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A hint of melancholy crossed the face of the Consort of Rain as she said, "Then Purple Mist must have been very beautiful and happy."
Zhao Yang shook his head and replied, "No, Purple Mist is dead."
The Consort of Rain's eyes widened in shock as she asked, "Why did she die? Didn't your master protect her?"
Zhao Yang explained, "My master devoted himself to Buddhism. When faced with the choice between Buddha and love, he chose Buddha, believing that the path of Buddhism embodies great love, while human emotions are merely small love. As a result, Purple Mist left in anger and ultimately died in front of him while trying to shield him from a blade that should not have been blocked. That is why my master carved words on your face to commemorate Purple Mist. But do not think he loved her; if given another chance, he would make the same choice again. He will become the Fighting Saint Buddha, and that is an unchangeable fact."
The Consort of Rain's eyes turned red as she said, "But he told me to wait for him. Does love truly mean so little to him?"
Zhao Yang shook his head. "It's not that it means nothing or that he looks down on it. Just like flowers bloom in spring and the sun rises and sets, my master sees everything as a path to enlightenment, including love. He doesn’t intend to avoid you; rather..."
"Rather I am just an inconsequential passerby on his path to enlightenment?" The tears streamed down the Consort of Rain's face.
Zhao Yang remained silent, simply standing beside her in quiet contemplation.
"Consort Yu, actually I..."
"You don't need to say anything." The Consort of Rain interrupted Zhao Yang. "It's impossible between us. I am five hundred years older than your mother."
"We are both cultivators; I don’t care about age," Zhao Yang tried to sound as natural as possible.
"But I care. Besides, there’s Rouer. Aren't you afraid of being ridiculed by everyone?" The Consort of Rain spoke while deliberately avoiding Zhao Yang's gaze, her expression dim.
"Consort Yu, I..." Just as Zhao Yang was about to say something, he suddenly felt the ground tremble beneath him. The earth split open, and an immense gravitational force pulled them downward.
They landed in a radiant white cave filled with milky-white jade stones. The jade emitted a pure glow while simultaneously conveying an exhilarating aura that stirred their hearts.
In the center of the cave, there was an inverted Stalactite, beneath which lay a pool of water emanating an ambiguous yet powerful strange aura. Even more peculiar were the two vividly colored fish swimming in that pool!
A blush crept onto the face of the Consort of Rain, while Zhao Yang found himself unable to control his own reactions; the aura felt intoxicating, as if he had consumed an aphrodisiac.
"How could this be?" The Consort of Rain gasped, clutching her chest as she struggled to breathe. She had never experienced such sensations before.
"It is the Yin-Yang Divine Fish, born from the Formation of No Entry and No Exit. This pool contains two fish: one is a Yang fish and the other is a Yin fish. It is said they govern the rise and fall of the sun and moon, being the only deities in existence without any magical power. We cannot harm them, but..." Zhao Yang hesitated.
"But what?" The Consort of Rain sensed that Zhao Yang's next words were crucial to their current predicament.
"The aura they emit is the essence of Yin-Yang Harmonization. There is only one way to escape from here; you’ll have to see for yourself." After saying this, Zhao Yang opened his Sea of Consciousness. He recalled a rumor he had read while secretly studying One Hundred Thousand Volumes of Books about the Yin-Yang Divine Fish. These fish governed the cycles of day and night, and with one being Yin and the other Yang, their long companionship produced the essence of Yin-Yang Harmonization. If a being embodying both Yin and Yang entered this formation and inhaled that essence, it would undoubtedly awaken their most primal desires.
The key to this Yin-Yang Harmonization Formation lay here: if beings embodying only Yin or only Yang entered, they would surely perish because excessive absorption of either energy would lead to their destruction. However, if a being embodying both Yin and Yang were to unite, they could merge with this environment and no longer be constrained by the laws of the Yin-Yang Harmonization Formation.
Zhao Yang was sweating profusely, unable to control himself any longer; his lower body was completely unmanageable, straining against his trousers. He turned away in silence and sat cross-legged. The Consort of Rain smiled lightly; she had sensed something amiss upon entering. While she was unfamiliar with the specifics of the Yin-Yang Divine Fish, she had certainly heard of the Yin-Yang Harmonization Formation before—it was a notorious formation often used in wicked practices between men and women. This formation was naturally formed and immensely powerful. She wasn't sure if Zhao Yang had absorbed any essence yet, but she knew she had inhaled some due to her injuries, which explained her flushed cheeks and racing heart.
