The Hehuan Sect cultivates alchemy; my senior sister helps me refine alchemy throughout the world.

In that instant, countless images flashed before Shen Yifei's eyes.

Liu Mengli, Ye Ling, Ao Ying, Gu Yunyan, Luo Qinghe, Feng Qingyin, Leng Rushuang... all the people he had loved, slept with, and promised to protect, swirled in his mind like a revolving lantern.

He thought to himself, "My life has been worthwhile."

He went from being an unknown nobody to where he is now, but sadly, he still hasn't heard from his mother.

His father was still struggling alone in the Immortal Realm, and he really wanted to go and help him as soon as possible. Together, father and son, they would expose the unknown ugliness of the Immortal Realm!

If one day we reach the Celestial Realm, will the Ninth Princess stand by my side...?

Just when Shen Yifei thought he was doomed and his soul was about to shatter completely under the impact of the self-destruction of the Bewitching Heart, a very faint silver-white light suddenly appeared deep in his sea of ​​consciousness.

The light was as warm and smooth as jade, carrying an ethereal aura, and drifted out silently.

In a daze, Shen Yifei thought he was dead and was hallucinating.

"The Ninth Princess?"

The wisp of immortal energy swirled gently in his sea of ​​consciousness, then transformed into the phantom image of a woman.

Wearing a silver-white fairy dress, with long hair like a waterfall and exquisite features, she was none other than the Ninth Princess Zhaoyue.

The gray mist from the self-destruction of the Bewitching Heart churned wildly, carrying the wails of countless vengeful spirits, and crushed towards Zhao Yue.

He was determined to destroy everything in Shen Yifei's sea of ​​consciousness!

Zhao Yue formed a hand seal and with a gentle wave, a layer of silver immortal energy rippled forward, completely enveloping the gray mist.

The surging vengeful spirits crashed against the net, emitting piercing screams, but they could not break through the thin layer of celestial aura.

The shockwave from the self-destruction of the bewitching mind was actually blocked by this wisp of immortal energy.

"Immortal energy! How could there be immortal energy in your sea of ​​consciousness! Who left you a protective immortal seal!"

Shen Yifei was also bewildered. He looked down at the faint silver light on his body. To be honest, he didn't even know that there was such a thing in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Could it be something she left behind when she cultivated her spiritual consciousness with the Ninth Princess?

Zhao Yue's illusory figure stood in the center of her sea of ​​consciousness, looking indifferently at the struggling gray mist in front of her.

Huo Xin was trapped by that thin layer of celestial energy. No matter how much he struggled and thrashed, he was like a fly caught in a spider web, getting tighter and tighter with each struggle.

"You...who exactly are you!" Huo Xin's voice turned shrill, all traces of her previous composure gone. "A person from the Immortal Realm? How could someone from the Immortal Realm leave an Immortal Immortal Mark in this little bastard's sea of ​​consciousness!"

Zhao Yue ignored him, only turning to look at Shen Yifei, her lips slightly parted, "Were you thinking of me just now?"

Shen Yifei was stunned for a moment. He had been thinking about the Ninth Princess in his hallucination, thinking it was just a fleeting thought before his death. He never expected that this wisp of immortal energy would hear his thoughts.

"Ninth Princess..." Shen Yifei coughed lightly, "How...how did you get into my sea of ​​consciousness?"

"Since our consciousnesses have intertwined, my spiritual essence naturally remains deep within your sea of ​​consciousness. It has simply remained dormant, undisturbed."

Zhao Yue paused for a moment, then said, "If your sea of ​​consciousness hadn't been about to be shattered, I wouldn't have woken up."

Shen Yifei felt a surge of warmth in his heart, but also a wave of disappointment.

The Ninth Princess left a protective measure in his mind, which saved his life at a critical moment.

However, this aura was merely an imprint, not even a divine consciousness clone.

"Ninth Princess, then..."

