After descending the mountain, my aloof fiancée became completely devoted to me.

Normally there are no abnormalities, but once the mood fluctuates, it will subtly cause trouble.

Lin Ping's gaze instantly fell on Shen Aoxue, and his eyes suddenly narrowed.

He stepped forward slowly, his fingertips gently touching Shen Aoxue's brow.

A wisp of gentle, ancient golden light slowly entered the depths of her soul, without any aggression, solely to investigate the source.

Golden light traveled through his soul and meridians. After a moment, for the first time, a subtle hint of solemnity flashed across Lin Ping's calm and composed eyes.

It was not caused by external evil influences.

It wasn't a backlash from the aftermath of the battlefield.

Rather, it is—a parasitic existence in the cycle of reincarnation!

An extremely ancient and obscure fragment of the Prison Abyss's main soul took root deep within Shen Aoxue's divine soul origin, lying dormant for ten thousand years, completely merging with her reincarnated soul, becoming inseparable.

This power is too well hidden. It has been cleansed by the cycle of reincarnation in the mortal world, shedding all its demonic and malevolent aura. Ordinary supreme beings and ancestors cannot detect even a trace of it.

If he hadn't entered the Supreme Realm and seen through the origin of eternal reincarnation, he would never have realized it today.

Lin Ping instantly saw through all the secrets.

Ten thousand years ago, he shattered the ancestral soul of the Prison Abyss and scattered its origin. The remaining fragment of the soul was not completely annihilated, but instead, it entered the mortal world and reincarnated during the chaos of the great war.

This lingering soul neither seizes another body, nor causes trouble, nor breeds evil energy; its sole purpose is to lie dormant and wait.

We await this day, we await his return to the peak, we await the start of an eternal deadlock, we await the most opportune moment for the backlash!

And the body it inhabits is none other than Shen Aoxue, who has been reincarnated countless times over the past ten thousand years and has always been by his side!

The person beside you in bed may harbor a ghostly spirit.

A scheme laid out over millennia—it's terrifying to think about!

No wonder the Prisoner of the Abyss is so confident today; no wonder it frankly admits that its weakness lies in the mortal world; no wonder it is not afraid of death or defeat.

It wasn't afraid of Lin Ping killing it at all!

Its true trump card was never the three ancient ancestors, but Shen Aoxue, whom Lin Ping had been with day and night, protected wholeheartedly, and trusted the most!

The three-day period is not the time for the four ancestors to surround the enemy.

It is the day when the Prisoner's Soul, hidden deep within Shen Aoxue's soul, fully awakens, seizes her body, and turns against Lin Ping!

Once the main soul is fully awakened, Shen Aoxue's original consciousness will be completely devoured and replaced by the will of the main soul of the Eternal Imprisonment Abyss.

At that time, the person who understands Lin Ping best, is closest to Lin Ping, and can approach him without any suspicion will become the most deadly weapon!

A silent killing intent instantly enveloped the entire Wutong Manor.

Shen Aoxue keenly noticed that Lin Ping's expression was off, and her heart tightened. She asked softly, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with my body?"

She could clearly feel that the golden light at Lin Ping's fingertips carried a soothing meaning, yet also subtly revealed a hint of solemnity.

Lin Ping withdrew his fingertips, the seriousness in his eyes vanishing in an instant, replaced by a gentle and calm demeanor, unwilling to cause her panic or self-doubt.

This matter is too dangerous and too secretive. If it is revealed, it will only cause her inner demons to fester and prematurely awaken her main soul.

"It's alright," Lin Ping said calmly, his tone steady. "It's just that the great battle just now caused a disturbance in the Dao of Heaven and Earth, affecting your soul and causing a slight disorder. You can recover with rest."

He deliberately downplayed the issue, subtly concealing the earth-shattering secret of the eternal parasite.

Zhu Xiaohan, however, still frowned and said worriedly, "Is it really just a minor disturbance? This aura seems deeply rooted to me, not like a temporary disturbance."

Her cultivation was not weak, and her perception was extremely sharp. She vaguely sensed that the matter was not a simple shock backlash.

Lin Ping shook his head slightly and brushed it off: "It's a small matter, no need to worry. With me here, no one can harm you in the slightest."

His words were domineering and resolute, instantly calming the unease in the two women's hearts.

Alu breathed a sigh of relief, patted her chest, and laughed, "Thank goodness you're alright! Sister Shen, please rest well. I'll go make some tea for everyone!"

After saying that, the little girl skipped around and turned to walk towards the manor's tea room.

Zhu Xiaohan glanced at Lin Ping, who had a calm expression, and knew that he must be hiding something, but she did not press him further.

She nodded obediently: "In that case, we will stay in the manor and wait patiently for the three-day deadline."

Shen Aoxue suppressed the strange feeling in her heart, nodded gently, and looked at Lin Ping with tender eyes: "Thank you for your hard work."

After ten thousand years of hibernation, he returned to a peaceful life in the mortal world, only to be met with a series of deadly traps and enemies from all sides, all of whom arose because of his former invincible reputation.

Lin Ping nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the three women before landing in the distant far northern forbidden zone.

All the gentleness in his eyes vanished, leaving only a chilling, bone-deep killing intent.

The progenitor of the Prison Abyss, what a masterful scheme that lasts for eternity, what a masterful use of hiding a devil in one's pillow!

He uses the parasitic cycle of reincarnation to reside in the body of his beloved, lying dormant for ten thousand years, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.

