When Chu MuYun fully opened the Gate of Life and penetrated through the Demon World and the old world, the two worlds inevitably shook and shook. This was normal. After all, the Gate of Life is enough to break the balance of the world and even if it is used as a passage that exists between the two worlds, it cannot be completely digested by the two worlds.
But soon, no one cared about the weak sense of the earthquake.
Human monks who have been wronged in the devil world have discovered the new continent, but people who are enjoying themselves in the old world are surprised to see this “torn” space.
There are worlds beyond their worlds, which are beyond everyone’s imagination.
But at this moment, they have no choice but to believe it.
The several demon wars that have made the race develop rapidly. Although dozens of these monks gathered together could not defeat a single demon but, in the old world, they could easily occupy a city by themselves.
The huge gap will inevitably produce terrible disasters.
It took Chu MuYun seven days and seven nights to temporarily fix the Gate of Life, making it a passageway lasting two centuries.
The demon race who first entered the old world quickly tasted the sweetness and more and more demons stepped into this new territory, seizing a large amount of rich and undeveloped resource land.
When Chu MuYun finally entered the old world, the scene he entered was even more terrifying than the natural disasters in his memory.
How could this old world, which had lived as a greenhouse for tens of thousands of years, be able to withstand the invasion of the demon world?
Chu MuYun walked towards the Realm of God step by step. He walked very slowly, neither fast nor slow, with a calm expression, but the world behind him was like a huge glass shattered by a heavy hammer, collapsing in despair at a shocking speed.
Ye JianHan walked out of the void and stood on a high place and what he saw was such a scene – a scene full of heart-throbbing extreme beauty, but also full of coldness and cruelty.
Everything came to an abrupt end the moment he raised his head.
Ye JianHan looked at him from a very long distance and, at that moment, the whole world froze. The clamor, screams, collapse and despair have all become empty words. They entered his mind but they can’t stimulate the nerves that have been numb from the shock.
“My God.” The handsome man looked up at him from below, obviously in a completely weak posture but, at that moment, he pinched his heart precisely and took away his initiative to breathe.
The corner of the man’s mouth slowly formed a smile, which was too beautiful, but the words from those thin lips shook the whole world: “If I kill you, will you belong to me?”
The azure blue long sword came through the air and where the sword tip passed, it instantly became a world of ice and snow.
Ye JianHan looked at him without blinking.
“Come.” Chu MuYun said with awe-inspiring fighting spirit, “If I win, you follow me.”
Ye JianHan’s mood swings that had disappeared for thousands of years were instantly awakened by his words. He looked at this handsome and arrogant man and suddenly had a very absurd feeling: “What if you lose?”
Chu MuYun thought for a while and said a little rascally: “You still have to follow me.”
Ye JianHan narrowed his eyes.
Chu MuYun has been watching him from the beginning to the end, with a relaxed and joyful posture, as if seeing a long-lost lover, everything he says and does was intimate and familiar – this is not like a challenge, more like teasing.
How can there be such a feeling? Yes, he is him.
A trace of boredom arose in Ye JianHan’s heart. He lowered his eyes, not wanting to mess with him any more: “I told you before, Ye JianHan is dead, I’m not him.”
Chu MuYun lightly swiped the tip of his sword and a wind blade rolled up. He easily climbed to the sky and looked at Ye JianHan face to face. He looked at him and asked with a smile, “Then who are you?”
Ye JianHan paused.
There was warmth in Chu MuYun’s eyes and his voice was so sweet that it made one’s ear itch: “I’m sorry, I made you wait so long.”
Ye JianHan frowned tightly, and said impatiently: “I don’t need…”
Before he could finish speaking, Chu MuYun approached him and hugged him when he was defenseless.
The long sword fell in a straight line, stirring up bursts of ice in the air and finally pierced straight into the ground.
It stands upright, making the two people embracing directly above it seem to be standing on a slender icicle and it seems that if it shakes slightly, it will be smashed to pieces.
Ye JianHan stared straight ahead but the heat from the opponent’s body was like a flame, which burned the skin and penetrated into the flesh and blood, making his empty and cold heart beat again.
Chu MuYun hugged him hard, heard his heartbeat and also heard his own. Slowly, the two hearts belonging to two people began to move towards the same rhythm, both beating extremely fast and violently, as if they wanted to jump out of their own chest cavity and jump into the other’s chest cavity before giving up. .