Watching Zhao Yang's back drenched in sweat, she gazed at his delicate profile. From the moment she first laid eyes on him, she had been captivated. Countless thoughts of this young man filled her mind—his arrogance and his mischievousness.
With a gentle breath like orchids, she whispered something into Zhao Yang's ear. He turned around and kissed her passionately. They embraced each other tightly, indulging in their desires beneath the Stalactite as the Yin-Yang Divine Fish swam rhythmically in sync with their movements, merging into a harmonious image within their bodies.
From that moment on, an intricate connection formed between Zhao Yang and the Consort of Rain.
Zhao Yang kissed her red lips and exquisite body fervently; they entwined without rest or fatigue until day turned to night, still reluctant to part.
Countless Crimson Silks danced rhythmically within the Yin-Yang Harmonization Formation as they moved together. The silver strands in the Consort of Rain's hair transformed into black; her skin became more radiant and supple, almost as if it could yield water—a fresh maiden emerging from a bath—exuding an alluring fragrance of purity.
Zhao Yang had surprisingly become even younger. Although he was already a young man, at that moment he resembled a beautiful adolescent in the throes of puberty. He caressed the soft curves of the girl before him, fondling her breasts as waves of pleasure surged between them.
For five hundred years, the Consort of Rain had been an invincible figure, exuding an aura of coldness and dominance. Yet now, she lay naked beside the equally bare youth, her eyes filled with lingering affection.
Zhao Yang planted a kiss on the forehead of the Consort of Rain and said with a smile, “Consort Yu, this is my first time; you must take responsibility.”
The Consort of Rain playfully flicked Zhao Yang's Little Monk, laughing as she replied, “Get lost.”
Zhao Yang quickly covered his Little Monk, feigning injury as he exclaimed, “Consort Yu, how could you attempt to murder your own husband?”
The Consort of Rain chuckled softly. Though he had never felt such happiness before, he was still five hundred years old. For five centuries, she had guarded her purity, waiting for Sun Daoren. But Sun Daoren was ultimately dead; he was merely a fleeting illusion in this world, a manifestation of the Divine Monkey.
Draped in red silk, the Consort of Rain kissed Zhao Yang's forehead and said, “From now on, I am your woman. But you must not neglect Rouer; her identity is special. I cannot explain it for now, but one day you will understand.”
“Rouer? Are you saying she is related to the Willow Demon? I’ve known that for a long time,” Zhao Yang said reluctantly, still holding onto the Consort of Rain to prevent her from rising.
The Consort of Rain shook her head. “No.”
“Is it related to the Heavenly Tree?”
She shook her head again and replied, “You should avoid provoking the Heavenly Tree; it is far more complex than it appears. Its existence predates even that of the Five Elements Continent. However, Rouer is different; perhaps one day when you reach the heavenly realm, Rouer’s identity will be immensely helpful to you.”
Zhao Yang suggested, “Why don’t we go together? Ascending should be easy for us. By the way, Consort Yu, what star rank is your Celestial Root?”
Cultivators acquire their Celestial Root upon reaching the Tribulation Period, yet no one had ever known what star rank the illustrious Consort of Rain possessed.
"Six Stars," the Consort of Rain slowly spoke.
Zhao Yang felt a twinge of worry at the mention of the Six Stars Celestial Root. Throughout history, only the most extraordinary individuals were deemed worthy of possessing it, yet very few had managed to survive its trials.
He took out a jade bottle from his robe and said, "This jade bottle contains an endless supply of True Qi. It holds the True Qi of past Central Sovereigns as well as that of many powerful cultivators. I have no use for it, so I’ll give it to you. You might find it useful in the future."
Without waiting for a response, Zhao Yang placed the jade bottle into the Consort of Rain's Qi Sea and then laid out all sorts of miscellaneous items on the ground, like a child proudly showing off his treasures.
"Consort Yu, take whatever Dao Artifacts and magical treasures you like. When I ascend to immortality and seek the divine, I won’t lack for these trinkets."
The Consort of Rain chuckled softly. Looking at Zhao Yang's still bare body, with the Little Monk lazily swaying below, she said, "I don’t need these things. Put on some clothes; you don’t look like a Rebel Son at all. The formation has been broken; we can leave now."
"No, I want to do it again," Zhao Yang insisted childishly as he pushed the Consort of Rain down once more. His tongue invaded her mouth, and the Little Monk rose again, leading to another passionate encounter.
Exhausted and drenched in fragrant sweat, the Consort of Rain lost track of time until Zhao Yang finally fell asleep. Only then did she roll over, put on her clothes, and fly to the cave entrance. She gazed at the bright moonlight outside and sighed lightly, overwhelmed by its beauty.
