A life of leisure is worse than a life of flowers and splendour

"Of course you can go there, it will be your home in the future. But we must protect our home, right?" Wushuang said slowly to the anxious little Nightmare Beast.

"Yeah, I'll protect that place." The little Nightmaremon nodded eagerly in agreement.

"In order to protect that place, to protect your home, and to avoid unnecessary trouble and putting ourselves in danger, we must establish three rules from now on:

First, you cannot absorb vitality and spiritual energy at will. You must obtain my consent before doing so.

Second, when absorbing their vitality or mental energy, they cannot cause any substantial damage to the monsters in the space;

Third, you are absolutely not allowed to harm any person or creature without my permission."

"Yeah, yeah, as long as I can eat enough, I'll do whatever you say!"

"Even if you are not full, you have to listen to me. I am your master! Once you do anything against the rules, you will be severely punished." After saying that, he threw it into the breeding farm. He had to give it some benefits first since he had just brought it in.

"Let's go!" Wushuang jumped into the pond with Xiaoli.

This pool, hidden deep within a gloomy land, was filled with a chilling atmosphere. The water was a strange, dark green, seemingly bottomless, emitting waves of chill. As Wushuang's fingertips touched the water, a bone-chilling chill instantly spread throughout her body, and she couldn't help but shudder.

However, Wushuang actually held a water-repellent bead in her hand. It shone faintly, and as she entered the water, a layer of transparent bubbles quickly enveloped her. Although the water was close at hand, it couldn't truly reach her.

Even with the protective barrier of the bubble, Wushuang could still feel the chill that penetrated her bones. She couldn't help but hug the little fox tightly, trying to draw some warmth from its warm body. The little fox, however, seemed to be overcome by the cold as well, curling up tightly in Wushuang's arms, revealing only a wrinkled little face as it looked around pitifully.

Xiaoli identified the direction, and Wushuang followed its instructions. After finding the weak point, he unleashed a blast of fire, instantly shattering the node, creating a hole just wide enough for one person to pass through. On the other side of the hole lay a completely different scene. Blazing fire and magma—this was truly a world of ice and fire, a completely different world just separated by a barrier! Wushuang swiftly passed through before the barrier closed.

Wushuang stood on his flying sword, searching for a foothold in this magma-filled underground cave. Why was this place filled with magma? Could there be some fire-attributed treasure? Could the remaining dragon bones be here? Wushuang wondered.

"Master, I'm sorry to tell you that there is no dragon bone here! You should know that there is only one piece of dragon bone in this entire secret realm. Moreover, there is no such creature as dragon in the Tianyuan Continent at all. Even the only piece of dragon bone was brought here by someone else." Its words successfully broke Wushuang's fantasy.

Hearing this, Wushuang couldn't help but become curious: "It was brought down by someone? Who is so powerful that he could bring a piece of dragon bone here? But if it's a treasure he brought down, why doesn't he use it himself?"

Wushuang thought about it for a moment, and a thought suddenly flashed through her mind. She quickly asked, "Could it be that this person is the mysterious figure imprisoned here?"

Xiaoli nodded slightly and replied dully, "Yeah." It seemed that he didn't want to talk too much about this topic.

After walking in this world full of magma for an unknown amount of time, the two came across a different existence.

From afar, a massive altar stood amidst a sea of crimson flames. As they approached, they discerned a figure trapped at the altar's center. A magical instrument, as heavy as an iron chain and emitting a mysterious glow, pierced both of their shoulder blades, leaving them unable to move, trapped within the ancient altar. Furthermore, a complex and powerful formation surrounded the altar, from which blazing flames periodically descended, mercilessly burning the figure's body.

Yet, surprisingly, faced with this terrifying onslaught of flames, the man neither dodged nor uttered a single groan of pain. He silently endured the flames, as if numb to the torment, or perhaps accustomed to such torture through prolonged suffering. The flames mercilessly left deep and shallow burn marks on his skin, a horrifying sight. But strangely, these scars did not remain. Soon, they began to heal at a visible speed, as if some mysterious force was protecting him from further harm.

Seeing this scene, the two men couldn't help but gasp. This punishment was clearly not intended to take his life, but to destroy his will and spirit through endless torture. Thinking of this, they felt an indescribable anger and fear in their hearts - who could have come up with such a cruel and perverted method to treat this person?

