Tragic death in the previous life: After rebirth, the sickly prince pampers her every night

Compared to the devastation and calamity of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, this place was a true paradise on earth, free of broken walls and ruins, blood and corpses, only endless luxury, perfection and holiness.

In the western part of the Divine Realm, the Imperial Abyss Palace takes this luxury to the extreme.

The entire palace is not built on the ground, but floats in the clouds, surrounded by mist and ethereal atmosphere.

The floor tiles in the hall are made of top-grade divine crystals, each one priceless, enough to make cultivators from the lower realms fight tooth and nail for them.

The pillars inside the hall are carved from ten-thousand-year-old dragon blood wood and inlaid with various colored divine stones, which are dazzling and radiant.

Even the steps outside the hall are made of a single piece of mutton-fat white jade, spotless, warm and translucent.

Behind the main hall, a huge divine spring pool sits quietly, its water a warm, milky white color, emitting a refreshing fragrance.

This is a "divine soup" made from countless rare and ancient medicinal herbs.

A sip of this drink can prolong life for ordinary people, while a single incense stick's worth of it can help a cultivator break through their cultivation bottleneck. It is a rare treasure in the world.

But now, this incomparably precious divine spring pool has been reduced to a place of extreme extravagance and debauchery.

Amidst the misty haze, a tall, handsome man with an air of sinister dread, shirtless, leaned languidly against a white jade couch by the pool, surrounded by a faint divine glow.

He is the ruler of the Western Divine Realm, the Divine King of the Divine Realm—Di Yuan.

He was also Guiya's biological father, whom he hated to the bone and wanted to get rid of as soon as possible.

At this moment, Di Yuan held a cup of divine wine made from fine nectar in his hand, his eyes glazed over, with a hint of drunkenness and languor.

Beside him, dozens of stunningly beautiful goddesses dressed in gossamer-thin gossamer veils frolicked and surrounded him in the spring water.

Some gently patted his legs, some carefully peeled spiritual fruits for him, and others, to make him smile, stretched out their graceful figures in the water, their skin, partially obscured by the water and mist, appearing even more alluring.

"Emperor God, is this amethyst grape sweet?" A goddess asked with a sweet smile, offering a peeled grape to Emperor Yuan's lips in a soft and alluring voice.

Di Yuan opened his mouth and took it in, then gently bit the goddess's fingertip, eliciting a soft moan from her.

"Hmm... Emperor God, you're bad!"

He laughed loudly, pulled the goddess into his arms, and let his large hands roam freely. The scene was erotic and chaotic, extremely unrestrained.

If this scene were witnessed by devout believers in the mortal realm, their lifelong faith would likely crumble instantly.

This is what is called a god who is high above, enjoying the ultimate glory and pleasure in the world, regarding all living beings as ants, indulging in sensual pleasures, and having no holiness whatsoever.

In a corner of this extravagant and decadent Divine Spring Palace, stood a row of divine soldiers holding golden halberds and wearing silver-white divine armor.

They stood expressionless, like cold sculptures, meticulously guarding the safety of the palace.

Among them, the last divine soldier was slightly thin and always kept his head down. His face, hidden in the shadow of his helmet, was inconspicuous and seemed to be easily overlooked.

But in those eyes, hidden by shadows, flickered a strange, eerie blue light, cold, resentful, and filled with a chilling killing intent.

It was Guiya who had infiltrated in disguise.

With his unique hybrid physique of gods and demons, he perfectly concealed the ghostly aura surrounding him.

They even simulated a trace of pure divine power fluctuations from the divine realm, silently infiltrating Emperor Yuan's personal guards.

At this moment, Guiya stared at Diyuan, who was indulging in pleasure not far away. Looking at that face that disgusted him, and at his lewd and unrestrained behavior, endless malice and murderous intent surged in his heart.

[Tsk tsk tsk...]

Gui Ya let out a cold mockery in his heart, hatred coiling around his body like a poisonous vine.

This is the lofty and supreme Divine Emperor!

This is the hypocrite who, for the sake of so-called divine reputation, threw his own son into the Cave of Ten Thousand Ghosts and let him suffer endless torment.

It's truly... utterly disgusting.

I really want to chop up this body, hollowed out by wine and women, and feed it to the dogs.

No, even feeding it to dogs would be too dirty. It's better to throw it into the Cave of Ten Thousand Ghosts to feed the maggots that devour souls; only then would this fat body be worthy of it.

Guiya felt a surge of overwhelming hatred in his heart, imagining a hundred different ways to torture Diyuan to pieces.

Every thought was chillingly poisonous.

Just as he was lost in his fantasies of revenge, a majestic left general of the divine realm, clad in gilded armor, hurriedly entered the hall.

The crisp sound of armor clashing instantly shattered the decadent music in the hall.

The general on the left walked straight to the edge of the Divine Spring Pool without looking to the side and knelt on one knee.

The armor struck the white jade ground with a dull thud, and the voice was respectful: "Reporting to the Emperor, the selection ceremony for the Empress in two days has been fully prepared."

"A thousand stunning beauties who ascended from various divine realms and mortal realms have all been settled in the side hall;"

"After initial screening, the top 100 beauties were selected."

"The final selection will take place in the main hall in three days, and the Emperor God will make the final decision."

Upon hearing this, Di Yuan pushed away the soft goddess in his arms, sat up from the white jade couch, and his previously dazed eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light, revealing a greedy and satisfied grin on his face.

"Excellent, very well done!"

Di Yuan laughed loudly and casually threw the jade wine cup in his hand into the divine spring. The cup hit the water and splashed up tiny droplets.

"I want to see who is qualified to become my empress this time."

"Who will be fortunate enough to become my furnace, helping me achieve divine power and give birth to the most perfect offspring in the divine realm!"

He spoke with arrogance and blatant greed.

The so-called selection ceremony was nothing more than a fig leaf for him to find the perfect cultivation vessel.

Upon hearing the words "the most perfect offspring," Guiya, who was in the corner, couldn't help but curl a smile at the corner of his mouth.

That smile was utterly mocking, chillingly cold, like a poisoned blade.

[Perfect offspring?]

He let out a cold, mocking laugh inwardly: "Your most 'perfect' creation in this life is none other than me, standing here right now, watching you languish in this wretched existence."

[My dearest father, rest assured, I will present you with a truly unforgettable 'gift' for this election ceremony, so that you may enjoy it to the fullest.]

Perhaps it was the intense hatred in her heart, or perhaps it was the glaring mockery in her smile.

Just as Guiya was engrossed in his revenge plan, Zuo Jiang, who had just finished his report and was about to leave, inadvertently glanced at the corner. His sharp eyes, honed by countless battles, instantly caught the cold smile that Guiya had not yet suppressed.

In that instant, Zuo Jiang abruptly stopped, his sharp killing intent like an arrow shot from a bow, instantly locking onto Gui Ya.

"How dare you!"

The left general whirled around, pointing a finger at Guiya in the corner, and roared, "What are you laughing at?!"

The general's shout was like a thunderclap, instantly shattering the luxurious and relaxed atmosphere inside the Divine Spring Hall.