The next morning, Zhao Yang awoke under the sunlight. Groggily reaching for his side only to find emptiness, he opened his eyes wide and quickly dressed before flying to the now-open cave entrance.
Looking around at the desolate wilderness devoid of any signs of life, his jaw quivered as tears began to fall uncontrollably.
He knew he couldn't keep the Consort of Rain with him, yet he still wanted to try.
Suddenly, a figure appeared in the distance. Zhao Yang excitedly rushed forward and discovered it was indeed the Consort of Rain. She held freshly picked Spiritual Fruits wrapped in lotus leaves and presented them before him. Zhao Yang simply embraced her and said, "I thought you had left."
The Consort of Rain tapped his forehead lightly and replied, "Look how anxious you are! You haven't eaten in days; I just went to pick some fruits."
The Consort of Rain held a Spiritual Fruit to Zhao Yang's lips, but instead of feeding him, she popped it into her own mouth and laughed, "You wish!"
"Alright, you're playing tricks on me!" Zhao Yang chuckled through his tears, engaging in playful banter with the Consort of Rain.
After they finished the Spiritual Fruit, Zhao Yang persistently coaxed the Consort of Rain into another round of intimacy. Strangely enough, after losing their pure Yang and pure Yin bodies, both of them appeared even more extraordinary and graceful than before.
Unbeknownst to them, within their Divine Souls, the pair of Yin Yang Fish, embodiments of divinity, were completing a sacred ritual through their union.
Zhao Yang and the Consort of Rain roamed the picturesque landscapes of Charming and Talented for what felt like an eternity. One day, after a night spent together, Zhao Yang awoke to find that the figures approaching from afar were not the Consort of Rain but a group of people. Among them were the Four Great Monks, his parents, his sister, Long Xiao Wu, and most importantly, Yu Qingsnow and Liu Rou.
Zhao Yang joyfully rushed to greet them, but no one noticed the hint of melancholy in his eyes. Not far away stood a woman gazing at him from a distance, holding a lotus leaf filled with Spiritual Fruits.
The woman scattered the Spiritual Fruits onto the ground, her expression turning cold and resolute. The words "Purple Mist" had vanished from her face; for a boy, she had given up five hundred years of waiting for just a few days of happiness.
The Consort of Rain stepped back and slowly turned away. In the crowd, Zhao Yang suddenly looked up toward the distance and called out telepathically, "Consort Yu, where are you going?"
The Consort of Rain replied coldly, "Take good care of Rouer. Treat her well. If you dare to speak about us, I will kill you along with your kin."
Zhao Yang instinctively took a step back; the news shocked him deeply.
"Brother Zhao Yang, what's wrong?" Liu Rou asked with concern.
"Junior Brother, has that old fool Central Sovereign died yet? What about the Consort of Rain?" Song Baliang inquired.
"I'm fine; I just need some rest. The Central Sovereign is already dead," Zhao Yang replied absentmindedly.
"Where is my master?" Liu Rou asked again, her voice trembling. "Is she already..."
"Rouer, your master is fine. She said she wants to seek the Great Way and understand the truth of immortality. She has already left here," Zhao Yang replied.
"It's good to hear that Consort Yu is okay," Ice Snow Consort nodded and then turned to Yu Qingsnow. "Qingxue, you should stay here. I need to return to the Glacial Plain to prepare for my Ascend."
"Master, are you also preparing to Ascend?" Yu Qingsnow asked, feeling a bit reluctant.
Ice Snow Consort nodded and said, "I have suppressed my feelings for so many years waiting for him. Since Consort Yu has already let go, I no longer need to cling to it. Perhaps he has already Ascended to the heavenly realm. Farewell, everyone."
With that, Ice Snow Consort floated up and vanished into the clouds.
From that day on, no one in the cultivation world saw Consort of Rain again, including Zhao Yang.
Years later, a young man claiming to have emerged from the Great Wilderness appeared. He carried the Yin-Yang Divine Diagram on his back, fought against the remnants of the royal family, exterminated the Serpent Cult, single-handedly slaughtered the demon race, traversed the Nine Hells, and hunted down the ancient Witch God. With unparalleled cultivation methods, even True Immortals could not touch him. When supreme experts saw his appearance, they all asked him the same question—what is your relationship with that person?
In the end, that young man broke through the barriers of the heavenly realm with a group of brothers and struck fear into all living beings.
It is said that his initial purpose for emerging from the Great Wilderness was simply to find his parents. He claimed that his mother’s surname was Yu and that his father was none other than the Demon Emperor.
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