After the time travel, my cheat program disappeared.

I assure you—

“I will absolutely... absolutely never use this contract to force the Womb Mandala to do something it doesn’t want to do.”

“The Womb Mandala is absolutely... absolutely not my slave.”

"She's a friend...a sister who deserves to be pampered."

"Does the Garbhadhatu Mandala believe me?"

Even when facing a demon from beyond the heavens who could slap you.

In Yunyi and Longtaojia's words, there is a happy world that can overturn the world with just a smile. Even Shiyan cannot drive the other party like a slave.

How could such a stupid and clumsy guy cause the world to collapse with just a smile?

If it were that mature form, she might be stunningly beautiful.

The master was tempted... no, he was thinking of the woman he saw through the eyes of the womb mandala.

Like the little devil in front of me, maybe only tears can make it work.

The womb mandala looked at Master Yan with teary eyes.

The heavens above seem to stretch to an endless sea of ​​stars.

As described in the Garbhadhatu Mandala, countless stardust transformed into a pair of eyes, looking down upon the mortal world and watching the girl kneeling in front of 'himself', coaxing 'himself'.

Those eyes suddenly closed again.

The spirit of countless stars has been gathered away.

The little Pixiu suddenly felt that the gold cake in its mouth no longer tasted good.

"What about me? What about me!"

The little Pixiu hopped and skipped around. Shi Yan got up, rubbed the little Pixiu's head, and then gently stroked the girl's horns.

"the same as you."

"Hmph! You're just being perfunctory!" The little Pixiu pretended to be angry, but its eyes clearly showed that it was overjoyed, and its steps became cheerful.

Master Yan, along with the Womb Mandala and the little Pixiu, headed to the deepest part of the "Great Void Secret Realm".

She keenly sensed that the temperature of the world seemed to be getting colder and colder.

The ground beneath my feet was no longer like a clear, bright lake, but more like... ice.

The bone-chilling cold threatened to tear at the skin.

The vibrations of "Dance of Fine Snow" trembling in my chest grew stronger and stronger.

It's like... someone is crying for.

From afar, Shi Yan had already seen it—

The sky was filled with pitch-black chains, and the swirling demons were all frozen by the blue chill.

Even the pure-colored mandala perched atop the throne of dark clouds in the sky was no exception.

World, time.

It was as if everything was frozen in that instant.

And all of this was accomplished...

Shi Yan saw the girl in the thin dress.

"Sheng Nu..."

Part 263 From this day forward, you are mine. [First update 3500 words]

In an infinitely icy blue world.

A girl in a smoky purple dress stood there, leaning on her sword, almost like a solitary figure adrift.

Alone and utterly alone.

Just looking at it makes one feel sad.

Shi Yan clutched his chest.

She certainly wouldn't feign artisticism just because of this somber atmosphere.

The master said it was only to suppress the "Dance of Fine Snow".

The frost sword in his arms seemed to be about to burst forth, constantly groaning and vibrating.

Even Shi Yan could sense the sorrow in "Dance of Fine Snow's" heart, but... even "Dance of Fine Snow" herself couldn't explain it.

What exactly is the source of that sorrow?

Over the long years of wandering in the "Sword Tomb," her memories have gradually faded.

All I remember from "Dance of the Fine Snow" is... that solitary figure, which seems so familiar... so very familiar.

She must have had a very deep connection with the king she once served.

Once again calming down "Dance of Fine Snow," Shi Yan gazed at Sheng Nu.

Sheng Nu also gently raised her eyes and looked at Shi Yan.

Shi Yan noticed something was wrong.

Or rather... it would be strange not to notice anything unusual.

The girl in the thin silk dress stared at him with her clear, icy blue eyes... with a sense of relief.

Her disheveled black hair danced wildly in the windless space.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, their white frost and snow turning them into pure white down.

She was also wearing a small vest made of snowflakes.

It's gorgeous.

Yet it also evokes a sense of... indescribable sadness.

Shi Yan recalled a sentence he had seen somewhere.

"He was crowned king in the frigid northern land."

"Pine needles as a cloak, snow as a crown."

However, the most unusual thing is—

It was still the blazing spiritual energy 'burning' around Sheng Nu.

Girls are born without spiritual roots and have no way to manipulate any spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

But what lies before me...

Shi Yan's expression was solemn.

The spiritual energy burning around Sheng Nu was far more complex than it appeared.

In Shi Yan's eyes, it was a vortex without end.

No matter what kind of spiritual energy it is, once it is drawn into that vortex, it will be burned to ashes, eventually returning to death and turning into bone-chilling cold.

This is a reaction that will continue to spread.

This reaction will not end until the slaves, who are being used as firewood, are completely burned.

"What exactly did she do?"

"What on earth did she burn?!"

“Master Shi Yan—” Sheng Nu smiled at Shi Yan.

Unlike the timid and cowardly yet somewhat yearning expression that Shi Yan remembered about Sheng Nu, Sheng Nu's expression was different.

The man before him, Sheng Nu, had a resolute expression, as if he were watching over heaven and earth.

"I..."

"We've been waiting for you to arrive."

Before Sheng Nu's voice had even finished, the rustling and cracking sounds of ice breaking were already mixed in with the swirling snow.

The entire frozen 'spacetime' seemed to be about to break apart.

She stared at Shi Yan, and then her body collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut.

Shi Yan quickly transformed into the wind and caught the girl before Sheng Nu collapsed.

My first impression upon handling it was that it was cold.

It was ice-cold to the bone.

The biting cold seeped into the girl's fingertips through her skin.

Then there's the soft part.

He was so soft that just by holding a girl's waist, his upper body seemed to bend down like an iron bridge.

Looking at the girl's pale lips.

Shi Yan simply held Sheng Nu tightly, her lips trembling from the cold.

Although she is carefree and a bit scornful, she would never let go of a girl at a time like this.

"Shengnu?"

"Sheng Nu!??"

Shi Yan could clearly feel that the girl in his arms was losing her life little by little.

Behind Shi Yan, the illusory form of the Dance of Fine Snow was thus formed.

She placed one hand on Shi Yan's shoulder, her frosty eyes looking sadly at Sheng Nu in Shi Yan's arms.

The Dance of Fine Snow felt more than Master Yan felt.

She could smell... a certain radiant, frosty-blue quality fading away from the girl whom her master called 'Sheng Nu'.

Those things are being burned.