A Toast to the Previous Life, A Toast to the Joyful Reunion

No one truly wanted to touch this sea. Once you did, it was even more potent than an aphrodisiac, with no cure. You could only rely on yourself to hold fast to your spiritual platform and force it down—and ordinary people could not suppress it at all.

Meng Qingying knew herself well enough. Late at night, when no one was around, she missed a certain Peach Blossom Spirit, and sometimes took care of herself. She knew she could never withstand this sea, so it was best not to touch it.

Fortunately, the sea was a whole. Scooping out the seawater alone had no effect whatsoever. Otherwise, the demonic path would surely flock here like ducks, everyone rushing over to ladle up seawater. This quiet pink sea might even have turned into a bustling seaside bathing ground.

At Meng Qingying's command, subordinates from the Myriad Phenomena Asura Sect flew up. They hovered awkwardly in the air, not daring to approach, and tried to cast ropes out to hook it.

The moment the ropes flew over, the Lotus Throne wrapped itself in leaves and ran with a whoosh—fast as lightning.

The disciples of the Myriad Images of the Universe Door: "?"

Meng Qingying tapped her forehead.

Right. She knew there were people inside. Meng Qingying privately cursed herself for being careless this time. She did not even know who was inside, yet she had dared to make a move so casually. That Lotus Throne's grade was simply too tempting; after all, she was still of the demonic path.

Still, from the looks of it, the other party should not be some powerhouse. Otherwise, they would have fought rather than fled. Maybe they were not wearing clothes, but that was no big deal. They could just conjure up an outfit and come out.