“Ha,” Yan Shu looked at everything before him, both unfamiliar and familiar, and could not help letting out a low chuckle.
Finally, he was dead.
Yet why did he still feel such lingering resentment? That person had dumped him a hundred times in the small worlds, while he had foolishly and naively offered his sincere heart every single time.
However, since the protagonist was dead and the small world had collapsed, he probably could not survive either.
No, perhaps in this present world, he still existed as another person.
Yet… Yan Shu’s eyes were filled with obsession and gloom, it was still just so infuriating.
“Exalted Lord, you have emerged from seclusion.” Seeing Mu Tinghan wake up and step out of the hall, the guard at the entrance said with respectful astonishment.
Mu Tinghan gave a faint “Mn” and rubbed his aching head.
He wore black robes of a simple style, naturally exuding an aura of bloodlust, yet his face looked delicate and adorable. His eyelashes fluttered slightly like raven feathers, and his lips were a pale pink, resembling freshly bloomed cherry blossoms.
The guard only then realized he had overstepped his bounds. How could the affairs of the Exalted Lord ever be questioned by others? He wanted to kneel and beg for forgiveness, but Mu Tinghan waved a hand and told him to withdraw.
Mu Tinghan tried hard to sort through the vast expanse of memories, the myriad of emotions ultimately condensing into a single long sigh.
A hundred years ago, there was an entity known as the “System” that claimed he had committed grave sins, and that he had to dump his true love to repay them. Thus, his memories were sealed, and he was cast into small worlds, repeatedly forced to abandon his true love.
Thinking back now on the young man biting his lip with reddened eye rims looking so pitiful, Mu Tinghan felt a pang of heartache and could not help cursing himself as a scoundrel.
However… since every small world had the young man, then the cultivation world he now inhabited should have one too, right? Mu Tinghan gave rise to a sliver of hope. Although the young man’s name differed in each world, his appearance remained unchanged, so perhaps he could find him? Once he found the young man, they could smoothly be together, with no damn system blocking their way anymore.
Thinking of that damned system that had punished him, Mu Tinghan felt his teeth itch with hatred. He was naturally unruly and rebellious, unwilling to be subservient to others. Coupled with his growing feelings for the young man, he had resisted multiple times until he was half-dead. The most severe time, he directly killed the protagonist during an electric shock, suffering excruciating pain that knocked him unconscious for half a month plus dying from injuries, which directly propelled him into the next world.
Trading eight hundred enemies for the loss of a thousand.
Fortunately, there was the young man. Clearly a male, yet he was so delicate and frail as if a breath of wind could knock him over, adding a layer of pure allure to his aloof brows and eyes. He was so wonderful and kind (?)
Mu Tinghan’s expression softened uncontrollably. He used spiritual energy to conjure the young man’s face and summoned the Left Protector of the Demon Realm: “Find this young man and bring him to see me.”
The Left Protector bowed his head: “May I ask, Exalted Lord, is this person from the Demon Realm?”
Mu Tinghan: “I do not know. Search everywhere for him, but he is a kind and wonderful person, so his reputation must certainly be renowned far and wide.”
The current world is divided into the Cultivation Realm, the Mortal Realm, and the Demon Realm. Among them, the Mortal Realm is inhabited entirely by ordinary mortals with low combat strength, who are not worth a second thought. The Cultivation Realm is home to righteous cultivators. The Demon Realm is precisely the opposite, serving as a gathering place for demonic cultivators. The Cultivation Realm and the Demon Realm are distinct and separated by a clear boundary, having little contact for a long time.
Cultivators are divided into sword cultivators, beast cultivators, music cultivators, along with scarce ghost cultivators and Confucian cultivators. These cultivators can either follow the immortal path, absorbing spiritual energy to cultivate, or follow the demonic path, devouring demonic energy to cultivate.
Demonic cultivators are divided into two types: one kind begins cultivating demonic energy right from birth. Aside from possessing strong attack power and being prone to Qi deviation, this type of demonic cultivator is actually no different from immortal cultivators. The other kind consists of immortal cultivators who have spawned inner demons, whose spiritual energy has become tainted, leaving them with no choice but to fall into the Demon Realm. In comparison, which is superior and which is inferior is clear at a glance.
Mu Tinghan belongs to the purest lineage of demonic cultivators. He was originally the only son of a demonic cultivation family. At that time, the world had no Exalted Lord and was extremely chaotic. When he was seven years old, his family was exterminated, and he went missing.
A hundred years later, Mu Tinghan returned once more, dragging a long sword in his hand with a lazy expression, slaying an incompetent and foolish Demon Lord, and subsequently unifying the Demon Realm with an iron fist.
The Left Protector felt uncertain and apprehensive, cautiously sizing up Mu Tinghan through his peripheral vision. Could the Exalted Lord have… fallen for someone?
“Yes. This subordinate will definitely find the Exalted Lord’s consort.”
Mu Tinghan suddenly frowned. Just as the Left Protector grew terrified, thinking he had said something wrong, Mu Tinghan spoke: “He… might not know me yet at this moment. Doing this would be too abrupt. Forget it, once you find him, just tell me where he is.”
“Yes.”