The whole family went mad, but the junior sister turned the tables and her luck soared.

The sky was deep black, and dark clouds obscured the moon. The newborn demons in the Abyss of Ten Thousand Demons perished so quickly that only a continuous stream of screams could be heard.

Even worse, some didn't even have time to scream before they became nourishment for the Mirror of Reflection.

Meanwhile, the subordinates of Mo Xiao, who were guarding the edge of the abyss, seemed to have long been accustomed to it and turned a deaf ear to the cries of their fellow clansmen dying.

The demons' brutality transformed Yun Yici's slight hesitation into boundless rationality.

The Mirror of Illumination has already been created. Even if it's not Mo Xiao, other demons will have this wicked idea.

In that case, it would be better to break the seal while Shen Huaichuan is nearby.

Now that Shen Huaichuan has regained his power, and with his foresight, he will certainly not stand idly by and watch the Heavenly Demon emerge and harm the human realm.

As the night grew dark, Yun Yici stared intently at the numerous demons and the gaping maw of the Demon Abyss, but she failed to notice the enigmatic expression on Di Zhao's face behind her.

From the moment he saw the Abyss of Demon-Trapping, the suppressed flames of Nirvana began to roar from the depths of his soul.

It is a flame that, when faced with a mortal enemy, involuntarily boils and burns until it consumes its own life and everything else before it can stop.

The emperor had never felt so uneasy in his life.

He even suspected that this was the place where he was destined to suffer.

Zhu Jian served as a cautionary tale for him.

The balance of Heaven must have its purpose in allowing a divine beast that does not belong to this world to be born in this world.

Zhujian was born in the demon realm, and after completing his mission, he returned to the demon realm with all his flesh and blood.

What about him?

What is his mission?

The emperor, unwilling to delve deeper into the matter, gently reached out and took Yun Yici's hand beside him, revealing a vulnerable side for the first time in his usually strong-willed manner.

He whispered, "I have a bad feeling. It's very dangerous here. Let's go, Xiao Ci."

"I can't go any closer to the Abyss of Demons."

He was afraid; he couldn't protect her here.

Yun Yici was caught off guard when he grabbed her hand, only then realizing that the emperor's hand felt a little cold.

She wanted to break free, but was afraid that her movements would disturb the guards, so she replied, "Alright, let's go back after we confirm the state of the Mirror of Revelation."

"This matter is of great importance and requires careful consideration."

The emperor felt a tightness in his chest and glanced at Shen Huaichuan, the culprit who had seduced him with the Mirror of Revelation.

He pondered that among the three of them, Shen Huaichuan was the most senior on the surface, but he had lost all his cultivation and was no different from an ordinary person. He had to rely on him and Yun Yici for everything.

Once they return to their base, he will take Yun Yici directly back to the palace, and then pack up the demon palace's cultivators and treasures to take to the human realm.

As for Shen Huaichuan, it would be best if he was willing to obey and go back with him; otherwise, he would tie Shen Huaichuan up and take him back.

After Yun Yici and the emperor exchanged a telepathic message, Shen Huaichuan was once again in a dilemma.

It's unclear whether Shen Huaichuan, who lacks spiritual power, could hear her telepathic message.

Yun Yici thought for a moment, then held the imperial edict in one hand and placed the other on Shen Huaichuan's shoulder, writing on his broad shoulder with her fingertips: "How is it?"

Just as she slapped him, Shen Huaichuan turned around.

Sensing Yun Yici's question, he shook his head, and then actually prepared to walk towards the Demon-Trapping Abyss!

The emperor released Yun Yici's hand, grabbed Shen Huaichuan by the collar, and threatened through gritted teeth, "Do you want to die?"

"Okay, I'll make it happen for you."

The two men's movements, coupled with the Emperor's voice, almost instantly attracted the attention of the demons guarding the Demon-Trapping Abyss.

Yun Yici never expected that Di Zhao and Shen Huaichuan, who were usually so reliable, would fail her at this crucial moment.

She could no longer hide herself and immediately summoned the Wind Domain.

Seeing that Di Zhao and Shen Huaichuan were locked in a standoff, Yun Yici, not knowing why the two were at odds again, couldn't help but try to mediate: "Senior Di Zhao! Senior Shen! Don't waste time!"

"We've alerted Mo Xiao's people now, and it will only be more dangerous for us to come here next time. Let's leave!"

The phoenix fire in the Emperor's palm illuminated the figures of the three, and the demons who came to investigate were all frightened and took a step back.

The emperor coldly declared, "There will be no next time."

He would not approach this place again, nor would he bring Yun Yici here; he wanted to extinguish Shen Huaichuan's hopes directly.

Shen Huaichuan spoke calmly: "Fellow Daoist Di Zhao, we can no longer leave."

"Only by keeping moving forward can we find a glimmer of hope."

The moon, obscured by dark clouds, disappeared from sight at some point, leaving only a sky-covering, cloud-like aura of demonic energy, foreshadowing the coming of eternal night.

Along with this came the sound of a zither playing under the moon, soft and mournful, like weeping and lamenting.

Yun Yici quickly shielded Shen Huaichuan behind her.

She followed the sound.

By the light of the imperial edict's flames, she saw a hazy figure on the horizon.

As the three looked over, the music stopped, and a male voice, sharp as ice and jade, rang out: "Your Majesty, the Emperor was worried about how to trick you into coming here."

"I never expected you to be so sensible as to come to me of your own accord."

Emperor Zhao raised an eyebrow and glanced around at the mob of people who had retreated three feet in fear of the phoenix fire in his hand.

Without flinching, he read out the person's name with a blank expression: "Li Wuyue".

"What do you think you can do to me?"

The zither player chuckled, and the instrument he was holding flew back onto his back.

Then he descended from the sky and landed among the demons.

At such a close distance, Yun Yici could clearly see his appearance.

The young man had high, prominent eyebrows and was elegant and handsome. He was dressed in black, which was as fine as black jade, while the zither behind him was pure white. The contrast between black and white was unforgettable.

Li Wuyue said with a half-smile, "I have no way to do anything about the Imperial Decree."

"It's just a pity about the two cultivators who came with you to their deaths."

With a flick of his fingertips, countless fine strings burst forth from the ground, cutting towards Yun Yici and Shen Huaichuan like a net.

Yun Yici was prepared. With her left hand, she scooped up Shen Huaichuan, and with her right hand, she held the Huaichuan Spirit Sword. The sword energy burst forth, forming an intricate defensive array.

Driven by the sword light, the wind transformed into wind blades, colliding with the strings of the zither and producing discordant, nonsensical sounds.

Li Wuyue is a bunch of scoundrels; instead of using the imperial edict, she specifically targets Yun Yici and Shen Huaichuan.

The strings of the zither were too fine; even if they could be burned through with phoenix fire, the emperor dared not set fire indiscriminately, for fear of injuring the two of them.

Seeing that Yun Yici was still able to hold on, he focused his gaze and attacked Li Wuyue directly.

Kill Li Wuyue!

As the imperial edict approached, the demons surrounding Li Wuyue were terrified by the flames in his hand, and their will to survive caused them to flee in all directions.

Li Wuyue remained standing in place, his spiritual energy condensing in his hand, transforming into an invisible zither with seven radiant strings shining brightly in the center.

The moment he reached out to pluck the strings, a hand landed on his shoulder, stopping him.

"Wu Yue, wait a moment. This is a phoenix. If it gets hurt, it won't look good."

Behind Li Wuyue, Mo Xiao, dressed in a magnificent brocade robe, slowly walked out.

"The Emperor decrees: acknowledge me as your master, or die."