After the time travel, my cheat program disappeared.

The pure-colored mandala, which had flown halfway, seemed to lose all its strength in an instant, as if it had been grabbed by the waist by an invisible hand.

Like a bird with broken wings, it fell from the sky as if its wings had been severed.

Then--

It abruptly ended at a position parallel to Shi Yan's words.

"don't want..."

She cried out in anguish, but her body seemed to be slowly twisted around as if out of her control.

"No!!!" Pure Color Mandala looked into Shi Yan's eyes.

Behind those dark eyes, it seemed as if countless stardust were shrouded in mist.

"I don't want to do it again!!!" All that was left was the strength to tremble slightly with her fingertips.

I don't understand the Pure Color Mandala.

Why... just... just humans?

They can actually exercise the authority of "Happy Heaven".

With a pitiful sigh, she managed to squeeze out two soft whimpers. As a demon from beyond the heavens, Pure Color Mandala... completely fell into the pink hell, her consciousness dissolving.

Part 265 The Pure Mandala Doesn't Want to Be a Slave [Chapter 1, 3K3]

Keep your hand outstretched.

As the domain opened, Shi Yan once again entered a state where he seemed to look down upon all living beings, holding everything in the palm of his hand for his own amusement.

Dark red smoke drifted through the "Secret Realm of the Great Void".

The little Pixiu tried to reach out and touch it, but was grabbed by the Womb Mandala beside it. "Don't touch it!"

Although it was arguing with the womb mandala, the little Pixiu wasn't the kind of stubborn creature that would insist on touching it no matter what others said.

The girl just stared wide-eyed, as if waiting for an explanation of the womb mandala.

The pink-haired demon girl gestured with her lips, indicating the area ahead.

There, the pure-colored mandala had fallen to the ground.

The girl's slender and frail body was curled up in a ball, and her small hands, which had been waving the chains, could now only weakly grasp at the air.

But she gave the impression that she was so weak that she couldn't hold onto anything.

With just a gentle nudge, the girl's little hand will be pried open.

Her small, white, adorable feet were also tightly curled up, only occasionally trembling slightly along with her furrowed brows.

The Pure Color Mandala is completely incomprehensible.

What kind of monster is Shi Yan?

“If you want to become like her, just touch her.” The Womb Mandala looked at the red smoke and dust that filled the surroundings.

The shapes formed by the wisps of smoke and dust evoke images of red... the red petals of the red spider lily blooming at the far end of the other shore.

"Eek..." The little Pixiu withdrew its hand.

Under the disgusted gaze of the Womb Mandala, she hid directly behind it, looking somewhat apprehensively at the deep red smoke and dust.

This strange state... apart from the even stranger fox at home who hides in the woodshed, hugging its tail and doing who-knows-what, no one would like it.

The womb mandala, quite nonchalantly, reached out and touched it.

The deep red smoke entered the girl's body directly through her fingertips, and her face immediately flushed an alluring red, as if she were drunk.

"Gurgle—"

"Hmm."

"The purity is too high."

The smoke and dust born from Shi Yan's frank and undisguised true self seemed to have given even the Womb Mandala, the Great Free and Joyful Demon, a sense of pleasure.

Just how terrifying the Free and Unfettered Demon truly is, no one has ever known.

The girl's cherry-red eyes sparkled as she looked at Shi Yan's retreating figure, making her look exactly like a pet... or rather, a cute pet.

Compared to characters who have already fallen into the mire of desire...

The Garbhadhatu Mandala, being a noble celestial being, prefers to personally uncover human desires.

Especially revealing the desires hidden, forgotten, and lost deep within human nature by noble saints.

He subconsciously licked his lips, and a sweet, milky flavor spread between his lips and teeth.

That was a sweet taste that even the Womb Mandala rarely experienced.

Faced with that sweet and fragrant aroma that soothes the soul, even the principles that were once held dear seem to be set aside.

It's like... there are always people who think they're into black stockings, white stockings, mature women, office ladies... all sorts of things.

In the end, he realized that he was just a lustful person.

What the Great Lord Shiva most enjoys is watching noble saints be corrupted and degenerate.

