty will be our turf from now on!

If you have any errands, just send someone to Black Heaven City with a message. Xiao Hei will go through fire and water for you! I guarantee everything will be handled flawlessly!”

He patted his chest in assurance, his eyes revealing both shrewdness and servility.

Luo Tianying nodded, acknowledging Old Black Mu’s loyalty.

She took a deep breath, her gaze returning to Yao Delong, carrying a hint of reluctance but immense determination:

“Husband, Permanent Nothingness is dead, and his Soul Tablet has shattered. The upper echelons of the Nine Nether Sect will surely be shaken, and experts will soon descend here to investigate. You... must leave immediately!”

She walked toward the suspended Immortal Slaying Demon Breaking Spear, her jade hand gently brushing the cold spear shaft,

sensing the last faint trace of her father’s Qi. Immediately afterward, she waved her hand and stored this former Half-Step Dao Artifact into her storage ring.

“When my Cultivation is completely stable, and the True Scripture of Dual Source World Derivation reaches Major Achievement...”

She stared at Yao Delong, flames of determination and expectations for the future burning in her eyes, “...I will definitely come find you!”

“Mhm, I’ll wait for you!” Yao Delong nodded solemnly, his eyes equally filled with confidence.

Luo Tianying no longer hesitated, taking one last deep look at Yao Delong, as if to engrave his figure into her heart.

Immediately, Demonic Essence surged around her, transforming into a deep black stream of light that instantly tore through space,

fleeing toward a deeper, more hidden direction within the Xuan Ye Dynasty, vanishing at the edge of the sky in the blink of an eye.

Yao Delong watched her leave until the stream of light completely vanished from his sight.

He retracted his gaze and turned to Old Black Mu, who was waiting respectfully beside him, his eyes becoming sharp:

“Xiao Hei, the Nine Nether Sect’s forces are probably already on their way. You know what to say and what to do, right?”

The flattering smile on Old Black Mu’s face instantly disappeared, replaced by a shrewd and vicious expression:

“Master, rest assured! The ‘script’ is already ingrained in my mind! This battlefield has also been ‘meticulously arranged’ by your servant!”

He looked around proudly. “The residual traces of your overbearing Haoyang Power have all been covered and disguised by your servant using my own pure Evil Fire Qi, guaranteed to be seamless!

As for my ‘Withered Bone Senior Martial Uncle’... Hehe, he’s the best scapegoat! But Master...”

A fierce look flashed in his eyes. “If you ever get the chance to meet my real ‘Withered Bone Senior Martial Uncle’ in the future, please remember to ‘Clean Up the Sect’ for your servant!

Keeping him alive is always a disaster!” This was his true concern.

Yao Delong naturally understood his intentions and nodded faintly: “Mhm, noted. This person must be eliminated.”

He did not linger. His figure flickered, transforming into a stream of light that merged with the shadows, silently leaving this ruin that had become the eye of the storm.

Less than half an hour after Yao Delong left!

RUMBLE—!

Several terrifying figures, emitting monstrous Evil Qi and pressure that shook the Void Realm, tore through space and descended above Fengdu City!

The leader wore dark black, ferocious bone armor, his face sinister, and his aura deep as an abyss. It was none other than the Nine Nether Sect’s Vice Sect Master—Ye Wushang!

The elite Demonic Guards he brought immediately dispersed and sealed off the surroundings.

Ye Wushang’s gaze was like lightning, sweeping over the enormous deep pit below, which looked as if it had been gnawed by a massive beast,

feeling the residual chaotic energy currents and the intensely concentrated Malevolent Soul Evil Qi in the air. His face was so gloomy it could drip water.

He immediately spotted Old Black Mu on the edge of the ruins, covered in blood, his aura chaotic and weak, “laboriously” sitting cross-legged to heal his injuries.

“Old Black Mu!” Ye Wushang’s voice was icy cold, carrying unquestionable authority and a hint of scrutiny,

“You were actually able to return alive? Speak! What exactly happened here? Where is Permanent Nothingness?!”

Old Black Mu “laboriously” opened his eyes and saw Ye Wushang,

His face instantly “surged” with immense “grief” and the weakness of having “survived a catastrophe,” beginning his Oscar-worthy performance:

“Vi—Vice Sect Master! You... you finally arrived!” His voice was hoarse and choked with sobs. “Your Subordinate... your Subordinate is incompetent!”

He began the script he had prepared long ago:

“On the day at the Myriad Flower Spring Outing Valley... your Subordinate was careless and underestimated the enemy, resulting in capture by that Yao Delong!

That villain used vicious methods, sealed my Cultivation, and tortured me in every way... Your Subordinate originally intended to detonate my Primordial Spirit and perish together with that scoundrel...”

He displayed an expression of “humiliation” and “resolve.”

“Fortunately! Heaven did not abandon me!” He became “agitated,”

“My Withered Bone Senior Martial Uncle, who was traveling afar, sensed my imminent danger through a Secret Talisman on my body!

Senior Martial Uncle’s Divine Ability is peerless. In the Void Refining Perfection Realm, he tore through the Void Realm and traveled thousands of miles to rescue me!

Only then was your Subordinate saved from the demonic clutches of that Yao Delong!”

“Senior Martial Uncle, carrying my heavy injuries, originally wanted to return to the Sect,

but he sensed a violent burst of Senior Brother Permanent Nothingness’s aura in the direction of Fengdu City, along with a familiar, powerful Devilish Qi... It was the Mad Extreme Demon Lord!

So he took me and tore through space to rush back...”

His tone became a mix of “shock and fury”:

“Who knew... who knew that when we arrived, we saw Senior Brother fiercely fighting that Mad Extreme Old Dog!

The two seemed to have had a mishap during a transaction involving Materials for setting up a Top-tier Great Array. The Mad Extreme Old Dog actually tried to double-cross him!

Senior Brother resisted in anger... but that Old Dog’s strength was terrifying...”

He “grieved and raged,” pointing at the massive deep pit, his voice choked:

“Seeing this, Senior Martial Uncle immediately intervened to help!

When that Mad Extreme Old Dog saw Senior Martial Uncle arrive and knew he couldn’t win, he actually... actually used a terrifying Demonic Bottle Treasure!

The Myriad Demon Qi Transformation Bottle! Taking advantage of Senior Brother’s distraction, he... he forcibly sucked him into the bottle! Intending to refine him!”

“Senior Martial Uncle was furious! He attacked with full force, fighting fiercely with that Old Dog! The two fought until the heavens collapsed and the earth tore... resulting in this scene!”

He pointed at the ruins. “Finally, the Old Dog, heavily injured and unable to win, tried to escape! How could Senior Martial Uncle let him go? He roared, ‘Old scoundrel, don’t run!’

And tore through space to chase after him! Your Subordinate’s Cultivation is low, and I was heavily injured, so I could only watch helplessly... Senior Brother... Senior Brother...”

Old Black Mu was “grief-stricken,” beating his chest and stomping his feet, his performance utterly lifelike.