Clearly, there was no emotional connection or connection between the two of them. Wushuang knew nothing about the man before her, and had no idea why he was trapped here, suffering such inhuman torture. Yet, somehow, when Wushuang saw this scene, a raging fire of rage suddenly ignited within her, burning ever more fiercely, as if ready to burst forth from her chest! The rage burned so intensely that she could barely contain herself, feeling as if she would lose control completely in the next second, rushing forward recklessly to rescue the stranger in dire straits.

A tear slipped down silently without her realizing it, sadness spreading in her heart, unable to be suppressed. Tears fell one after another like beads that had broken off the string. Wushuang bit her lips tightly, afraid that if she let go, she would sob.

"Alas..." A long sigh was heard. The man opened his eyes and looked in the direction of Wushuang.

"Are you actually my descendant? I can't believe it, I can't believe it... Hahahaha!" A hearty laugh suddenly broke the silence. "Let me see, oh? You actually have dual spiritual roots of fire and wood. That's truly rare! And... you're also naturally charming. Wow, with such talent, there's no doubt about it. You're definitely my bloodline!" The man spoke as he carefully examined the young figure before him, his eyes filled with satisfaction and kindness.

"Child, don't be sad, and don't be afraid," the man soothed softly, his voice seemingly possessing a magical power that comforted him. "The fact that you're here proves that all our efforts have not been in vain. We're almost there!" At this point, the man's emotions became noticeably more excited, and his seemingly middle-aged face instantly took on a younger look, a brilliant smile breaking across his face.

This smile was like a spring breeze blowing across the earth, warm and gentle; like spring flowers blooming on branches, beautiful and moving. That smile contained endless joy and satisfaction, as if the haze that had accumulated in my heart for many years had instantly dissipated without a trace.

"Being able to receive such news before I completely disappear, and being able to see my descendants again, is a gift from heaven to us, haha! I have lived up to Tianyuan, and Tianyuan has lived up to me, haha..."

At that moment, a dazzling ball of light streaked across the sky like a meteor, piercing through the layers of formations at lightning speed. This mysterious and powerful ball of light rushed straight towards Wushuang's sea of consciousness, as if to completely unleash the secrets and powers hidden within.

In an instant, a radiant light shone, illuminating the entire space like daylight. Witnessing this scene, the men within the formation couldn't help but laugh out loud, their laughter echoing through this ancient space, filled with boundless heroism and unrestrained spirit. They shouted, "Tianyuan, let me lend you one last helping hand!"

Before she finished her words, a shocking scene unfolded. The man's body suddenly began to emit countless brilliant, multicolored lights, like a galaxy of stars, interweaving in the air to form a magnificent painting. At the same time, Wushuang felt an irresistible force envelop her tightly. The next moment, the scene before her eyes rapidly shifted, and in the blink of an eye, she was transported out of this mysterious dimension belonging to her ancestors.

Wushuang was unable to recover for a long time after leaving, tears welling up in his eyes. He had completely disappeared from this world, the ancestor who was who knew how many generations older than him.

He voluntarily let those people trap him here with his divine body. Those people planned to make him check and balance each other with the newborn Tianyuan Heart which was not yet fully formed. However, they did not expect that he came here voluntarily, just to use himself to nourish the newborn Tianyuan Heart which was divided by the plan. He was willing to dedicate everything for the world of Tianyuan, but instead used himself to nourish the broken and decaying Tianyuan Heart.

Wushuang's heart ached, like the pain of losing a blood relative. She wasn't a saint, nor was she the kind of person willing to sacrifice everything for the common people. In the past, when she saw someone so selflessly dedicated to the common people, she would at most sigh in admiration, perhaps even call them fools in her heart. But now, as their descendant and beneficiary, she could no longer call them fools. She felt only a surge of pain in her heart, a surge of warmth rushing to her eyes, and she couldn't stop the tears from welling up.

So-called righteousness and great love have always been out of reach for her. All she saw was human selfishness and greed. She witnessed countless ugly faces and countless acts driven by profit.

However, fate always likes to play tricks on us. A dreamlike experience befell her. In that dreamlike state, she seemed to be a bystander, quietly observing everything unfolding around her. They stepped forward, charging into danger without hesitation; they sacrificed themselves to protect the faith in their hearts; they composed magnificent hymns with blood and sweat. Before she knew it, she was deeply moved, tears blurring her eyes.

When this dreamlike journey ended, she slowly opened her eyes and found herself back in reality. She had told herself it was just a dream, even hiding the Phoenix Blood Holy Flower in a corner of her ring, never touching it. But at this moment, her mind was completely different. All her previous doubts and denials vanished, for she knew clearly that this time, she had truly seen it. From then on, she could no longer deceive herself by telling herself that it was all just a dream.