The Tumult of the Mortal World

As the seasons change and the years turn, Xia Hongchen searches from the northern seas to the southern skies, still seeking.

He had cultivated to the Human Emperor realm. If he could withstand ten bolts of heavenly lightning, he could shatter the Heavenly Dao, reshape his immortal body, escape reincarnation, and become deathless and indestructible.

As Xia Hongchen endured the seventh bolt of heavenly lightning reshaping his bones, the blood in his veins already carried an immortal aura, making him intensely attractive to the lightning.

As a descendant of the Wu Clan, Yaoyao had known this for a long time. In her panic, she smeared Xia Hongchen's blood all over herself, then cut open her own major artery and wrapped herself around Xia Hongchen, who lay in a pool of blood.

Just as Yaoyao had anticipated, the eighth, ninth, and tenth bolts of heavenly lightning all struck her.

When Xia Hongchen woke again, the first thing he saw was Yaoyao, barely clinging to life.

Holding Yaoyao, he knelt before his master's door and kowtowed frantically. There was nothing he could do, and neither could his master. Yaoyao had willingly sacrificed herself, and there was no way back. As long as she remained alive, she would be struck by heavenly lightning.

In the end, his master could only use the Soul-Gathering Lamp to protect Yaoyao's soul and send her to another world, a place beyond the Heavenly Dao's reach. Whether she could return would depend entirely on her own fate.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.