165: Chapter 165 Lin Aotian's mentality completely collapsed.

In the deathly silent starry sky, the gazes of tens of thousands of Cultivators all converged in front of the Xiao Family's nine dragon agarwood carriage.

Ye Wuhun stopped three feet in front of Zi Yun.

The True Solar Fire on his dark gold armor slowly extinguished, and his Half-step Immortal King pressure was completely withdrawn.

He flipped his palm.

His storage ring lit up.

A female Cultivator's feather raiment, thin as a cicada's wing and emitting a nine-colored divine light, appeared in his hand.

Extremely fine Law runes flowed across the surface of the feather raiment, and the surrounding space faintly distorted under the aura of this Magic Treasure.

"Nine Heavens Streaming Light Feather Raiment!" An older generation Immortal Lord in the crowd cried out in shock.

A top-grade defensive Immortal Artifact; it could even block a strike from an Immortal King.

Ye Wuhun turned a deaf ear to the exclamations around him.

His dark gold eyes stared at Zi Yun's exquisite Face.

"Take it."

Ye Wuhun handed the feather raiment forward, his tone overbearing, leaving no room for negotiation.

"I disturbed you in the ruins just now; consider this feather raiment as this Young Lord's apology."

Zi Yun did not take it; she frowned slightly and took half a step back.

Seeing her step back, Ye Wuhun didn't get angry but instead laughed.

He took a step forward, his voice infused with spiritual energy, spreading throughout the edge of the Star Domain.

"Nickname, if you are willing to consider becoming the Young Mistress of my Tianshu Palace, in this Xingwei Star Domain, or even the entire Upper Realm, no one will dare to touch you in the slightest."

Silence.

A suffocating silence.

Not far away, from that pile of mud on the deck, came a burst of violent coughing.

Every bone in Lin Aotian's body was shattered, and his chest was deeply sunken.

He heard Ye Wuhun's words.

Every word turned into a physical blade, ruthlessly gouging at his brain.

Stealing my Opportunity, and now wanting to steal my woman!

Previously, Su Yun destroyed everything of mine, and now another Ye Wuhun has appeared!

Extreme jealousy and humiliation exploded in his veins.

"Ah—!"

Lin Aotian's eyes were bloodshot, the corners of his eyes split, and blood flowed down his cheeks.

He forcibly burned the last trace of Destiny Origin in his Sea of Consciousness in exchange for a moment of mobility.

His arms propped himself up, ten fingers digging into the hard Agarwood deck, leaving bloody gouges.

Dragging his broken legs, he crawled out of the pool of blood, swaying as he charged toward Ye Wuhun.

"What kind of thing are you!" Lin Aotian hissed hysterically, saliva mixing with blood foam as it sprayed out. "Nickname is mine, she's mine! Get lost!"

He reached out a scorched hand, wanting to push Ye Wuhun away.

Before he could even get within ten feet of Ye Wuhun.

A saber-wielding guard from Tianshu Palace standing behind them had a darkened expression and threw a slap across the air.

"Impudent."

Slap!

An extremely crisp and loud sound of a slap echoed in the starry sky.

The thick immortal power of the Immortal Lord realm slapped directly onto Lin Aotian's left cheek.

Half of Lin Aotian's cheek instantly collapsed, and over a dozen teeth, along with bits of flesh, flew out of his mouth.

His entire body flipped three times in the air before crashing heavily onto the railing at the edge of the jade carriage.

The sturdy railing broke upon impact.

Lin Aotian rolled down the steps and hit the deck again, his limbs twitching in an extremely distorted manner.

Ye Wuhun looked away, his gaze toward Lin Aotian no different from looking at a cockroach that had been stepped on.

"If it weren't for Nickname's Face, you wouldn't even know how many times you would have died by now."

Ye Wuhun's voice was cold, his killing intent unconcealed. "If you dare say another word, the next time I strike will be the day you die."

Lin Aotian lay on the ground.

Through his blurred vision, he looked ahead.

Ye Wuhun was in his dark gold armor, and Zi Yun was in an ice-blue dress.

The two stood Face to Face.

The man was overbearing and Zhang Kuang, the woman was cold and ethereal.

The tens of thousands of Cultivators in the area lowered their heads and held their breath.

Why?

I am the most stunning Genius of the Lower Realm; I should be the one in the spotlight!

"Nickname..."

Lin Aotian spat out blood bubbles, reaching his hand toward Zi Yun, hoping she would say even a single word for him, just like before.

Hoping she would throw that clothing directly into Ye Wuhun's Face.

Zi Yun's gaze remained lowered, not giving the Lin Aotian on the ground a single look.

She reached out her fair and slender hands and took the Nine Heavens Streaming Light Feather Raiment that emitted nine-colored divine light.

Lin Aotian's outstretched hand froze in mid-air.

Holding the feather raiment, Zi Yun slightly bent her knees, giving Ye Wuhun a thank-you salute that showed the great elegance of a noble family.

"Nickname appreciates Young Lord Night's kindness."

Zi Yun's voice was soft, and a perfectly timed look of conflict and hesitation flashed in her eyes.

She bit her lower lip, and when she looked up again, she gave an ambiguous answer.

"It's just... this matter is of great importance, and Nickname needs to inform my father. As for the matter of a Dao Companion, Nickname... will consider it."

Will consider it.

These three words fell into Lin Aotian's ears, directly shattering his entire world.

A series of meaningless rasps came from Lin Aotian's throat.

Looking at the brilliant feather raiment in Zi Yun's hands, the light seemed incredibly piercing at this moment.

It stabbed straight into the top of his head, dyeing it with a layer of green that he couldn't shake off.

