Chapter 629 - 628: Sensing

"What in the world is going on with that guy?"

Inside the Carefree Sect, at the Huang Family Villa, Huang Tianling stood with a dazed expression, having just regained her freedom.

Although she wasn’t familiar with Yun Huan, she knew a little about him—that he was currently the most promising young man in the Carefree Sect.

But even so, Huang Tianling had never thought much of him.

After all, in terms of both strength and status,

Huang Tianling was far superior to Yun Huan.

But just moments ago, a single glance from him had rendered her completely immobile.

And that evil in his eyes, along with the terrifying black mist... it all struck Huang Tianling as bizarre and unbelievable.

But just as she was wallowing in her confusion...

Suddenly,

her heart clenched violently.

’It hurts so much! What’s happening? My benefactor... did something happen to my benefactor?’

Huang Tianling felt an overwhelming sense of anguish throughout her entire body.

An image of Yang Xiao inexplicably surfaced in her mind.

Inexplicable sorrow welled up in her heart.

At the same time.

「Inside the Taiyin Holy Palace.」

Within a grand, ancient hall,

Yue Lingxi, a woman so perfect she seemed otherworldly, was gently moving her brush. This was her favorite pastime; whenever she calmed her mind and focused her spirit, she could paint things that possessed a spiritual charm.

But suddenly,

her heart clenched violently.

The brush in her hand fell.

Ink splattered across the scroll, ruining the landscape painting that had just begun to exude its spiritual charm.

But Yue Lingxi paid it no mind.

Her brow furrowed as she clutched her chest. In her mind, the figure of a man appeared—a stranger, yet somehow familiar.

’Who... who is he? Why... why does my heart ache so much?’

Yue Lingxi was utterly baffled.

A flash of insight seemed to flicker in her mind, but she couldn’t grasp it.

Even the figure itself was blurry and indistinct.

She couldn’t make out his true face.

Elsewhere, in a pocket of the void not far from Yang Xiao, inside the Inner Realm, a bored young woman was tossing stones, one by one, into the lake before her.

She muttered curses under her breath. "Damn you, Yang Xiao! That bastard Yang Xiao! He received the Ye Family’s kindness, but this is how he treats me! He crippled my cultivation and has kept me locked in here for so long! Hmph! Once I get out, I’m going to bite him to death!"

As she spoke, she couldn’t help but grind her teeth.

CRUNCH.

But in the very next moment,

she cried out in pain.

Her hands instinctively pressed against her heart.

Her face turned deathly pale.

Beads of sweat,

as large as beans, broke out on her forehead.

The image of Yang Xiao also appeared in her mind.

’Why... why did that damn guy suddenly appear? And my heart... why, why does it hurt so much? My tears... I’m actually crying? Wha-what is going on?’

Ye Wanyu didn’t understand.

But she couldn’t stop the sorrow in her heart.

She could feel that something might have happened to Yang Xiao.

But why?

Why would she feel so distressed, so heartbroken, so sad because something happened to *him*?

She couldn’t figure it out.

But her tears continued to fall.

She wasn’t even in the mood to wipe them away.

She let them stream freely down her face.

「Inside the Divine-Demonic Stele.」

Xue Yi was in a standoff with a giant, illusory figure.

"Inheritor, you have already passed the Master of Gods and Demons’ trial. As long as you agree, I can take you to the grotto-heaven he left behind to receive the true inheritance," the illusory figure said faintly.

But Xue Yi just shook her head. "I don’t want to leave this place."

Her voice was faint and soft,

but it held not a trace of hesitation.

"Is it still because of that Dao companion of yours? You should understand, this place is merely a trial the Master of Gods and Demons had no choice but to leave behind after his demise. Aside from this Divine-Demonic Stele, you will gain nothing related to the inheritance. You won’t even be able to form the Divine-Demon Body. Only by reaching the true Land of Inheritance will you gain access to the Master of Gods and Demons’ legacy and become a powerhouse of your generation. Are you truly going to refuse? Are you going to give up?"

But Xue Yi just smiled.

"You’ve asked me that same question dozens of times. I’m sure I want to give it up. Can you let me leave now?"

The illusory figure fell silent.

"I have waited for nearly a million years. I cannot let you leave."

It was a long time before it finally uttered those words.

If it had any other choice,

as the Artifact Spirit of the Divine-Demonic Stele, it would have let this woman go without a second thought.

A woman who would forsake the great Master of Gods and Demons’ inheritance for a mere Dao companion was not a qualified successor.

But...

it had been nearly a million years.

And in all that time, only one Inheritor had appeared who could earn its approval.

The illusory figure didn’t want to give up.

’It seems I can only keep her trapped here until she changes her mind.’

With that thought,

the illusory figure prepared to depart.

But just then,

Xue Yi’s expression suddenly changed.

She clutched her chest, appearing to be in great pain.

The illusory figure immediately stopped.

DRIP. DROP.

Large teardrops fell from Xue Yi’s eyes.

In her mind,

the image of Yang Xiao appeared.

Her heart throbbed with a stabbing pain.

’Yang Xiao, is that you? What’s wrong? What happened?’

Inexplicably,

Xue Yi could sense that something was wrong with Yang Xiao.

Something very serious.

He might even... die.

Xue Yi’s heart raced with anxiety.

Extreme anxiety.

But she was trapped inside this Divine-Demonic Stele.

’What can I do?’

Suddenly, she lifted her head and looked at the illusory figure.

"If... if you can do me a favor, I will agree to go to the Master of Gods and Demons’ Land of Inheritance."

She spoke with absolute conviction.

This took the illusory figure by surprise.

However, when it saw the pained and anguished look on Xue Yi’s face, a hint of understanding dawned.

"Did something happen to that Dao companion of yours? Can you sense his presence?" the illusory figure asked faintly.

"You... how did you know?"

Xue Yi was surprised.

The illusory figure sneered. "Your auras have intermingled. Don’t you know that creates a deep connection? Yin and Yang converge, merging into one. My former master, the Master of Gods and Demons, once said that the Dao of dual cultivation is the most profound of all. When Yin and Yang unite, not only can they create offspring, but they can also cause two different people to assimilate into one. Since you are essentially the same person, if your left hand gets cut, will you not feel pain?"

"Ah... so that’s how it is."

Hearing this, Xue Yi finally understood.

However, the anxiety in her heart did not lessen in the slightest.

In fact, it grew heavier.

Because this meant her feeling was correct.

’Something really has happened to Yang Xiao!’

At this thought, Xue Yi’s heart was wracked with agony.

Her tears began to flow even more freely.

And the pain in her heart intensified.

But her hand no longer remained on her chest.

Instead, she subconsciously reached for her lower abdomen.

There, she could feel a faint Life Aura.

’No, I can’t let anything happen to him. I won’t allow it! Sensing... yes, sensing... I can definitely do it.’

In that instant, Xue Yi began to focus, trying to sense him.