Time Travel: Did My Sister-in-Law Get Slapped in the Face Today?

Gu Songling's old face was full of worry. He sighed and said, "Returning to the Immortal Realm to report this news... perhaps, a great chaos that will sweep across the entire Immortal Realm is about to begin!"

Everyone else also looked extremely solemn!

They all understood that their current escape was only temporary; once the Demon Realm emerged, the Immortal Realm would be thrown into chaos!

No one can remain unaffected!

……

The capital of Dali, once the last refuge for all living beings, has now been transformed into a living hell.

Even if the immortals fulfilled their promise to Li Lan and did their best to take away the civilians, they were still just a drop in the ocean, and the majority remained in this realm.

At this moment, under the encroachment of the black mist, it was as if the end of the world had arrived.

An old woman collapsed on the street, vomiting blood repeatedly. She was clearly dead, but the next moment, she suddenly twisted her body and stood up, though her eyes were filled with black mist, and her behavior was extremely bizarre...

A little girl inexplicably floated in the air. After struggling for a long time, tentacles grew from her body, and numerous corpse patterns appeared on her face.

On a certain street, all the common people seemed to have turned into walking corpses, following behind a ghost knight...

Many ancient behemoths and knights charged toward Seeking the Dao Mountain. The yellow light on the mountain had dissipated, and they had pulverized the altar, but they could no longer catch up with the immortals who had crossed over to the other realms...

Amidst countless zombie-like figures, Lin Ruoxue, dressed in white, stepped out, flanked by undead knights and ancient behemoths.

She walked up the mountain of seeking the truth, her eyes flashing with light and shadow.

When do we attack?

Behind her, another figure appeared—it was none other than the Northern Hu prince, Numochitian!

He... like Lin Ruoxue, had long since become a member of the Demon Realm, but unlike other undead, giant beasts, etc., he was still in the state of a living person.

"Wait."

Lin Ruoxue calmly said, "Once Mingzun is completely reborn, we can go to the Immortal Realm."

"As for now... first send a portion of the army there to let the people of the Immortal Realm know that the Saints have returned."

Numochitian nodded.

The many giant beasts and knights dispersed.

"Master, how long does it take for a demonic soul to be reborn?"

Lin Ruoxue asked a question.

An aged voice rang out: "It could take anywhere from half a year to ten years, I don't know."

Lin Ruoxue sighed: "During this period, Li Lan will remain conscious, but his soul will gradually be eroded, right?"

Such pain... is indescribable.

"All of this is the result of the sins committed by the Supreme Immortal Venerable!"

The aged voice suddenly turned cold and sharp: "The Venerable One and we have suffered countless pains... Only by reclaiming the Immortal Realm, only by finding the treasures that suppress the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, can we possibly change everything!"

"We must not be soft-hearted; we must be more ruthless and stronger than the Supreme Immortal Venerable!"

Lin Ruoxue finally nodded and stopped thinking about it.

……

now.

Northern Dali.

The north wind blows the ground and the white grass turns, and Hu Tian snows in August.

Under a gloomy sky and a desolate wasteland shrouded in mist, on a cliff in the Gobi Desert, lies a huge cave. Black mist permeates the cave, chilling it to the bone, while layers of black ice have formed outside, as if sealing the cave.

Inside the cave.

On a stone platform, a young man lay asleep, his body shrouded in pale golden light and intertwined with black mist, as if a fierce battle was taking place.

On a stone table on one side of the cave, there was a sleeping white cat. The cat was curled up in a ball, seemingly oblivious to everything around it, but its breathing was rising and falling, clearly indicating that it was alive.

Beside the white cat, there was a piece of black finger bone, from which wisps of black mist continuously surged toward the young man on the stone platform.

The black energy poured in continuously, growing increasingly dense, and transformed into a giant black python, as if it wanted to devour the young man.

But the golden light emanating from the young man never faded; it grew brighter as more black cars arrived, and the faint sound of a dragon's roar could be heard.

At this moment, the youth had three golden dragons on his body, fighting against three enormous black pythons.