After the time travel, my cheat program disappeared.

A persistent feeling of soreness and fatigue spread through my limbs.

Let alone walking... even lifting a finger seems to be a very difficult thing.

Shi Yan just wants to find a place to curl up and get some more sleep.

However, Shi Yan forcibly ignored those feelings and walked out of Yun Susu's room.

In his heart, Shi Yan couldn't help but sigh... Is this what it feels like to have your energy bar completely depleted?

Honestly...it's terrible.

So this is what Xiaxia and her senior sister have been enduring all along.

"Good morning—" Jingse Mandala put down the book in her hand.

Only then did Shi Yan notice the unusual expression on Jingse Mandala's face.

Gone was her usual cold, arrogant demeanor, as if she were always trying to go against her. Xiao Jingse's expression was now incredibly serious and solemn.

Master Yan sat down beside the Pure Color Mandala.

She examined the pure white mandala.

To be honest... after realizing that the Lord of Loulan was almost exactly like his former self.

Looking at the Pure Color Mandala, who resembled the Lord of Loulan but was slightly younger... Shi Yan felt something was off.

In addition, the white hair of the Pure Color Mandala is completely different from that of the Lord of Loulan... but it is very similar to her own black hair.

That feeling was even stranger.

It's even stranger than thinking of Jun Qianrou—

After all, Jun Qianrou's figure was absolutely stunning. Even when looking at Jun Qianrou, Shi Yan wouldn't think of himself; he just wanted to snuggle in the girl's arms.

However, the pure color mandala is different.

It feels like I'm bullying my younger sister.

That feeling only eased slightly when I saw her small, clear, golden-red heterochromatic eyes.

The person sitting in front of me, no... demon, is an incarnation of the "noble" Paranirmitavasavartin, a pure-colored mandala.

The Pure Color Mandala gently grasped Shi Yan's hand.

A continuous stream of spiritual energy converged from the Pure Color Mandala towards Shi Yan.

The origin of the spiritual energy of the pure color mandala has always been a mystery.

Her strength and spiritual energy depend on how strong the strongest person nearby is; the strength and spiritual energy of the Pure Color Mandala are always only slightly stronger than that person.

But... where exactly did Xiao Jingse's spiritual energy come from? That has always been a mystery.

Shi Yan had conducted many experiments using his senior sister's small grotto-heaven world.

The final conclusion was that the spiritual energy... seemed to have appeared out of thin air.

Moreover... they are completely different from normal cultivators.

What makes Xiao Jingse so special is her spiritual energy... it never runs dry no matter how you use it.

The only thing that will run out is Xiao Jingse's physical and mental strength.

Although as an extraterrestrial demon and the Pure Mandala of the Paranirmitavasavartin Heaven, his physical strength is far beyond that of human cultivators, it still has its limits.

Hmm... Don't ask Shi Yan how he knew.

After receiving the spiritual energy aid from the Pure Color Mandala, Shi Yan's complexion improved considerably.

"Thank you..." Shi Yan said to the girl.

The expression on Jingse Mandala's face suddenly froze for a moment. "There... there's nothing to thank me for..."

"I belong to you."

"Uh..." The girl's voice grew softer and softer until Shi Yan could hardly hear it anymore.

However, a smile still appeared on Shi Yan's face.

She reached out and stroked the little head of the pure-colored mandala.

After a brief moment of shyness and reproach, Jingse Mandala's expression gradually became serious again. She looked at Shiyan, "Shiyan—"

The girl's expression was so serious that even Shi Yan had to take it seriously.

"what happened?"

"Have you noticed something—" The golden-red heterochromatic eyes stared intently at Shi Yan.

"Ok?"

"What level have you reached in cultivating that 'Record of Departure from Heaven'?"

"The Record of Departure from Heaven?"

"Are you... getting closer and closer to me... or rather... to us?" Last night... she even had a momentary illusion.

The one sleeping in the sandalwood tower is not Shi Yan, but another celestial demon.

A newly born demon.

Shi Yan looked at the pure-colored mandala.

His own face was reflected in the girl's pupils.

On his own face, his eyes, which should have been the color of night, seemed to gradually take on the same color under the reflection of the girl's cherry-red eyes.

Shi Yan blinked; the cherry-red color had faded, and her eyes remained the color of night.

"The ninth floor—"

Master Yan of "Li Tian Lu" has never actively practiced cultivation.

"install……"

"It's alright," she comforted the pure white mandala.

"Being an immortal isn't all that great... Being a celestial demon... isn't so bad either."

The pure-colored mandala bit her lip tightly.

She didn't want Shi Yan to continue practicing that technique.

Because... Loulan... Loulan... was the one who drove him away when he had cultivated the "Record of Leaving Heaven" to the tenth level.

She... didn't want to lose Shi Yan again.

Part 458 The face is gone, I know not where; the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze. [First update, 4K words]

Are we getting closer and closer to becoming a Heavenly Demon?

To be honest... I had a similar feeling.

My cravings seem to be growing stronger and stronger, and they are becoming increasingly difficult to control.

Otherwise... back in "Heaven and Earth," Shi Wei wouldn't have so pitifully grabbed Shi Hongqi's sleeve to make the girl stay.

Because Shi Wei knew that she was really struggling to cope.

However... it doesn't seem to be a big problem.

Shi Yan sensed the most deeply hidden technique within his body—the "Record of Departure from Heaven".

That was the only one among the many cultivation methods that Shi Yan practiced that he had not mastered to its fullest extent, but which naturally advanced to the ninth level.

Even so, Shi Yan still gained the ability to leave the "Nightmare" on himself that Wenren Ershu had left behind.

"Looting".

However... Shi Yan had no idea who to bind "plunder" to.

Ming Zhongqing?

Xingke?

Wen Ruya, or Yun Susu in front of her.

They all seem good, but... they all seem to have some problems.

Master Yan also believed that he did not need "plunder" to help him cultivate.

On the contrary—

The teacher was more concerned with the functionality of "plundering".

"Plunder" can continuously and effectively obtain the location and status of the bound object. After Xiaxia wakes up... attaching "Plunder" to Xiaxia might be a good choice.

Shi Yan gently stroked the hair of the pure-colored mandala.

The girl looked at her with her heterochromatic golden-red eyes.

"There's nothing good about being an immortal."

"The Heavenly Demon... isn't so bad."

All cultivators in the world strive for immortality. Even demonic cultivators, most of whom ultimately seek to transcend the mortal realm and ascend to the heavens.

Occasionally... there are a few who yearn for freedom and happiness in the world.

Yet almost no demonic cultivators ever considered becoming a Heavenly Demon.

--No.

Even someone like Qiu Tu and Du Gui had never considered it.

Because that's impossible.

That doesn't align with their understanding.

Unlike immortals, celestial demons are complete outsiders of this world, merely travelers idly passing through the mortal realm.

No one ever thought of becoming a demon.

But the teacher's words were different—

In essence, she is also a traveler walking on this fertile land of the mortal world.