This forbearance, this malice, far exceeded his expectations.

If he forcibly kills the Prisoner Abyss Ancestor today, the three Ancestors will immediately descend, the Southern Frontier will be destroyed, and the three women will be in grave danger.

If he remains silent, three days later, the four progenitors will join forces to press on his territory, and at the same time, Shen Aoxue's main soul will fully awaken, launching a pincer attack from both inside and outside.

On one side, he was besieged by the progenitors of the heavens; on the other side, his wife was suffering a backlash from his soul.

This is the truly unsolvable, eternal, and ultimate dead end!

Ordinary experts at the Supreme Realm who fall into this predicament will undoubtedly die!

Unfortunately, it was facing Lin Ping.

He is the only supreme sovereign who has transcended eternity, reversed the laws of heaven, and transcended chaos!

"You want to use those around me to sever my Dao foundation and break my mortal ties?"

Lin Ping's eyes were indifferent, but his heart was filled with murderous intent.

"A long-term plan, hiding its true intentions and revealing its true nature, it's truly admirable how much effort you've put into it."

"Since you want to play a game of chess, a game of life and death."

"Then I'll play along with you to the very end."

He neither exposed it, nor pointed it out, nor panicked.

They allowed this wisp of Prison Abyss's main soul to continue to lie dormant deep within Shen Aoxue's soul, allowed the three ancient ancestors to accumulate power, and allowed the eternal deadlock to slowly take shape.

If his opponent tries to trap him, he will go with the flow and use the momentum of the entire situation to completely wipe out the four ancient forbidden lands in one battle, ending the ten-thousand-year-old feud!

Just then, a chilling divine soul transmission came from the direction of the far northern forbidden zone, directly reaching Lin Ping's ears without anyone noticing.

"Lin Ping, you've already noticed, haven't you?"

The voice of the Prison Abyss Ancestor was filled with extreme ruthlessness and smugness, brimming with the mockery of someone in complete control.

"You've discovered that the main soul is parasitizing deep within her soul. You dare not act, dare not speak, and dare not gamble."

"You protect the world, you protect all living beings, but you can't protect the person beside your pillow!"

"Three days from now, a double whammy, an attack from both inside and outside. You can't protect the Southern Frontier, you can't protect them, and you can't even protect yourself!"

"In this eternal game of chess, the ultimate victor is destined to be me, Prisoner Abyss!"

A blatant provocation, every word aimed at the heart, utterly arrogant.

Lin Ping slightly raised the corners of his lips, forming a cold arc, and replied calmly via telepathy: "A frog at the bottom of a well, looking at the sky from the bottom of a well."

"What you thought was a decisive victory was nothing more than a stepping stone for me to conquer the four forbidden areas."

"Three days from now, I will let you see with your own eyes how your grand scheme and ultimate trump card will be shattered completely."

The transmission ended, and there were no further developments.

Deep within the forbidden zone in the far north, the dark figure shuddered violently, filled with disbelief.

It never expected that its meticulously planned and deadly scheme would fail to intimidate Lin Ping, and instead be so disregarded by him!

"Arrogant!"

The Prisoner Ancestor gritted his teeth and growled, his eyes flashing with a blood-red light.

"I'd like to see how you'll turn the tables in three days!"

Time passed slowly, and night quietly fell on southern Xinjiang.

As the sun sets and the stars and moon rise, a gentle evening breeze caresses the branches and leaves of the Wutong Manor, creating a tranquil and peaceful atmosphere, much like an ordinary courtyard in the mortal world.

But only Lin Ping knew what turbulent undercurrents lurked beneath this tranquility.

Alu brought over some tea and snacks, placing them obediently on the stone table, her eyes crinkling with affection.

Zhu Xiaohan sat quietly to the side, closing her eyes to regulate her breathing, silently recovering the cultivation lost in the battle, and remaining on guard at all times.

Shen Aoxue sat in the evening breeze, gazing at the starry sky and moon, her expression serene. However, deep within her soul, the blood-red main soul that had been dormant for millennia was slowly awakening, reviving, and accumulating power in the darkness, unnoticed by anyone, as time passed.

The night was deep and quiet, and all was still.

The three women returned to their rooms to rest one after another, leaving Lin Ping alone in the center of the courtyard within the manor.

He raised his eyes to look into the deep night sky, his gaze piercing through the stars for thousands of miles, looking directly at the direction of the three ancient forbidden lands outside the Heavenly Realm.

In all three forbidden areas, an ancient aura slowly revived, and an ancient malevolent energy soared into the sky, crossing the void and faintly locking onto the Wutong Manor in the Southern Frontier.

The three progenitors have already begun to break through barriers and accumulate power.

The three-day deadline is fast approaching.

Inside Shen Aoxue's bedroom, a faint blood-red line quietly appeared between the eyebrows of the sleeping woman, then quickly disappeared, unnoticed by anyone.

The most ruthless killing move of all time is hidden by the pillow, concealed within the heart of one's beloved.

Lin Ping stood with his hands behind his back, the evening breeze ruffling his clothes, his figure tall and unparalleled.

He was unafraid of being surrounded by the four progenitors, and unafraid of being crushed by an eternal dead end.

This pillow-side backlash, hidden for millennia and deeply rooted in the soul of a beloved, will, in three days, become the most unexpected, deadly, and dangerous final blow in the great war of the heavens!