In a daze, Xie Guixue felt like he had entered a dream, as if he saw her silhouette once more.

It turns out...

He was not heartless.

He merely placed his heart on that girl.

That girl was Su Muyao, his wife.

And now, his wife was nowhere to be found.

A suppressed howl escaped Xie Guixue’s throat, and Demonic Qi erupted with a roar, causing the entire Demon Palace to shake violently in his agony.

The Demon Race Beastmen quickly formed an array to suppress this aura.

No one knew that this pure-blooded Demon Lord, who was supposed to be ruthless, could be in such pain for a female who had once hurt him.

No one knew that this female was also his only weakness in this life.

"Do we really need to help the master completely remove the Heart Demon?"

"The master may not wish for it to be so."

"The master is someone who is going to become a Demon God, yet our Demon Realm is beset by endless wars with countless casualties. Outside, we are shunned by everyone for no reason, burdened with those curses. Why is it that only after the master becomes a Demon God can he save us all, and only then can the Demon Realm know peace?"

"The Demon Realm could also fully restart."

"Otherwise, the current environment of the Demon Realm is unsuitable for everyone’s cultivation and survival, as the Demonic Qi is mixed with many impure auras."

"The master cannot have a Heart Demon nor should have any emotions, or else all his efforts will be in vain, and he might even lose his life."

"Moreover, since when did our Demon Race Beastmen become so consumed by emotions, and our master is supposed to marry a female and not share a female with anyone else."

"Exactly, based on the information I gathered, that female has many Beast Husbands and doesn’t care about our master at all."

"Right, she even divorced our master before, so why should we let our master suffer because of her..."

Everyone was chattering, discussing these things.

Based on the gathered information, everyone also knew what the master experienced on the Mortal Beast Continent and even the Cang Beast Continent.

So everyone understood that if the master had a Heart Demon, it must be related to that ruthless female.

...

At this moment, Su Muyao was unaware of these things.

The tearing sensation of the Boundary Wall tunnel had not dissipated when her consciousness plunged into boundless chaos.

The turbulent spatial currents whipped her body around, the deafening roar in her ears, her surrounding Spiritual Power churned into fragments, and the last glimmer of clarity was swallowed by darkness.

As she lost consciousness, a vague image of Xie Guixue seemed to flash in her mind.

Su Muyao did not understand why she thought of Xie Guixue at this moment.

He had already returned to the Demon Realm.

Back when she encountered him in dreams, he was extremely cold towards her, treating her like a stranger.

It would be a lie to say she wasn’t sad.

Later, she couldn’t enter the Demon Realm and didn’t dare to think about anything else.

Even though Xie Guixue was indifferent and heartless to her, she hoped he was doing well in the Demon Realm.

After an unknown period, a piercing cold surged into her bones.

Su Muyao’s consciousness gradually awakened, awakened by the cold.

When she forced her heavy eyelids open, the wind and snow raged into a disaster, feathers of snow mixed with ice pellets lashed against her cheeks, causing her to frown instinctively in pain.

Before her vision fully cleared, a strong smell of blood invaded her nostrils, making her immediately alert.

She brushed away some of the flying snow, fixed her eyes on the scene around her; the surrounding forest was already engulfed in an eerie red mist, reminiscent of congealed blood, rolling slowly in the wind and snow.

When she saw the scene on the ground, she was shocked by the corpses of Beastmen scattered chaotically everywhere.

Not far away, in a clearing, a figure in a black robe adorned with blood patterns was half-kneeling, pressing down on a Bear Beastman’s neck, drinking the warm blood greedily.

Dark red beads of blood dripped from his lips, instantly freezing into eerie blood crystals on the snow.

Su Muyao’s complexion changed dramatically, forgetting even to breathe.

She instinctively wanted to quickly activate her superpowers to do something but suddenly found herself inexplicably weak, unable to summon even a bit of power.

And in the red mist, she couldn’t sense any pure Spiritual Energy.

Where is this place?

Is it really Fusang Continent?

Su Muyao’s mind was chaotic yet clear.

She knew she had to leave here.

But if she moved, what if she alerted this person?

She summoned the system, "System, system..."

No matter how she called, the system remained silent.

At this moment, Su Muyao tried to open space, but she couldn’t.

All her Magic Artifacts and talismans were in that space.

Perhaps her aura had leaked, as that figure suddenly stopped and slowly turned around.

By the dim light of the red mist and snow, Su Muyao clearly saw his eyes, crimson as blood, pupils swirling with a bloodthirsty madness, body encircled by thick Evil Qi.

He looked at Su Muyao as if he had caught a rare prey, his originally murky blood-red eyes suddenly brightened, locking onto her direction.

"What a... pure bloodline scent..."

"How can there be such a fragrant aura."

"It’s too incredible."

He leapt up, raised sharp claws, fingertips gathering dark red demonic power, instantly lunging at Su Muyao.

At that moment, a faint red halo suddenly emerged at Su Muyao’s collarbone.

In the halo, an ancient mark faintly appeared, its pathways flowing like blood vessels, and an invisible aura of suppression radiated outwards. This aura, carrying an absolute dominance from deep within the bloodline, descended like divine retribution, instantly subduing the surrounding wind, snow, and red mist.

The man’s movements halted abruptly, extreme fear replacing the bloodthirsty madness on his face.

He seemed as if a giant invisible hand pressed him into place, his body trembling uncontrollably, then with a "thud," he knelt, knees crashing onto the snow, forehead pressed against the ground, not daring to lift it even an inch.

"This... this is the Blood Emperor’s suppression!" His voice was filled with uncontrollable tremors and fear, "You are... the Blood Emperor’s wife? How is that possible..."

Their cold and heartless Blood Emperor, how could he have a wife, care for a female.

How could he form a contract with a female.

No, a female chosen by the Blood Emperor for a contract, if not a Blood Clan Beastman, shouldn’t have survived.

She definitely couldn’t resist the Blood Emperor’s bloodthirsty nature.

The more one cared, during the contract, it was impossible to restrain the urge to devour her blood.

It was the nature of their Blood Beastmen.

Especially the Blood Emperor, the stronger he was, the purer his bloodline, the more uncontrollable this nature was.

He couldn’t understand but trembled all over.

Upon hearing these words, Su Muyao felt somewhat at ease.

Blood Emperor, is it Shen Ci’an?

It seems that this place should be the Fusang Continent.

In this way, Su Muyao slowly let out a breath.

"I ask you, where is this place, who is this Blood Emperor you mentioned, where is he?"

With no sign of Yue Wuhen and the two treasures around, perhaps they landed elsewhere.

She must find them quickly using other means of power.

Why is her body behaving peculiarly, with no strength at her disposal.

Luckily, perhaps due to forming a contract with Shen Ci’an, she bears his aura, serving as protection.

Yet, she doesn’t know if it can intimidate other Beastmen.

...

Meanwhile, in a certain crimson palace.

On a red throne, a man in crimson robes slowly opened his eyes.

His visage was enchanting to the point of sinister, his long eyes slightly tilted, originally as deep as night, now slowly emanating an enchanting blood-red glow, strange yet alluring.

His slender fingers gently tapped the armrest of the throne, a mysterious curve pulling at the corner of his lips, his low voice echoing in the vast palace: "Finally... you’ve appeared."