Empress, Where Do You Hide My Heart?

When the last trace of spiritual power dissipated from his fingertips, Xuan Jin finally saw those eyes clearly. Lin Xinyue's hand was still inserted into his chest, warm, carrying the cultivation level he had just transferred to her - just half an hour ago, she was still nestled in his arms, saying that the Immortal Sect could not tolerate them, and that she wanted to practice the Tao with him. "Why?" Xuan Jin coughed out a mouthful of blood and his vision began to blur. Lin Xinyue withdrew her hand, holding a still beating heart in her palm. The dark red Demon Lord's heart was glowing with gilded lines. She smiled, and for the first time her delicate and unparalleled face showed an almost innocent cruelty: "Brother Xuanjin, your heart that has lived for three thousand years can help me break through the shackles of heaven when it is refined." Xuan Jin wanted to speak, but there was only the sound of blood gushing from his throat. He watched the twelve immortal sect elders behind her appear, and looked at the soul-locking chains and boning knives in their hands. Lin Xinyue took a step back, as if she was afraid that the blood would stain her white clothes. "Let's get started." When the boning knife fell, Xuan Jin did not close his eyes. He wanted to remember every face and every pain that cut into his bones. Three thousand years of cultivation poured out like a flood, greedily absorbed by the twelve formations. His consciousness began to fade, and the last thing he heard was Lin Xinyue's gentle voice: "Demon Lord Xuan Jin will be executed today. All people in the world will be at peace from now on." Darkness swallowed everything.