"Experiencing the process of the other person gradually losing their strength and their rationality dissolving allows one to reap the most profound joy."

He stood proudly behind his teacher.

The demon girl slightly spread her legs, put her hands on her hips, and looked incredibly smug.

Just like how it was she, not Shiyan, who defeated the Pure Color Mandala.

The pink tuft of hair on the girl's forehead swayed back and forth.

She looked at the pure white mandala lying on the ground.

Actually, there's not that much difference~

Master Yan used his authority to defeat the Pure Color Mandala, which is equivalent to him defeating the Pure Color Mandala himself.

No problem, no problem.

Unlike the Pure Color Mandala's incredulous reaction to her master using the power of "Happy Heaven," the young demon girl was much calmer.

Is that strange? Is that really strange?

The teacher said that one could use something like "Happy Day".

This is probably how the young demon girl would react.

Even his own contract could be overturned by the other party, and that kind of unbridled desire and demonic nature even made him doubt whether he was the one who was happy or whether Shi Yan was the one who was happy.

You're telling me this unconventional person is human?

Is she even a person?

The pure-colored mandala that lay on the ground remained immersed in the aftereffects of the pink hell for a long time.

It was as if consciousness had traversed a thousand years within it... The eyes had become a trembling, dazed look, as if they had been tormented.

The teacher bent down.

As the pure-colored mandala trembled in fear, the shadow of the master's words obscured the light in the sky.

She was clearly frightened and resentful, wanting to back away. However, due to the imposing aura brought by that authority, Jingse Mandala could only let Shiyan pinch her cheeks.

The girl stared at Shi Yan with an almost humiliated expression.

She wanted to turn her head away from Shi Yan, but her body wouldn't obey her commands.

Shi Yan looked at Jingse Mandala's plain white shoulders, thought for a moment, then took out a gold-threaded felt cloak from his storage ring and draped it over Jingse Mandala.

The demon in front of them had completely lost its ability to resist.

At least...that's how it is now.

The master said that one should not directly kill the pure color mandala.

Based on the description in the "Record of Leaving Heaven" and the method used by the "Fairy of Yaotai" a thousand years ago to deal with the Pure Color Mandala, Shi Yan had already realized it.

The extraterrestrial demons are beings of the same or even higher level as immortals.

They cannot easily fall into the mundane world.

This includes the Pure Color Mandala, the Garbhadhatu Mandala, and even... the celestial demon that possessed Wenren Ershu.

They are all just incarnations.

Once the avatars are killed, they will return to the Outer Heaven.

Then... Shi Yan placed his right hand on the head of the Womb Mandala, pinching the girl's ahoge (a single hair sticking up) between his fingers, causing the little head of the Womb Mandala to nod little by little.

Beings like the Womb Mandala probably wouldn't bother to delve into the mortal world anymore.

But... someone like Pure Color Mandala, who holds grudges and is easily summoned, will inevitably try every means to fall back into the mortal world and cause trouble.

Therefore, even the "Fairy of Yaotai" from a thousand years ago, when faced with the Pure Color Mandala, only chose to seal it.

The pure-colored mandala pulled at her cloak, concealing her pale body.

Because of the complete depravity.

She can't control any demonic energy at all now, let alone use it to conceal her body like before.

As for clothes...

How could ordinary clothes withstand thousands of years of weathering?

These are extraordinary celestial and demonic artifacts... How could the "Fairy of Yaotai" possibly have left them behind, granting the Pure Color Mandala the possibility of breaking its seal?

Gently biting her lip, Jingse Mandala looked at Shiyan hesitantly.

After hesitating for a long time, I managed to squeeze out a thank you from the girl's mouth.

It is different from ordinary extraterrestrial demons.

The Pure Color Mandala, who inherited all the memories of the Lord of Loulan, has the same sense of shame as the Lord of Loulan and the instinctive reaction that she must express gratitude.

The feeling of the girl looking at him with such shame, yet having no choice but to thank him, truly stirred a sense of pleasure within Shi Yan.

She longed to leap directly in front of the Pure Color Mandala and mock the demon, "That's right..."