She accepted it.

She actually accepted someone else's token of love!

And she even said she would consider it right in front of me!

That Xiao Ninger, who in the Lower Realm had repeatedly said she only loved him and would wait for him to marry her even across two realms, was dead.

Completely dead.

Pfft—!

Lin Aotian's anger attacked his heart, and he spat a large mouthful of black blood onto the deck. His eyes completely lost focus, and he fainted.

Ye Wuhun looked at Zi Yun's shy and evasive gaze, feeling very pleased.

With a loud laugh, he turned and boarded the Bronze Chariot.

"Three months from now, this Young Lord will personally visit the Xiao Family Head."

Nine Golden Crows pulled the chariot, crashing through the starry sky and departing.

Seeing this, the various major forces also began to withdraw their warships.

"Return." Zi Yun casually threw the Streaming Light Feather Raiment to Qing Yuan behind her, not even looking at it again.

"Young Miss, what should we do with this trash?" Qing Yuan pointed at the unconscious Lin Aotian on the ground.

Zi Yun glanced at that pile of bloody flesh: "Throw him into the bottom hold."

The nine dragon agarwood carriage let out a roar, and nine True Dragon phantoms pulled the jade carriage, flying through the air toward the Xiao Family Divine Mountain.

...

The bottom hold of the immortal ship.

This was originally a place for storing miscellaneous items and discarded spiritual materials.

The roar of the Formation was deafening, and the surroundings were filled with cold, damp mist.

Lin Aotian was thrown onto the iron plating in the corner by Qing Yuan like a piece of trash.

The extreme cold woke him from his unconscious state with pain.

He opened his eyes; there was only dim, faint light around him.

The bleeding wounds and the sharp pain from his broken Meridians tortured his nerves every second.

But compared to the physical pain, what drove him even more insane were the images that wouldn't leave his mind.

Zi Yun's posture as she bowed, the way her eyes rippled when she accepted the feather raiment, and that sentence "will consider it."

"Bitch... they're all bitches..." Lin Aotian gritted his teeth, his gums constantly bleeding.

Su Yun stole his Foundation, and Ye Wuhun crushed his dignity to his Face.

Even his only obsession, Xiao Ninger, was begging others for mercy because of a few treasures and power.

He was unwilling. He hated.

He wanted nothing more than to kill everyone, skin Ye Wuhun alive, and pin Xiao Ninger to the ground to humiliate her!

As this extreme resentment and madness escalated.

Deep within his already shattered Dantian, that trace of Devilish Qi fluctuation previously left behind by Zi Yun and Qing Yuan finally found a breeding ground.

Resentment turned into nourishment.

A trace of pure black, eerie aura grew from the cracks in his Dantian and began to spread along his broken Meridians.

Wherever the black Qi passed, the Meridians were forcibly reconnected, and a power that defied common sense was revived within his body.

Lin Aotian did not resist this black Qi. He greedily absorbed this evil power.

The whites of his eyes quickly faded from their original color, occupied by a smear of pure darkness.

"I need power... I want revenge..." Low growls like those of a wild beast echoed in the bottom hold.

...

The top floor of the immortal ship, the master bedroom's secret room.

The surrounding Formations were completely sealed, cutting off all external investigation.

Zi Yun took off her outer ice-blue dress, wearing only a thin, plain white undergarment.

She walked to the jade table in the center of the secret room.

Her right hand rose, and her sleeve slid down.

A mass of purple mist emerged from her palm.

The surrounding space immediately made a creaking sound, as if it were unable to bear the weight.

The vast aura from the beginning of the Universe instantly filled the entire secret room.

The primordial dao seed.

Zi Yun looked at the Dao seed in her hand, a mocking smile curling at the corner of her mouth.

That fool Ye Wuhun fought to the death for a pile of junk, while the true supreme creation ended up in her hands after all.

The top-grade Formation Plate bestowed by Family Head had also exhausted its power, all of it becoming a stepping stone for this Dao seed.

All of this was for her husband.

Buzz—!

Just as Zi Yun was examining the Dao seed, the layer of grayish-white Lower Realm Heavenly Dao Origin wrapped around its surface suddenly fluctuated violently.

Then.

Deep within Zi Yun's Sea of Consciousness, the familiar voice of a man, spanning across the endless starry river barriers and carrying an absolute, irresistible majesty, boomed.

"Wife."

The moment she heard those two words, all the hair on Zi Yun's body stood on end.

"Your husband is about to come up; get ready to receive me." Su Yun's overbearing voice was tinged with laziness and a light laugh.

That sliver of Karma line connecting the two realms condensed to the extreme at this moment.

Zi Yun's movements froze.

Her cold and arrogant posture, which she had maintained flawlessly in front of outsiders, collapsed in an instant upon hearing this voice.

A physiological tremor surged from the depths of her marrow.

Zi Yun's breathing suddenly became rapid, an abnormal flush rose to her Face, and her pupils dilated in an instant.

It was extreme love, an obsession that went deep into the Soul.

Thump.

Zi Yun's knees went weak, and she knelt directly onto the hard, cold Jade crystal stone floor.

Her hands tightly held that primordial dao seed, which could make countless Immortal Kings fight to the death, and raised it high above her head.

Her body trembled uncontrollably due to extreme excitement, and she didn't even notice her forehead hitting the ground.

Looking into the Void Realm of the secret room, a light of ecstatic madness erupted in her eyes as she responded with a trembling voice.

"Husband..."

Zi Yun pressed her Face against the cold jade stone, greedily feeling that faint Heavenly Dao bond.

"Your throne, Yuner has already prepared it for you."