After being jilted by the saintess at the beginning, why is she crying?

An indescribable feeling of suffocation welled up inside me, stuck in my chest, unable to go up or down.

Lin Fengmian had been a master of romance for many years, and how many proud fairies and peerless beauties had he slept with? Which one of them wasn't first captivated by his personal charm, and only after their feelings deepened and things progressed naturally did they consummate their relationship?

Why did the whole atmosphere change once we arrived at this desolate place?

Gu Qingge sacrificed herself for her family's mission, solely to ensure the continuation of their bloodline. Cang Yuwei compromised to suppress the Demon Abyss.

Qin Lan was moved by his dependence on him in a desperate situation. Now, even Su Miaoyun—his nominal and legitimate Daoist partner in the Land of Desolation—is now being touched.

They all calmly asked him to spread his affections evenly, offering him women on their own initiative, with the reason being simply to improve the team's combat effectiveness!

After so many days and nights of physical intimacy and spiritual communion, did she really not feel any attraction at all? Did she not feel even a hint of jealousy? Was that subtle tremor in her every frown and smile really just a physiological reaction brought on by the circulation of her cultivation technique?

I, Lin Fengmian, am just... a particularly useful cultivation tool?

For the first time, he felt a tightness in his chest. His pride and confidence had been dealt a heavy blow, leaving his internal organs aching.

Seeing that he remained silent for a long time, his expression changing several times, Su Miaoyun frowned slightly: "You're unwilling?"

Lin Fengmian looked at her flawless yet aloof face and sighed silently in his heart.

Ultimately, he succumbed to reality. After all, he himself did indeed benefit from it.

Putting aside Qin Lan's mature and steady demeanor, which is quite memorable, the girls like Yu Chan'er... are indeed all outstanding, like unpolished jade.

"Fine," he said, his tone casual yet deliberate, as if trying to hide something.

Seeing his agreement, Su Miaoyun's lips curled up slightly, a faint smile playing on her lips. That curve, like a ripple spreading across the depths of an icy lake, was fleeting, yet far more unsettling than any superficial smile. Then, she no longer suppressed her aura, releasing it with a thunderous roar!

Layer upon layer of spiritual pressure rose steadily, like giant waves crashing against the shore, piling up one after another—Peak Foundation Establishment, Pseudo-Core Formation, Early Golden Core, Mid-Golden Core… Finally, a vast and mighty pressure, far surpassing that of the Golden Core, enveloped the entire cave dwelling as if the sky were collapsing!

Nascent Soul Stage!

Lin Fengmian's pupils constricted sharply, and his blood seemed to freeze instantly: "You...your cultivation level?!"

Su Miaoyun's aura gradually subsided, becoming deep and restrained once more, like an ancient well with no bottom. Looking at the speechless, shocked Lin Fengmian, she calmly presented a second, even more astonishing fact, as if merely recounting someone else's story:

"In truth, I am not the complete me. My true self was scattered and reincarnated ten thousand years ago when I was sealing the Demon Abyss."

"I am merely a clone temporarily severed from the original body, carrying some of her memories and mission. My existence, from beginning to end, is solely for guarding the seal of the Demon Abyss."

She raised her hand, her slender, white fingertips swirling with a wisp of pure yang energy familiar to Lin Fengmian. That energy glowed faintly in the dim light, like flickering starlight.

"It's you, Lin Fengmian. Your pure Yang essence, by some twist of fate, has completely broken the seal that has been dormant within me for ten thousand years. Now, I have recovered a portion of my original cultivation."

She looked at him, and in those usually calm and unwavering eyes, a rare glimmer of trust appeared. The light was faint, almost swallowed by the darkness, yet it was undeniably real.

"I don't know why, but I trust you. So, please continue to help me, okay?"

Lin Fengmian stared blankly at the woman in front of him.

She was still so beautiful. Her skin was like jade, her features like a painting, and her temperament was as ethereal as a celestial maiden descended to earth. But at this moment, beneath this breathtaking beauty, there was a heartbreaking sense of inhumanity—like a fine jade sculpture under the moonlight, beautiful as it was, but lacking the warmth of a true living being.

She was just an avatar.

A tool. A fragmented shadow that exists to protect some mission.

Then what kind of extraordinary talent and unparalleled beauty must she possess?

What desperate choices did it make in that dire situation ten thousand years ago, before it could bear to cut off a part of itself and leave it in this lonely seal, guarding it for ten thousand years?

A complex mix of emotions surged into Lin Fengmian's heart—a little pain, a little bitterness, and a little... inexplicable anger. The anger came from nowhere, yet it burned within him, making his internal organs churn.

"Oh shit……"

He muttered a curse under his breath, it was unclear whether he was cursing those damned demons.

She was still berating herself for that ridiculous, untimely attraction.

"What's wrong with you?" Su Miaoyun tilted her head, a small, slightly human gesture that now seemed even more tragic.

Lin Fengmian spoke slowly, his voice carrying a hint of seriousness after careful consideration:

"I can help. But you know I don't belong here. You have to tell me how to leave this little world."

Upon hearing this request, Su Miaoyun's tense expression relaxed slightly, as if she had finally let go of a long-standing concern.

She nodded slightly, her voice as calm as still water:

"If the seal of the Demon Abyss remains intact and the situation in the Land of Severed Spirits is completely stable, I will tell you the safe way to go to the outside world."

Now that spiritual energy has revived, the rules of heaven and earth are in chaos, and the spatial barriers are as fragile as paper. Without my guidance, if you were to forcibly break through this realm, you would face a near-certain death.

Upon hearing this, Lin Fengmian's spirits lifted. Finally... was there a way back?

But when his gaze fell on the woman in front of him, that hint of excitement quietly subsided.

Her fate was already sealed; the sole purpose of her existence was to guard a demonic abyss that would never be destroyed.

She lived like a solitary monument, embedded in the cracks of time, unknown and unremembered.

A peculiar emotion rose from the depths of Lin Fengmian's heart, both tender and dullly painful. He stepped forward, grasped Su Miaoyun's hand, and gently squeezed it, his voice very soft:

"But before that, let me accompany you through a few more cycles of circulation. Consider this my parting gift to you."

Su Miaoyun was slightly taken aback. A faint ripple passed through her usually clear and calm phoenix eyes, like moonlight falling on a deep pool, disappearing before she could even catch it.

She did not resist, but obediently cooperated, remaining as quiet and focused as ever, as if this was the only way she knew to respond.

Seven days have passed in the blink of an eye.

Within the cave, the spiritual energy ebbs and flows, ceaselessly day and night.

Su Miaoyun's aura has become more harmonious and clear in these days than before, and the weariness between her brows and eyes has been replaced by a kind of radiant glow.

Lin Fengmian finally got up at dusk on the seventh day, let out a long sigh, looked at the figure sitting quietly cross-legged, and sighed inexplicably in his heart.