The Journey of Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 1120 - 609_2

Changtian’s heart suddenly sank, and he snapped his fingers. The Changming Lamp on the Black Stone Wall lit up, and the entire floor was instantly illuminated.

So he saw, under the warm light, the corners of her lips slightly curved, such a playful demeanor, it was the expression he was most familiar with after her countless pranks in the past. Her small nose slightly wrinkled, her almond eyes seemingly contained a hint of laughter, yet were frozen with the brilliance of the moment he wielded his sword to cut the Dragon Binding Rope.

That gleam, symbolizing his newfound freedom, was eternally etched in her beautiful eyes.

Changtian was stunned.

Having witnessed life and death, he naturally knew what this meant, and couldn’t help but shiver. He quickly took out his inner core and placed it into her mouth, the surging Divine Power still impacting her meridians.

But after a very long time, there was no sign of revival from her.

Holding the woman’s hands in his arms, the hands that always steadied him, suddenly started to tremble: "No, impossible! Xiao Xian, don’t fool me, don’t scare me!"

He urgently kissed her smooth forehead, delicate cheeks, and petite nose tip, but his warmth received no response.

He was unwilling to give up, kissing again and again until he tasted the blood oozing from her lips, so fresh and sweet, he immediately stopped.

A thought suddenly emerged: "No, her cultivation has reached the late-stage Harmonization, she should be able to extract the Primordial Spirit. At worst, just give her a new body."

He cursed at his own foolishness while pressing his slender fingers to her temples, silently reciting the spell.

...

"...What is this?" After a few breaths, he stared at the faint blue soul fire in his hand, feeling as if a basin of ice water had been poured over him during the harsh winter, an unyielding chill from within to without.

She couldn’t even form the Primordial Spirit! This Divine Soul was even more withered than that of a mortal. Even if placed into a new body, with such incomplete soul, even if she awakens, she would only live as an idiot.

An overwhelming anger surged from his chest, and Changtian couldn’t help but let out a long howl. The entire God Demon Prison trembled under his fierce wrath, as if it would collapse the next second.

How could it be so, how could it become this?!

He couldn’t help but extend his hand onto her body, checking each wound, becoming more horrified with what he saw.

Her body was already riddled with wounds, and hardly any of her organs were intact! He couldn’t imagine how she managed to battle outside with such a broken body.

His treasure was originally such a little person who feared pain, whenever suffering even slightest discomfort during cultivation, she would whimper endlessly at him.

No wonder she just now leaned against the Black Stone Wall unwilling to come over, most likely out of no strength, and a bit afraid he’d find out her private use of forbidden technique, burning her soul fire?!

He gritted his teeth with anger, wishing to turn her over and give her a spanking. Alas, this thought was fleeting, and soon he saw threads of Black Light dispersing from Ning Xiaoxian’s right ring finger, quickly gathering together into an unadorned wooden ring.

"Ding," the ring fell onto the ground, spun in a circle, then quietly lay there.

He recognized this ring. It was the starting object for the God Demon Prison. Unless the owner voluntarily took it off, it would only appear when the owner had died, awaiting the next new owner.

She truly was gone.

Changtian dumbly picked up the ring, suddenly feeling a bursting pain in his chest, such anguish pierced his heart, nearly making his Divine Soul tremble:

He had lost her forever, at the moment he regained his freedom.

If he had known back then, why did he swallow the Dao Fruit, and go travel the Small Thousand World?

If he had known, he’d rather remain trapped in this God Demon Prison. As long as he could see her smile, watch her eyes spin mischievously, hear her pouting while calling him "Changtian"... As long as she was there accompanying, peace and joy until life’s end, what’s not to like? He had fought alone for too long, too long, and his blood-stained, prolonged life ending in this plain yet joyful way, wouldn’t this also be a good end?

Changtian tightly, tightly held her, wishing he could meld her into himself. If he had embraced her so mischievously in the past, she definitely would have pounded his chest, muffled and said, "Let go, I can’t breathe!" How could she be so obediently pliant now?