How did a bastard like him become an immortal?

Nightingale sensed that Li Muyun in her arms was not very well-behaved and thought he was having a nightmare, so she quickly hugged him tighter and whispered to coax him.

But now, her face was as red as a sunset, so red it could drip blood. She held Li Muyun's head and gently shook it.

Li Muyun's hands were weak and powerless. His Yuan energy was already depleted, and he was also trapped in the snow-white, slick clothes, which were mixed with a faint fragrance. This made him stammer and dare not open his mouth.

The nightingale hummed a lullaby, a soft, whirring tune that, while not exactly melodious, was certainly very soothing.

Feeling the warmth of her beloved in her arms, Nightingale's heart fluttered, her body burning with desire. There was a unique kind of comfort in it. If only time could stand still at this moment.

This was the first time she had ever been so close to a strange man. You must know that as the Holy Maiden of the Haotian Sect, she was exceptionally talented, had outstanding strength, and a hot figure, with countless followers.

But she showed no interest in any of them. She either scorned other men or ignored them, except for Li Muyun, who was standing right in front of her.

When she first met Li Muyun, she was deeply moved, as if it were fate.

What followed was a series of events that caused her feelings for Li Muyun to heat up rapidly. Handsome, powerful, and aloof, wasn't this exactly the type she had been looking for?

Thinking of this, Nightingale's heart surged even more, her heart pounding powerfully and wildly.

She held Li Muyun even tighter, as if afraid that he would slip away from her embrace at any moment.

Li Muyun struggled in vain, and was instead held even tighter, so he simply stopped struggling and lay down.

Nightingale was overjoyed to find that Li Muyun in her arms had stopped struggling. Thinking that she had successfully coaxed Li Muyun to sleep, she quickly lowered her head to see Li Muyun's handsome appearance.

While Li Muyun was fast asleep, Nightingale made quite a few unwanted advances, pinching and kneading him, looking him over from all sides, being very unruly.

At that moment, Li Muyun had a look of utter despair on his face, which happened to meet Nightingale's gaze.

In an instant, the nightingale felt a surge of unusual emotion welling up inside her, and she froze, unsure of what to do.

He wasn't asleep; he was still awake. Could he have heard me singing earlier?

"Miss Ye, could you please let go of me? I can't breathe because you're covering me."

With a resentful expression, Li Muyun finally broke free from the white grime and leaned against the cave wall.

The nightingale quickly lowered her head, her blush lingering for a long time, and dared not say another word.

My mind raced. That meant he knew I was singing to him and trying to lull him to sleep.

Oh no, I'm so embarrassed.

Nightingale was filled with regret. She had always been straightforward and fiery, and had never shown such tenderness before, a rare occurrence that Li Muyun had witnessed.

But then she realized that she hadn't looked like this in a long time. Just looking at Li Muyun in her arms, she couldn't help but feel tenderness.

"Miss Ye, what's going on now?"

Li Muyun leaned against the wall, barely regaining some strength, and asked a question.

Nightingale was filled with mixed feelings and her thoughts were in turmoil. Suddenly, Li Muyun asked her a question, and she was taken aback for a moment before quickly replying.

“It’s night now, we’re hiding in a pool of blood, waiting for you to recover…”

After saying that, she lowered her head again, her pretty face flushed red, and she didn't dare to look Li Muyun in the eye.

Li Muyun was momentarily surprised by her expression.

This woman has always had a fiery temper and can't help but make crude remarks, so why is she now showing such a demure, feminine demeanor?

He didn't think much of it and quickly adjusted his breathing, sat down, and meditated on his vital energy.

The previous sword strike was absolutely stunning. Even Li Muyun was so absorbed in a state of selflessness that he only thought about unleashing that sword strike and forgot everything else.

It seemed as if there was only this one sword light in the world. It gathered its strength and unleashed it with all its might. The sword light was dazzling and sharp, slaying the Thousand-Faced Demon.

Then I was completely exhausted, my soul was suddenly drained, and my nascent soul completely fainted. This feeling was like being directly deprived of my life.

Li Muyun shook his head; the feeling of being detached hadn't completely dissipated, and the pain had truly reached another level.

The excessive consumption completely depleted his true essence and divine soul. He was only able to release it with difficulty thanks to the blessing of the Devouring Heaven Creation Array.

"Where is Brother Zhu? I don't see him."

Li Muyun glanced around and saw that the surrounding blood pool was empty, with only wisps of blood energy remaining, which had also been swept away. Apart from the two of them, he did not see Zhu Jiutong.

Nightingale's emotions had calmed down somewhat, but she still turned her face away, not daring to look at him, only giving him a side profile, and whispered.

"He stood guard at the entrance of the blood pool, keeping watch for other demons to enter. Although the Thousand-Faced Demon is dead, the blood aura is still pervasive, and there are still many blood demons..."

"Is that so?"

Li Muyun nodded, his expression becoming somewhat solemn.

It seems that the existence that fought against the master is indeed terrifying. That blood man was just one of the killing weapons, but not the trump card. Such a method can trigger the changes in the blood pool battlefield, which is truly powerful.

We can't stay here any longer; we need to speed up our recovery.

Thinking of this, Li Muyun pointed out a few silver lights with his fingertips. According to the major directions of the heavens and the stars, he could not point out the dim light. When he pointed to the third major direction, his energy was released. Helplessly, he smiled at Nightingale.

"Miss Ye, please lend me some of your inner energy. I am truly powerless right now."

"Transmitting true energy... Oh oh."

Nightingale paused upon hearing this, then quickly walked over and went straight behind Li Muyun.

"?"

Li Muyun looked at Nightingale with a puzzled expression. Nightingale stared at him blankly, looking cute and innocent, but also a bit naive.

"Aren't we supposed to transfer our true energy?"

"As long as Miss Ye releases a wisp of energy, I can transform it."

Nightingale blushed, her already rosy cheeks becoming even more vibrant. She lowered her head, suppressing her shyness as she released a wisp of energy.

He then walked quickly out of the cave, saying he was going for a walk.

Oh no... How could this happen?

Once outside the blood pool, Nightingale collapsed, unable to hold back any longer.

She realized she had made a fool of herself again. She had heard that the intention of transmitting true energy was to walk behind Li Muyun and transmit energy to him, but she hadn't expected that he wanted to use it to set up an array.

How embarrassing... I don't know anything about this.

Li Muyun didn't think too much about it. He just felt that Nightingale hadn't understood. At this moment, starlight swirled around his fingertips. He opened the location again, and the great formation was complete.

Once a small spirit-gathering array is set up, it can accelerate the absorption of spiritual energy from heaven and earth, sense the energy flow, and continuously condense the surrounding blood energy and spiritual power to accelerate its own absorption and recovery.

Li Muyun sat cross-legged within the formation, wisps of spiritual light and blood energy surging into him. He was fearless in the face of any approach; even the blood energy was purified by the old monk and the Buddha-Demon Heart, allowing him to recover quickly.