After being reminded by Di Fu Yuan, Su Muyao naturally thought of the Blood Clan nature recorded in the Witch Clan’s ancient texts.

She also didn’t know how Shen Ci’an was doing now.

After he fused with Xuan Che, she wasn’t sure if his temperament had changed.

In any case, she still heeded Di Fu Yuan’s words.

Di Fu Yuan explained many things to Su Muyao before his divine soul vanished.

The moment he disappeared, Su Muyao felt as if she was suddenly squeezed out by the pressure of space.

After Su Muyao came out, Yue Wuhen looked at her with concern and said, "Are you alright?"

Yue Wuhen probably knew what had just happened.

Su Muyao shook her head and said, "I’m fine."

At this moment, the Key in her hand dimmed, as if it had turned into an ordinary key.

But Su Muyao knew it was still the Key.

It could help her find the rest of Di Fu Yuan’s divine soul and his body.

"By the way, how long was I gone just now?"

Yue Wuhen said, "You didn’t disappear, you just seemed to be in meditation for a moment, it was just a fleeting instant."

"Chengyou and Ruqing didn’t notice anything."

The two children were now looking at the waves outside, turned to glance at Su Muyao and Yue Wuhen, but they noticed nothing unusual.

Su Muyao knew it was indeed as Di Fu Yuan had said, that time within the Key differed from the outside.

Su Muyao also knew about Yue Wuhen’s abilities, so he could perceive these things.

Su Muyao briefly explained some things to Yue Wuhen.

Then she took out the Dragon Scale Armor, "This is for the children to use."

Yue Wuhen was about to say something, but Su Muyao didn’t let him speak, saying directly, "You don’t need to persuade me."

"I’ve made up my mind, besides, you’ve given me many protective artifacts from the Witch Clan, it’s alright."

Having become a mother, Su Muyao naturally wanted to consider many things for her children.

Both she and Yue Wuhen had strong abilities, but no matter how talented the children were, they were only at the level of third-level superpower now.

These Armor clothes could perfectly protect them.

This way, while passing through the Boundary Wall, she could feel a bit more at ease.

Yue Wuhen sighed softly, speaking no more.

The ship continued into the deep sea.

The surrounding waves were caused by the Key, as if carrying a miraculous power, protecting their ship to advance steadily.

It also isolated all dangers from the outside.

However, as they entered the depths of the sea, some things were beyond their control.

At this moment, the ship suddenly jolted violently.

Su Muyao’s expression changed, she continued to use her divine skills to reinforce the protective power around the ship, she said to Su Muyao and the two children, "We’ve arrived, it’s the deep-sea underground rift passage."

Following his gaze, Su Muyao saw a huge crack appearing in the ink-black seawater ahead, within it was pitch-black, as if black whirlpools were churning, faintly emitting a shallow glow.

As soon as the boat entered the range of the rift, the surrounding seawater receded abruptly, replaced by howling gales, tearing at the barrier of the ship’s protective shield.

Su Muyao instinctively first protected the children.

Yue Wuhen took control of the ship.

"Mother, we’re not afraid, we’re okay."

Even though it was their first time traveling far, the two little ones were very excited. Despite sensing a dangerous aura, they tried to stay calm, not wanting to distract and worry their parents.

Su Muyao felt they were extremely sensible.

She steadied herself and helped Yue Wuhen stabilize the ship and fortify the barrier’s power.

As the boat slowly entered the passage, they felt a powerful space force pressing in from all sides.

At this moment, Su Muyao felt an oppressive discomfort in her chest, her spiritual power circulation became sluggish.

She could clearly see the myriad tiny cracks appearing in the surrounding space under the tearing gales, as if about to rip all living things into fragments.

Yue Wuhen’s witch power surged around him, continuously employing divine skills to protect the ship and those aboard. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Thanks to the protection of Yue Wuhen’s strength, even though the ship swayed, none of the gales or space compression outside harmed them.

Su Muyao also pushed her superpower to the limit to assist, but the space power was too overbearing, the gales like countless sharp blades, constantly assaulting the ship.

Unsure of how much time passed, suddenly, Su Muyao felt a wave of dizziness, the howling gale in her ears grew distant, her vision gradually blurred, and finally, she completely lost consciousness.

...

In the present Demon Realm

The Demon Realm was perpetually enveloped by dark mist, the demonic qi belonging to the Demon Realm, which Demon Realm Beastmen and even Dark Beastmen absorbed to enhance their power.

What they absorbed wasn’t spiritual energy, but this unique breath belonging to the Demon Clan.

Under the night, the frost-like demonic qi condensed into silver threads, wrapping around the white jade columns of the Demon Palace.

Inside the hall, Xie Guixue sat on the high main seat, coldly and emotionlessly watching his subordinates report the progress of annexing territories and rallying manpower.

Due to his extremely noble bloodline, upon awakening and returning, his Demon Clan lineage was of unparalleled purity, exerting an absolute bloodline suppression over other Demon Race Beastmen and even Dark Beastmen, thus quickly ascending as a leader.

He played with a Jade Ring between his fingers, his snow-white hair cascading like moonlight, his dark robes fell to the ground, the dark-patterned demonic rune on the hem faintly glowing with his breath.

He, like exquisite orchids and jade trees, had a face that stunned all beings, cool and picturesque, akin to a lotus on a snowy mountain.

In his exquisite beauty lay the ultimate coldness.

His gaze was ice-cold, more chilling than snow, devoid of any emotion, without the slightest fluctuation.

The more aloof he was, the more revered he became among the Demon Race Beastmen.

In their hearts, the Demon God was heartless, only the pure-blooded beastmen of the Demon Clan could cultivate the divine skills to their pinnacle by being heartless, thereby having the potential to become a Demon God.

According to the inherited memories of the Demon Clan, to become a Demon God, a pure-blood beastman must sever all past ties, sever all emotional silks.

Therefore, the Demon Race Beastmen revered the cultivation of the Heartless Technique.

The demonic beastmen’s bloodline inherently carried heartlessness and coldness, cultivating these made their hearts even colder, eventually having no heart at all.

Xie Guixue, upon returning to the Demon Realm, handled everything according to the inherited memories of the pure-blooded lineage.

With neither heart nor sentiment, there was nothing unusual.

He was unlike any other Beast God, bereft of grand affections in his heart.

But at this moment, for reasons unknown, his fingers trembled uncontrollably.

That Jade Ring clanged to the ground, hard as it was as a Magic Artifact, it shattered upon impact.

It was as if an invisible thread suddenly snapped from his heart.

Xie Guixue’s expression changed instantly.

The subordinates kneeling below all fell silent, not daring to move.

In that instant, they sensed a strange aura emanating from their master.

Instincts screamed danger.

Ever since their master returned, nothing had ever roused any emotional changes, but now, what was happening?

The hall was heavy with tension.

This aura stirred their blood.

At this moment, all of Xie Guixue’s emotions involuntarily surged from his heart.

Because a sharp pain, without warning, burst from his chest, as if something was physically torn away, leaving an empty void, cold winds blowing through the gap, the pain unbearable.

It felt like something significant was lost.

Xie Guixue’s breathing turned chaotic in an instant.