233: Chapter 233 Conquering the Sea of ​​Consciousness (Part 2): Darling, Call Me Husband

As Xu Chen's overbearing declaration fell, his palm pressed against the mystic ice cage exerted sudden force.

"Crack—"

That transparent ice cage, condensed from Wu Mingkong's ten-thousand-year obsession and unbreakable, instantly became covered in spiderweb-like cracks under the erosion of the Hongmeng Purple Qi.

"No... don't come over!"

Wu Mingkong's true spirit within the ice cage shrank back in terror, her hands shielding her chest tightly.

At this moment, she had long lost the majesty of an Empress, leaving only the instinctual fear of a woman facing an absolutely dominant intruder.

"Bang!"

With a crisp sound, the ice cage completely shattered, turning into crystalline ice dust filling the sky.

Without the final barrier, Xu Chen stepped forward, reached out to grab Wu Mingkong's pale, cold wrist, and gave a sudden, forceful pull.

"Ah!"

A short, sharp exclamation.

Wu Mingkong's true spirit uncontrollably threw herself into Xu Chen's embrace.

That was a true "collision into an embrace."

Although both of their bodies were condensed from Divine Soul energy, in this special dimension of the Sea of Consciousness, the tactile sensation was a hundred times more real than the Physical Body.

Xu Chen only felt that what he was holding in his arms was not void, but a piece of ten-thousand-year mystic ice, bone-chillingly cold.

But at the same time, that soft, delicate touch made the Hongmeng Primordial Spirit within him instantly heat up.

"Let me go! You treacherous traitor!"

Wu Mingkong struggled desperately in his arms, wanting to push away this audacious man.

But her strength had long been exhausted, and in Xu Chen's eyes, that little resistance seemed more like the flirtatious behavior of someone who wants to refuse but secretly welcomes it.

"Traitor?"

Xu Chen looked down at the beautiful woman in his arms, who was filled with shame and indignation, and a wicked smile curved at the corner of his mouth, "Your Majesty, I am currently saving you."

"Your true spirit has dried up to the extreme, and it is covered in cracks everywhere. If I don't repair it immediately, you will truly experience Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering."

"I would rather die than have you save me!" Wu Mingkong bit her silver teeth, her eyes filled with stubbornness.

She could feel that this man's "treatment" was definitely not proper. Once that extremely Yang and rigid Primordial Spirit energy invaded her body, it would be a complete defilement.

"Want to die? Did I agree to that?"

Xu Chen's eyes turned cold, and he stopped wasting words.

One hand gripped Wu Mingkong's slender waist tightly, fixing her in his embrace, while the other hand pressed directly onto her back.

"Bear with it, it will hurt a bit at first."

Before his voice fell, the Hongmeng Primordial Spirit within Xu Chen erupted.

That vast, sacred, and absolutely overbearing Hongmeng Purple Qi turned into a rolling torrent, following Xu Chen's palm and forcibly rushing into Wu Mingkong's broken true spirit.

"Ugh—!!"

Wu Mingkong's body suddenly tensed, her eyes widened, and she let out a shrill, miserable scream.

This feeling was like a riverbed that had been dried for countless years suddenly being forcibly washed by a flood; it was also like rusty, locked gears being forcibly turned by an external force.

"Bas...tard..."

Wu Mingkong trembled all over from the pain, her fingernails digging deeply into Xu Chen's arm. Tears slid down her pale cheeks and dripped onto the ground of the Sea of Consciousness, turning into ice beads.

"Relax."

Xu Chen's voice sounded in her ear, no longer the mockery from before, but carrying a hint of bewitching magic, "Don't resist it, accept it. Let my power become your power."

Following his words, that originally violent Hongmeng Purple Qi suddenly became gentle.

That tearing, excruciating pain receded like a tide, and in its place was an indescribable... numbness.

"Mm..."

Wu Mingkong's screams came to an abrupt halt, turning into a low moan that made even her feel ashamed.

Her originally tense body instantly softened, and the hands that had wanted to push Xu Chen away now rested weakly on his shoulders, as if seeking an embrace.

In the Sea of Consciousness, a sudden change occurred.

The originally gray and dead sky began to glow with golden rays of light.

The barren ruins beneath their feet, at the moment their Divine Souls fused, actually began to grow tender green Spiritual Plants.

That dilapidated Weiyang Palace, under the nourishment of the Hongmeng Purple Qi, automatically had countless bricks and tiles fly up, beginning to repair and rebuild at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This was the miracle of Divine Soul Fusion.

Xu Chen's Hongmeng Primordial Spirit was fundamentally reshaping Wu Mingkong's world.

But this process, for Wu Mingkong, was one of extreme shame and torture.

Because Divine Soul Fusion meant having no reservations.

She could clearly feel Xu Chen's will, like mercury seeping into every corner of her Soul.

All of her memories, all of her secrets, all of her joys, sorrows, and delights were completely open to this man at this moment.

