Demonic Dao Fanfiction: Protecting You from Worries for a Lifetime

Just as Chaoyang had steadied his footing before the ball of light, Feng Jing grabbed him tightly and yanked him forward, rapidly following the path they'd come from. Time seemed to blur in that moment, and Chaoyang couldn't even tell how long they'd been flying. Finally, they arrived at the chaotic world they'd started from. However, before Chaoyang could even ask what was going on, he heard, "Don't overthink it when you get back. As long as the general plot remains unchanged, everything will be fine." Feng Jing injected another source of rules into Chaoyang's body, and then Chaoyang was mercilessly thrown down, disappearing into the endless abyss.

"You're wasting my precious time with my wife." Feng Jing complained as he quickly rushed towards the depths of the chaos. As he ran, he mercilessly kicked away the small balls of light that blocked his path. These small balls of light drew brilliant trajectories in the air and eventually scattered all around. Feng Jing did not slow down because of this. His eyes were firmly fixed on the front. Finally, he stopped and stood in front of a ball of light half a person's height. A gentle smile appeared on his face, and then he said, "Wife, I'm back."

In that mysterious void, a ball of light slowly transformed into a small and delicate hand, which touched me gently, as if silently conveying that it knew you were back.

At the same time, Feng Jing transformed into a soft blanket, gently wrapping the small ball of light. With a hint of coquettishness, he said to the ball of light, "Wife, I have injected another source of power into that little brat. From now on, that little brat will truly become our own."

A gentle wave came from the ball of light, as if responding to Feng Jing's words.

Feng Jing felt the light fluctuate and quickly wrapped himself tighter in the small blanket he had transformed. "Fei Zhou, tell me, those two old fellows, the Great Dao and the Eternal Heavenly Dao, are truly generous. They actually gave us the newborn Chaos. Do you think they regret it?"

"However, now that things have come to this, it's useless for them to regret. In time, Feizhou, you will become the first Heavenly Dao born in this chaos, and then evolve into the unique and eternal Heavenly Dao in this chaotic world. In this way, we can stay together forever, and no longer have to be separated by calamities! I won't have to worry every time you disappear."

"Although I have two more biological sons, managing so many worlds with a few more tools wouldn't be bad, Feizhou, don't you think?"

Feng Jing knew that Guang Tuan would not respond, but he still couldn't help but speak to him. His tone was full of longing for the future and deep affection for his lover.

In the chaos, a new order is quietly taking shape, and Feng Jing and Fei Zhou, like parents in this chaotic world, will witness and guide all this to happen.

When Chaoyang returned to the mortal world, he was greeted by the same blood pool and resurrection fruit in the cave. Nothing seemed to have changed. He left the cave unnoticed. It was only when he returned to Chuchen Mountain that he realized a year had slipped by.

Everyone also thought that Chaoyang had been in seclusion for a longer time this time, so no one noticed his disappearance and it didn't cause any chaos.

When Chaoyang entered the sect, all the disciples who encountered the sect master along the way could not believe their eyes. They stopped and stared in amazement at the usually elegant and graceful sect master. Today, Chaoyang was different from her usual self. She wore a red dress embroidered with red spider lilies, her long black hair casually tied up with a jade crown. The red dress was as bright as blood, and when the wind picked up, the sleeves fluttered, like a blood lotus in purgatory, beautiful and enchanting, yet exuding a dangerous aura.

And at this moment, the morning sun truly revealed his brilliance. He usually wore simple robes and behaved in a low-key manner, but after the death of his master and senior brother, he began to live like them.

Chaoyang slowly approached the sect's magnificent hall, his steps steady and resolute. When he looked up at the hall, he noticed Meng Yao standing there, with an expression of disbelief on his face, his eyes wide open, as if he had witnessed something incredible.

Chaoyang smiled slightly, walked up to Meng Yao, and asked softly, "Ayao, why are you looking at your uncle like that? Is there something strange on my face?"