Chu MuYun sighed slightly and said softly, “I’m sorry, it’s all my fault.” He apologized for his past self.
Ye JianHan remained silent, only staring straight ahead, at the world that he had guarded for a long time, for him.
Chu MuYun continued: “Don’t worry, I’ve taken care of everything and there won’t be anything hindering us.”
As he said that, Chu MuYun raised his head and looked at him seriously: “I owe you, life after life. Now it’s time for me to pay it back, okay?”
Ye JianHan lowered his head, he didn’t even know what kind of expression he was looking at him with.
But Chu MuYun saw it: he was about to cry.
This powerful man, this man who has thrown away all his memories, this man who has been alone in the empty realm for tens of thousands of years, is about to cry because of these words.
Chu MuYun felt the severe pain of his heart being crushed.
Holding Ye JianHan’s face, Chu MuYun smiled and said, “I’m sorry, I’m really to make you wait.”
Chu MuYun felt the cold liquid on his cheek and then he realized that he and he probably looked the same.
But he still wants to laugh, because this is what should be said with a smile: “I love you, from the beginning to the end, I love you.”
Ye JianHan finally hugged him tightly. Bright fireworks exploded from his soul and it formed an extremely sharp contrast with this collapsing world.
Ye JianHan stripped away the part of his soul that loved Chu MuYun but he was still him.
It was Mo JiuShao, it was Yan Chen, it was Shen ShuiYan, it was Jun Mo, it was Xie QianLan, it was Ling Xuan, and it was Ye JianHan.
As long as it is him, no matter how many times he loses his memory, no matter how many times he is forgotten, no matter how his soul is stripped, he will fall in love with him.
Without hesitation, without reservation.
Because he was born for him.
In Chu MuYun’s first tens of thousands of years of loneliness and coldness, he heard his call, woke up from the chaos and, the moment he opened his eyes, he knew that he was his everything, he was the only reason for his existence.
Chu MuYun and Ye JianHan walked into the realm of gods together.
The place that prevented them from entering together was completely opened up and the white mist inside gradually dissipated and slowly turned into a simple and generous home.
Chu MuYun was startled but Ye JianHan raised his lips: “Do you know where this is?”
Chu MuYun vaguely had the answer in his heart but he still couldn’t believe it.
Ye JianHan turned his head to look at him, and said seriously: “Your heart.”
Chu MuYun suddenly looked up at him.
Ye JianHan smiled sincerely: “It is finally willing to accept me.”
Chu MuYun understood everything in an instant.
It was only himself who trapped him, stubbornly refusing to accept, ruthlessly persisting, drawing the ground into a prison, restraining himself and being obsessed.
Only now did he truly let go of himself and let him go.
Chu MuYun didn’t come back to his senses for a long time.
Ye JianHan pulled him over, kissed his forehead and asked seriously: “Can I have you?”
Chu MuYun’s answer to him was a lingering kiss.
Chu MuYun’s physical strength was exhausted and he kept the Gate of Life open for seven days and seven nights. If he wanted to keep it open, he would have to constantly overdraw his strength.
So Ye JianHan only did it once and Chu MuYun fell into a deep sleep.
Ye JianHan withdrew from his body, carried him to wash and carefully put him on the bed.
The seven wandering souls entered his body one after another and, when he opened his eyes, he remembered everything and was completely complete.
Seven lives of distress, tens of thousands of years of loneliness, and constant searching and waiting in the Demon World…
Ye JianHan couldn’t help but smile when he thought about the endless entanglement in the devil world, he leaned closer to Chu MuYun and whispered in his ear: “You have tried your best to plan and calculate but, in fact, as long as you are you, I will definitely fall in love with you.”
How can it be like this?
When Chu MuYun opened his eyes, he felt quite refreshed, his heart was refreshed, his body was refreshed and his spirit was also refreshed.
He sat up from the bed and, when he raised his eyes, he saw a young man sitting on a wooden chair, dressed in fine clothes, with a gorgeous figure and a little cinnabar mole between his eyebrows.
The young man looked at him silently.
Chu MuYun blinked: “Xiao-Yan?”
Shen ShuiYan stared at him: “I’m not happy.”