Passing through layers of ruins, Chen Ping arrived before the ruins of a relatively intact grand hall.
Although this grand hall was also in ruins, one could still vaguely see its majestic splendour from back then.
In the centre of the grand hall stood a huge stone stele, covered in ancient runes.
As Chen Ping approached the stele, the runes on his body suddenly emitted a dazzling light, resonating strongly with the runes on the stele.
The runes on the stele lit up one by one, forming a complex pattern.
As expected!
Chen Ping was overjoyed in his heart. He quickly matched the runes on his body to the pattern’s arrangement in sequence.
With the final rune in place, the entire grand hall began to shake.
The ground slowly cracked open, revealing a bottomless passage. A faint immortal aura wafted from the passage, stirring an irresistible longing in one’s heart.
Chen Ping stepped inside without hesitation.
The passage was not long. Soon, he reached a spacious underground chamber.
The chamber was piled high with all sorts of precious cultivation resources: glittering immortal stones, fragrant immortal herbs that tempted the senses, and immortal crystals refined from various materials.
I’ve struck it rich!
Chen Ping’s heart raced with joy. These resources were enough for him to break through to the third layer of the Human Immortal realm.
But he did not let the wealth before him cloud his judgement. Instead, he pressed on to explore further.
At the deepest part of the chamber, Chen Ping spotted a massive crystal coffin.
The coffin was crystal clear. Inside lay a stunningly beautiful woman.
She wore a white gown, her face serene, as if she were merely asleep.
Is this the Lingyue Immortal? Chen Ping’s heart trembled. Her beauty far exceeded his imagination.
At that moment, a violent fluctuation surged through Chen Ping’s sea of consciousness.
The voice of the Crimson Cloud Demon Lord came, filled with unprecedented excitement and tremor: Yue’er! It is Yue’er!
Before Chen Ping could react, the Demon Lord’s remnant soul forcibly broke free from the bounds of Chen Ping’s sea of consciousness. It turned into a black shadow and appeared before the crystal coffin.
Yue’er! It really is you! The Crimson Cloud Demon Lord gazed at the woman in the coffin, his voice choking, tears of blood streaming from his eyes.
He reached out a hand, wanting to touch the coffin, yet he held back, fearing he would disturb the sleeping Lingyue Immortal.
This depth of emotion moved even Chen Ping, who stood nearby.
Lingyue… it was me, I who harmed you… The Crimson Cloud Demon Lord’s voice shook, tears spilling uncontrollably.
He looked up at Chen Ping, his gaze pleading: Chen Ping, I know your backer, Mr Shi, is very powerful. He can resurrect Lingyue. I beg you, please find a way to bring back the Lingyue Immortal.
To revive her, I am willing to pay any price, even if it means my soul scattering to the winds. You need not waste time on restoring my physical body!
Seeing the Demon Lord’s grief-stricken state, Chen Ping felt a stir of sympathy in his heart.
After a moment’s thought, he said: Senior, I understand your feelings, but reviving someone is no simple matter. Besides, I cannot contact Mr Shi right now. If I can reach him, I will certainly help you.
A glimmer of hope flashed in the Crimson Cloud Demon Lord’s eyes: Very well, I trust you.
Senior, forcing your way out of my sea of consciousness like this harms your soul greatly. You should return quickly. I need to use these resources to cultivate as well.
Once I meet Mr Shi, I will make sure he revives the Lingyue Immortal. Rest assured.
Chen Ping urged the Demon Lord.
The Demon Lord’s remnant soul was already very weak now. If it stayed exposed in the void for too long, it might dissipate entirely.
The Crimson Cloud Demon Lord nodded. He cast one last lingering glance at the Lingyue Immortal, then returned to Chen Ping’s sea of consciousness.
