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

Li Lan's blood, imbued with the aura of a true dragon, had already been spilled onto the black finger bones!

His blood was rapidly absorbed by the finger bone, not a single drop remaining. The black liquid within the black finger bone slowly changed color, from pure black to gray...

"what!"

The black demon soul let out a miserable cry. The cat on the stone table had collapsed to the side, exhausted. The demon soul's pain came from its finger bones.

A faint white light emanated from the finger bones, slowly condensing into a phantom image...

As the phantom appeared, the demonic soul trembled and cried out, "No... you are already dead. This life belongs to me. You are already dead!"

The demon soul's eyes were filled with hatred, as if it wished it could destroy the phantom, but it was also filled with fear, as if it was terrified of the phantom!

As Li Lan's essence blood was infused, the illusory figure slowly solidified, and a voice filled with vicissitudes resounded:

"I never imagined that someone in this world could cultivate true dragon energy."

Li Lan looked over in surprise and saw that the figure looked exactly like the Demon Soul, and was a middle-aged man. However, his temperament was completely different from the Demon Soul's.

Although the demon soul possessed an aura that shook the world and made people dare not look directly at it, it also had a sinister and evil aura. But this man, standing with his hands behind his back, was like a mountain that had stood for eternity, and his eyes, when they opened and closed, were like stars shining in the desolate universe.

His face lacked the arrogance one would expect from a strong person; instead, it held only compassion, and his eyes seemed to carry endless melancholy and loneliness.

"In the end, worldly attachments are hard to sever. After death and the dissipation of one's spiritual essence, such a vengeful spirit is born..."

He shook his head, then raised his hand and pointed. In an instant, the demon soul that once stood atop the Storm Emperor's Throne, controlling thousands of demon armies and striking fear into the hearts of the immortals, let out a miserable cry and vanished into ashes without any power to resist!

This scene instantly shocked Li Lan. Looking at the figure, two words flashed through his mind...

Ming Zun!

……

Two years.

The borderlands of the immortal realm are ravaged by war.

Two years ago, the Abyss Realm fell, shaking the entire Immortal Realm.

As everyone knows, the Abyss Realm is a barrier between the Immortal Realm and the Demon Realm. Now that the front line has fallen and many Demon Realm armies are invading the borderlands, the Immortal Realm has sent a large army to guard the pass between the two realms and resist the Demon Realm army.

Liangjie Pass stands majestically on the frontier, the most important pass in the Great Wall of the Frontier, and can be called the gateway to the Immortal Realm.

Today, atop the city gate, a man is burning paper money.

The rising smoke was completely out of place with the surrounding environment.

"Who's burning paper money on the beacon tower? What if it attracts the demon army...?"

A soldier in black armor frowned and spoke.

"Shh! You're new here, aren't you? That's Li Yue, the personal disciple of Elder Feng Moping of the Sword Sect, a genius of our time!"

A soldier nearby quickly stopped him.

“Li Yue… I’ve heard of her. Two years ago, she was brought back to the Immortal Realm by Feng Moping, and from then on, she rose to prominence. It is said that she also cultivated the True Dragon Technique!”

“Every year at this time, she would come here to burn paper money, saying it was to commemorate her teacher and also to commemorate the people of the Abyss.”

Several soldiers were chatting idly.

On the deserted beacon tower, a woman in a bright yellow dress watched as the paper money turned to ashes. With a casual wave of her hand, the wind rose, and the ashes of the paper money drifted beyond the pass, towards the world shrouded in black mist.

She knew that world was now deserted.

“Teacher, it’s been two years… My True Dragon Technique has remained at the second level, but my cultivation level has passed the Foundation Establishment stage.”

She spoke softly, "Everyone is doing well. Are you doing alright over there?"

She took out a wine jar from her storage ring and poured out the spiritual wine.

"There is no Azure Cloud Brew in the Immortal Realm. I tried for a long time and finally learned how to brew it... Teacher, please drink more."

"Teacher, do you know? Everyone here is doing very well. Jian Yingzhou and Jian Yinyue have become the two prodigies of the Sword Sect. Shi Hao was born with double pupils and was taken away by a crane. Shi Chong's ancestral blood awakened and he was taken away by a body cultivator. Ku Jue is very famous in Dafan Temple. Because he erected a golden statue for you and worshipped it day and night, Dafan Temple said that he worshipped evil spirits. As a result, he got into a fight and I heard that he was beaten pretty badly."