In front of this man, she no longer had any dignity left.

"Please... stop..."

Wu Mingkong trembled in his arms, her voice soft and glutinous like a puddle of water, "It's too much... I... I can't take it anymore..."

That feeling of Soul-trembling came in waves, leaving her brain blank, with the only thought being surrender.

"Even if you can't take it, you must."

Xu Chen not only did not stop, but increased the input of his Divine Soul power.

The light of their two Primordial Spirits completely fused at this moment, turning into a brilliant Yin and Yang Taiji diagram, suspended in the center of the Weiyang Palace's main hall.

This was a true "spiritual intercourse."

Deeper, more direct, and more bone-deep than a physical union.

"Look at me."

Xu Chen suddenly spoke, his tone unquestionable.

Wu Mingkong's dazed eyes subconsciously looked at him.

Xu Chen lowered his head, their foreheads touching, their nose tips brushing against each other.

"Who do you belong to now?" Xu Chen asked softly.

"I am... Daxia's..." Wu Mingkong was still making a final struggle.

"Wrong."

Xu Chen's brows furrowed slightly, and his Divine Soul power suddenly vibrated.

"Ah!"

Wu Mingkong shuddered, that feeling of her Soul ascending making her instantly collapse.

"Say it again, who do you belong to?" Xu Chen pressed on.

"It's... it's yours..."

Wu Mingkong finally collapsed. She hugged Xu Chen's neck tightly, like a drowning person clutching the only piece of driftwood, crying, "It's yours... everything is yours..."

Her pride, her persistence, were completely shattered at this moment.

"Good girl."

Xu Chen smiled with satisfaction, reaching out to wipe away the tears at the corners of her eyes, "Since you are mine, you must have a title for me."

He leaned into Wu Mingkong's ear and whispered two words with a wicked smile: "Call me Husband."

Wu Mingkong's body stiffened.

These two words, to an Empress who had never married and regarded men as nothing, were even more painful than killing her.

"I... no..."

"Hmm?" Xu Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, making a move to "punish" her again.

"Don't! No!"

Wu Mingkong was terrified; she was truly afraid.

This man was a devil, a devil who controlled the life and death of her Soul.

She closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling violently, and shouted in a voice as thin as a mosquito's hum, ashamed to the extreme: "Hus... Husband."

Although the voice was small, it seemed to have used up all her strength.

"I didn't hear you." Xu Chen pushed his luck.

Wu Mingkong felt so aggrieved she wanted to cry, but the situation was stronger than the person.

She took a deep breath, abandoned all shame, and shouted loudly: "Husband! You are my husband! Please... spare me..."

With this shout, it seemed to break some kind of shackle.

The last line of defense in her heart completely collapsed.

Xu Chen looked at the Empress in his arms who had completely surrendered, and a sense of unparalleled achievement welled up in his heart.

"Good."

He kissed Wu Mingkong lightly on the forehead, leaving a Hongmeng brand belonging to himself in the depths of her true spirit.

"Since you called me Husband, Husband will help you heal this last bit of injury."

Boom—

The final, most pure Hongmeng Origin was injected.

The Sea of Consciousness world let out a joyful roar.

That largest crack in the sky finally healed completely.

The entire Weiyang Palace took on a new look, magnificent and golden, radiating sacred imperial Dragon Qi.

And that once ferocious frost Dragon now re-condensed, turning into a golden Divine Dragon, obediently coiling above the main hall, lowering its arrogant head toward Xu Chen.

Wu Mingkong's true spirit was no longer pale, but radiated a lustrous jade light, becoming solid and powerful.

The treatment ended.

Xu Chen slowly withdrew his power, and their Primordial Spirits gradually separated.

The void left by the Soul's withdrawal actually made a trace of inexplicable reluctance rise in Wu Mingkong's heart.

She lay paralyzed on the ground, breathing heavily, looking at the man in front of her who was like a god, her eyes complex to the extreme.

Hate him? Of course she hated him; he had forcibly broken in and acted recklessly.

But besides hate, there was more of an unprecedented dependency and awe.

"Alright."

Xu Chen's figure was already a bit illusory at this time; this Soul repair was also a huge consumption for him.

He looked at Wu Mingkong, who was lying on the ground, and smiled: "The scenery here is good, but we should go back. Your Physical Body is still waiting for you outside."

Wu Mingkong bit her lip, lowering her head, not daring to look at him, only nodding gently.

"Remember the feeling just now."

Xu Chen's figure began to turn into light spots and dissipate, preparing to return to his Physical Body.

"Also, remember what you called me just now."

Accompanied by that mocking laughter, Xu Chen's Hongmeng Primordial Spirit completely disappeared from the Sea of Consciousness.

Only Wu Mingkong was left alone, sitting in the center of the brand-new main hall.

She reached out to touch her brow, where the temperature of that man's Primordial Spirit seemed to still linger.