The Emperor's Domineering Favor, the Evil Consort's Unparalleled Reign

Some girls display their pain to seek sympathy, while others display it to seduce. For the latter, pain is an adornment. Li Xiyue, however, is neither of these.

When Li Xiyue and Bingyin met... the sun was shining brightly in the sky. He saw her, and she saw him. There, the breeze was gentle, and the scenery was perfect.

"Ice Shadow, wait for me..."

"No, you're too slow."

"I have a leg injury."

"...Serves you right."

"Ice~~~~~~~Hidden~~~~~~"

"Alright, alright, I give up. Hurry up."

Li Xiyue hurriedly limped over to Bingyin's side, and he silently took the sword off his back. Li Xiyue declined apologetically, "I'm fine, you don't need to carry me, it's just a minor injury." He looked at Li Xiyue with a wry smile, "Take it, use it as a crutch, and carry you? You wish..." Li Xiyue had three black lines on her forehead, cold sweat pouring down her face, and she groped for the sword hilt without looking at him.

He gave a slight smirk and walked forward, arms crossed.

Ying Li looked at Bing Yin and Li Xiyue, who were smiling, and unconsciously, the corners of her mouth also turned up. If things continued like this, Bing Yin wouldn't have been plagued by nightmares. However, things would definitely not go smoothly. Especially for someone like Li Xiyue, who had no spiritual power and only possessed a special physique, she was an ordinary person who simply couldn't obtain the Bone Ring. Even if she did obtain it, without finding a way to control it, she wouldn't be able to completely protect her weak spiritual sense.

It was all just a dream of Li Xiyue's, a dream fueled by her obsession, her guilt towards her sixth brother, her rebellion against her own life, and her attempts to give herself an explanation. And Bingyin willingly shared this dream with her. However, the dream certainly didn't unfold as Bingyin had hoped; otherwise, why would such a profound nightmare, a beautiful dream, become a prison controlling Bingyin?

Sure enough, a strong wind howled, and the two people who were enjoying themselves suddenly disappeared. A long and desolate road appeared in front of Ying Li. He walked on that road and walked a long way. Not far ahead, two familiar figures appeared.

The black wind howled, its sound shrill and mournful, like the howl of wolves, but upon closer listening, it sounded like the wailing of ghosts, sending chills down one's spine.

At this moment, two figures walked at the foot of the mountain, which was somewhat dark and remote. They seemed to be supporting each other, yet also appeared somewhat frail.

Xi Yue's body seemed to be out of her control, and every step she took seemed to require all her strength.

The road beneath their feet was wide and flat, without any extra pebbles. Dewdrops on the roadside grass shimmered with a white light, as if echoing the approaching light. The woman, dressed in pure white, wore no makeup; her lips were chapped, and her face was devoid of color.

Her left hand was tightly guarding her waist, as if there was something very important there. The black wound on her neck was about an inch long and half a inch wide. The wind blew off the gauze covering it, and blood flowed from the wound, staining her pure white collar. She bit her lip, and with all her might, raised her head and glanced at the mountains not far away.

Bingyin held her hand, and the woman followed his steps like a puppet, one step after another.

She knew she was beyond saving, but she was a little regretful that she hadn't found the Bone Ring and hadn't been able to save her sixth brother; she felt resentful.

Xi Yue had never realized that Bing Yin was so quiet, as if she had never known him.

Didn't he say that?

The person I hate most in this life is her, not only because she can't cry, but also because she's so stupid. When Sixth Brother was alive, she relied on him, but now that he's dead, she can't do anything.

He gently took Xiyue's hand, unsure of where he was taking her.

How gentle Bingyin is! This feeling is so unfamiliar, yet it brings me joy.

Xi Yue suddenly remembered Bing Yin's expression when He Ling bit her, and she suddenly understood that it was despair and deep sorrow.

It was said that He Ling died a horrible death. Xi Yue touched the wound on her neck, and blood stained her palm. Several scars on her palm were also stained red with blood, making the scene even more horrifying. She smiled bitterly; then she would surely suffer the same fate as him.

"Bingyin, I'm tired. Please don't go anymore. There's only one hour left, just one more hour until I'm free. I don't want to be this tired. Please help me... help me save Sixth Brother, okay?!"