Meng Yao came back to his senses, a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes. He shook his head gently and replied in a low voice: "No, uncle, this is the first time I see you wearing such bright clothes. I'm a little surprised." Chaoyang then asked: "Isn't it good-looking, uncle?"

Meng Yao smiled, a hint of teasing in her tone, "Of course it looks good. Uncle's style is unmatched. It's just that uncle always dresses simply on weekdays. Today's outfit is really eye-catching." Chaoyang laughed and patted Meng Yao on the shoulder. "You kid, your words are getting sweeter and sweeter. Come on, go in! By the way, tell uncle what happened recently?"

Meng Yao followed Chaoyang's footsteps, and the two walked into the hall together.

Chaoyang sat down in the main seat and asked, "Ayao, why are you the only one in the sect, and there are three of them?"

Meng Yao replied, "During the year my uncle was in seclusion, many of the children of the aristocratic families achieved excellent results at the Hundred Schools of Thought Conference held in Qishan, but the Wen family alone failed to achieve their goals. Although Wen Ruohan did not agree with the style of the Hundred Schools of Thought, he did not take any action due to his uncle's presence, and simply continued his seclusion and cultivation after the conference."

Meng Yao paused, then continued, "But Wen Ruohan's two sons, Wen Xu and Wen Chao, held different views. Instigated by the Jin family's spies, Wen Xu led his troops to burn down the Cloud Recesses, while Wen Chao invited the direct descendants of various aristocratic families to Mount Qishan for so-called 'training.'"

"The Lan Clan's library was severely damaged, and Sect Master Lan was seriously injured. However, according to the intelligence we have, Sect Master Lan's injuries are not serious. The damage to the Lan Clan is mainly limited to some buildings, and overall there is no major damage. Wuxian, worried about Lan Wangji's safety, has also accompanied him to Mount Qishan."

The morning sun slanted across the comfortable chair, casting dappled shadows through the window onto his body. His right hand tapped the table gently and rhythmically, as if he were lost in thought. After a moment, he asked hesitantly, "Wen Ruohan, didn't he send us an invitation to that Qishan Qingtanhui?"

Meng Yao sat across from him, his gaze unconsciously drawn to his uncle in red. Though he tried hard to look away, he couldn't seem to pull it off. Hearing Chaoyang's question, Meng Yao smiled slightly and replied, "Yes. However, we declined the invitation, citing your recent retreat."

Meng Yao added in a low voice, "If you had been there, I'm afraid Wen Xu and Wen Chao wouldn't have dared to act so boldly."

"It's fate!!!" Chaoyang sighed inwardly. He finally understood why Feng Jing was so determined to take him away. It turned out that she was worried that he would change the course of the main storyline again. However, Chaoyang's guess was wrong this time. The collision of the two timelines was actually an unexpected coincidence.

If Chaoyang hadn't lost so much blood and generously donated half of his divine blood, if he hadn't relied on the strength of his divine nature and the power of his origin, Chaoyang would have perished before Feng Jing even noticed. If Feng Jing hadn't sensed Chaoyang's imminent death, he wouldn't have easily left his Heavenly Dao Flying Boat.

When Feng Jing learned Chaoyang was near death, he jolted awake from his slumber. His eyes fell on Chaoyang, and he was filled with shock. He hadn't seen him for ten years, and yet his own child was on the brink of death, his very essence and godhood severely damaged. Seeing Chaoyang's half-dead state, Feng Jing wanted to rush over and give him a good beating until he found out what had happened.

Feng Jing decided without hesitation to go down to the mortal world to find this little brat and bring him back to the chaos for treatment.

Later, Feng Jing was worried that after Chaoyang's health was restored, he might disregard his own safety again. Although this child was obtained through a trade, he was still his child after all. Feng Jing still cherished him in his heart.

Driven by this emotion, Feng Jing disregarded the original agreement with Dadao and resolutely took Chaoyang to meet his master and senior brother.

It was because of this that Chaoyang missed the Qishan Qingtan Conference.