"Let's deal with the immediate matter first." Zhao Yue interrupted him, looking at Huo Xin in the gray mist. "Although this person's remnant soul is only one ten-thousandth of his original form, it is extremely troublesome. My immortal energy can only trap him temporarily, but cannot refine him. You must deal with him personally."

"Ninth Princess, how can I refine him?"

Zhao Yue said calmly, "You can't refine him, but the power of the five elements within you can, along with that wisp of her remnant soul as a catalyst..."

Liu Mengli paused for a moment, then a look of understanding appeared on her face, followed by a giggle: "Ninth Princess is right, Master! Don't you still have the Cauldron of All Things?"

"That's right, we forgot about the Cauldron of All Things at the crucial moment!"

Liu Mengli chuckled, "Master, your brain usually works quite well, but you tend to forget things when you're in a hurry. It's alright, I'm your virtuous wife, so I'll remember for you."

"When did you become such a good wife? You're lucky you haven't caused any trouble."

"Now I am." Liu Mengli puffed out her chest confidently. "I've been with you in the cauldron for so long, and I've given you so many suggestions. Search your conscience, isn't that being a virtuous wife?"

Ye Ling gave her a cold glance, and Liu Mengli immediately shut up and obediently shrank to the side.

Shen Yifei wasn't in the mood to argue with her.

Deep within her consciousness, the Ninth Princess's silver immortal energy transformed into a thin barrier, tightly containing the gray mist from the self-destruction of the Bewitching Heart.

The gray mist, like a trapped mad beast, rolled and thrashed within it, causing the immortal energy barrier to ripple continuously; it clearly wouldn't last long.

"Ninth Princess, how long can you hold on?" Shen Yifei asked urgently.

Zhao Yue's illusory figure spoke calmly: "This immortal energy is merely a wisp of divine remnant that I left for you; it cannot be sealed for long. If you cannot refine it, it will dissipate."

Before Zhao Yue could finish speaking, the illusory figure gradually disappeared...

With a thought, Shen Yifei summoned the Myriad Things Cauldron in his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Master, are you really going to throw him into the cauldron to refine him? Huoxin is the ancestor of all soul manipulation; what if he causes trouble in the cauldron..."

"What kind of demon is he! He's just a dying, struggling soul; he can't possibly cause any trouble! Cauldron of All Things, absorb it!!"

The Cauldron of All Things emitted a deep hum, and a tremendous suction force surged forth, enveloping the cloud of gray mist.

The inner turmoil in her mind intensified.

"You little bastard! You actually possess the Cauldron of All Things!! You dare use the cauldron to refine my remnant soul? When my true form returns, I will make you wish you were dead!"

Shen Yifei, hands on his hips, shouted into the cauldron, "The future? Your damn remnant soul has already been refined into a pill by me, what future? You wish!"

The Cauldron of All Things absorbed the mist that bewitched the Heart into its cauldron. Immediately afterwards, a scream of the Heart came from within: "Damn it, let me go..."

Shen Yifei released the Netherworld Cold Flame and began to refine the Bewitching Soul.

Shen Yifei was afraid that he would cause some trouble inside the cauldron, after all, there were several women inside!

The Netherworld Cold Flame is specifically designed to refine divine souls. Bewitching Heart howled and writhed within the flames: "You little bastard! You wretched thing! Ah... what are you?!"

"This, my dear ninth brother, is a technique specially devised by the Soul-Devouring Demon God. He said... as soon as he sees you, he'll burn you to death with this fire!"

"I was wrong! I was wrong, okay! Let me out..." Huo Xin's voice came from the gray mist, his tone tinged with panic.

"Now you realize you were wrong? Too late!"

"It's not too late! Listen to me, I'll tell you a big secret! The secret about the Sky-Shielding Umbrella! The secret about your father, Shen Changtian!"

The Netherworld Cold Flame in Shen Yifei's hand paused for a moment.

"Master, don't believe a word he says!"

"Okay, I know. Let's hear what he has to say first!"