Yu Yue gasped for breath and pleaded with the man whose back was to her, but this did not make him stop.

Ying Li watched as Bing Yin's body stiffened for a moment, then her expression changed drastically. She could feel that Bing Yin's hands, which were now deeply trapped in a nightmare, suddenly turned icy cold.

Bingyin and the woman were dressed in the same pure white clothes. His large eyes no longer held their usual smile, and his face was covered in black blood, which had splattered on his face when he had inserted the long flute into the river demon's head.

At the foot of Qingshi Mountain, opposite Illusionary Realm Mountain, one must pass through the Spring River to enter the Ghost Realm. Bing concealed this from Palace Master Hongyu and took her there, but she never expected that it would bring her so close to death.

He and Li Xiyue had agreed that he would take her with him once he obtained the elixir needed to enter the Ghostly Demon Ridge. He was only a little slow in refining the elixir, and Li Xiyue couldn't wait any longer. Bingyin couldn't understand why Li Xiyue was so impatient; why couldn't she even wait a day?!

He was somewhat disheveled. Hearing the woman pleading for mercy and giving up, he suddenly became very angry and walked even faster. Before long, they arrived at the gate of Illusionary Realm Mountain. He turned around, and the woman saw his eyes. His gaze was so deep that she couldn't tell whether it was pity or guilt.

"Xi Yue, sleep for a while, just a little while. There is a Spirit Lord in the Red Jade Palace. As long as we find the Spirit Lord, he will definitely be able to save you." Finally, there was tenderness in his deep eyes. He pulled the woman into his arms, trying hard to control his emotions, and gently stroked her hair. Xi Yue smelled the cool, snowy scent on his body and fell asleep peacefully.

Bingyin looked at the dried blood on Xiyue's hands; the blood had lost its vibrant red and was now a dirty yellow. He gently stroked Xiyue's face, his voice trembling, "Please live, please... live."

As she lost consciousness, she seemed to hear Bingyin crying. The wind blew, and it grew even colder here…

A sigh, accompanied by a helpless sound, echoed throughout the entire Illusionary Realm Mountain. It was really cold here. Why hadn't I felt it before?

Bingyin's face was ashen, growing paler with each passing moment. He lifted the woman into his arms, her hands hanging heavily at her sides. He paused, glancing at Xiyue, but his usual expression was gone.

"Once you're asleep, you won't be afraid of anything." Bingyin's voice was low, as if something deep inside her was cracking...

The woman's lips curled slightly upward as she murmured, "Once you're asleep, you'll be fearless..." Her hands fell heavily to her sides, Bingyin's face was pale, and her entire body trembled uncontrollably...

"Bingyin!!!" Ying Li shouted, feeling a huge rock pressing down on her heart. Bingyin looked up at Ying Li in the distance, bewildered. He looked at Li Xiyue, who was already dead in his arms, and was unwilling to let go for a long time.

“Bingyin, you should come back. Lianyi is waiting for you. I will help you revive Xiyue. Come back!” Yingli said, but Bingyin’s face grew paler and paler. “I watched her die. I can’t wait. I watched her die…”

“Even if you stay here, she won’t wake up!” Ying Li said. Then, Ying Li’s expression changed drastically. Behind Bing Yin, a gigantic phantom beast opened its blood-red maw and bit down on Bing Yin’s shoulder!

Bingyin seemed oblivious to the pain. Blood gushed from his shoulder, and the phantom beast's body swelled to twice its original size. Its blood-red eyes stared at Ying Li, clearly a provocation!

Li Xiyue, who was in Bingyin's arms, suddenly disappeared. Ying Li's expression changed drastically. The scenery in front of her kept changing, and the spiritual energy around her was dissipating. Bingyin was running away, and she was also running away. Finally, when the scenery returned to normal, Ying Li's body froze.

Bingyin stood downstream of a large river, holding an ancient bronze mirror, a gentle smile on his face.

This illusion is forcing Bingyin to pay with his life, endlessly repeating the cycle! Everything is already set in stone, only Bingyin still yearns to salvage the situation, ultimately unable to save Li Xiyue's life, and will also lose his own life in this illusion!

"Bingyin! Turn around!!!" Ying Li shouted!