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

The two of them held Lin Fengmian tightly, as if they wanted to meld themselves into his body.

Gu Qingge buried her face in his chest, her tears silently soaking his clothes.

Cang Yuwei clung tightly to his waist, her knuckles turning white, pressing her entire body against him, leaving not a single gap between them.

The air was thick with the stench of blood and the smell of death.

The aftershocks of the battle had not yet dissipated.

A faint mist of blood hung in the air, charred marks remained on the ground, and the corpses of several Heavenly Thunder Sect disciples lay scattered in the distance.

But amidst this bloodshed and deathly silence, Lin Fengmian's embrace felt exceptionally warm and reassuring.

"My husband."

"My husband!"

The two opened their mouths almost simultaneously, and then choked up almost simultaneously, unable to utter another word.

Lin Fengmian gently patted their backs, again and again, as if soothing frightened little animals.

His chin rested on the top of Gu Qingge's head, his fingers gently combing through Cang Yuwei's hair, his voice as soft as the night breeze:

"It's alright, I'm here. I'm here."

After a while, the two women in my arms gradually stopped trembling.

After calming them down, Lin Fengmian turned around and looked at the gruesome mess of blood and flesh on the ground.

His brows furrowed slightly.

He gently raised his right hand and flicked his fingertips.

A fireball was launched, and with a whoosh, it landed precisely on the pool of blood.

Flames erupted, engulfing all traces.

Flesh and blood, bone fragments, tattered clothing, and even the lingering aura of the spirit in the air.

They were all burned to ashes by the pure spiritual fire, leaving not even a trace of ash behind.

After doing all this, Lin Fengmian turned his gaze back to the Demon Abyss not far away.

It was deep and dark there, as if countless shadowy figures were writhing there.

Lin Fengmian could clearly sense that the seal had been replenished with spiritual energy after the spiritual energy was restored, and it had become much stronger.

The array was radiant with spiritual light and flowing runes, like a giant golden spider web covering the Demon Abyss, much more stable than before.

Pure spiritual energy flows through every line of the seal, and the spiritual light rises and falls like the tide, clearly indicating that it has been maintained and reinforced over a long period of time.

In this way, the status quo can be maintained stably by having a high-level cultivator oversee its maintenance every hundred years.

But it's just maintaining the status quo.

Complete healing, or even making it firmly established, is an extremely difficult task.

Lin Fengmian could even faintly sense the demonic energy emanating from the demon race and the will of the Demon Lord.

His mind went blank.

The Demon Lord's will was like an ancient beast slumbering in the abyss; even through layers of seals, it still exuded a chilling pressure.

It was an ancient aura that did not belong to the human world, or even to ordinary demons—chaotic, tyrannical, greedy, and insane.

His mind could sense that will slowly and continuously impacting the seal, like wave after wave of undercurrents, never ceasing.

The life force and physical body of this extraterrestrial demon are simply beyond those of ordinary beings.

Without the protection of the Spirit-Severing Land, the Xuan Tian Continent would surely be doomed.

Lin Fengmian exhaled a breath of turbid air, which condensed into a white mist in the air before quickly dissipating.

He could deeply feel the immense burden his wife, Su Miaoyun, carried on her shoulders.

Despite being a woman, she single-handedly supported the operation of the entire Land of Desolation, bearing the heavy responsibility of guarding the Demon Abyss and protecting the entire realm.

If it weren't for Su Miaoyun's tenacious defense of this desolate land, the rampant demons within would have ultimately turned it into a paradise for monsters.

By then, the Xuan Tian Continent will likely be unable to escape invasion.

Thinking of those aloof, deaf and dumb old fogies in the upper realm, Lin Fengmian shook his head helplessly.

When this happened, their first instinct wasn't to find a solution, but to sever the connection between the two realms, seal off the path to ascension on the Xuan Tian Continent, and completely cut off all communication between the two realms.

Did they think they could rest easy and keep all those demons out of the lower realm?

How selfish and ridiculous!

He could almost imagine what those old guys in the upper realm were thinking.

They felt that as long as the war didn't reach the spirit world, what did the life or death of the ants in the lower realm have to do with them?

The root cause of the fact that no one has ascended to immortality in the Xuan Tian Continent for thousands of years probably lies here.

It's not that they lack the aptitude, but rather that the upper realm has completely blocked the path to ascension.

Thinking of this, Lin Fengmian couldn't help but feel a surge of anger.

These old bastards are gambling with the lives of all living beings on the entire Xuan Tian Continent for a vague and uncertain peace.

How foolish.

Lin Fengmian's gaze deepened.

He looked at the Abyss, his gaze filled not only with vigilance but also with an added sense of heaviness.

This land, and this mess, are now connected to Su Miaoyun's karma and the little golden dragon inside her, making it impossible for him to stand idly by.

Lin Fengmian even felt that Su Miaoyun was born to guard the Demon Abyss.

She spent her entire life staying here; there was no way to hide from her or escape from it.

To be honest, Lin Fengmian's feelings towards this woman were becoming increasingly complicated.

Even though she initially only coveted his pure yang energy and harbored selfish motives, Lin Fengmian now shows no sign of complaint.

Because he did it not for himself, but for the sake of countless lives.

Regardless, Su Miaoyun is a great woman who commands respect and evokes pity.

He withdrew his gaze and turned to walk towards the direction of the Soul-Slaying Sect. Gu Qingge and Cang Yuwei followed on either side of him, their figures gradually disappearing into the twilight.

Behind them, the abyss of demons continued to churn silently, like an ancient beast bound by chains, waiting for its chance.

……

Upon returning to the Spirit Gate, the atmosphere had changed completely.

After taking the elixir given to him by Lin Fengmian, Fu Qingyun not only recovered from his injuries, but his cultivation level also improved by a small margin, and he was full of energy.

His old wounds had completely healed, his aura was smooth and harmonious, and even the melancholy between his brows and eyes had largely dissipated, replaced by a long-lost sharpness and vitality.

Upon learning that Wang Hu had been executed, he acted swiftly and decisively, quickly consolidating and purging the sect and eliminating Wang Hu's remaining followers of the Heavenly Thunder Sect.

Those disciples and stewards who usually acted arrogantly and domineeringly within the Jue Ling Sect, relying on the support of the Tian Lei Sect, were all exposed.

Some had their cultivation stripped and were expelled from the sect, some were imprisoned in the dungeon awaiting their fate, and a few who resisted to the end were personally killed by Fu Qingyun.

The entire Jueling Sect was instantly cleansed.

His gratitude towards Lin Fengmian was evident in his words.

Lin Fengmian was very curious—

Fu Qingyun's daughter, Fu Yinqiu, still looked at him with a strange gaze.

She was a girl of about seventeen or eighteen years old, slender, with delicate features, and her almond-shaped eyes always carried a hint of aloofness and coldness.