The Heavenly River is vast, Weak Water for thousands of miles.
On this day, Marshal Tian Peng of the Heavenly River was patrolling the banks of the Weak Water River when suddenly a beautiful figure rose from the water, transforming into a woman in blue amidst the flowing water.
The woman had a beautiful face and eyes as clear as water; she was the spirit of the Weak Water.
She walked barefoot on the Weak Water, and with each step she took, a splash of water rose from her feet.
"Marshal, what brings you here today?" Weak Water's voice was gentle, rippling like water.
Tian Peng laughed and said, "I spend all day guarding this Heavenly River. If I don't come here, where else can I go?"
The two have known each other for tens of thousands of years.
Since Tian Peng was appointed Marshal of the Heavenly River by the Heavenly River Haotian Shangdi, commanding 80,000 Heavenly River Navy, he has formed an indissoluble bond with the spirit of the Weak Water.
Weak Water approached with a playful smile, reaching out to stroke Tian Peng's cheek. "Marshal, you've lost some weight again. Is it because you're so busy with Heavenly Court affairs?"
Tian Peng held her hand. "With you thinking of me, all my busyness is worthwhile."
The two looked at each other and smiled.
Their relationship on the banks of the Heavenly River is far more than just a simple one.
Gazing at Weak Water's graceful figure, Tian Peng's heart was filled with tenderness.
The two then flew freely in the sky.
"Pity..."
Suddenly, a bead of sweat appeared on Tian Peng's forehead, and he unconsciously raised his hand to wipe it away.
Sweat dripped down, landing precisely on a dragon-carved jade pillar outside the Lingxiao Treasure Hall.
The Three-Headed Flood Dragon that coiled on it were the ones that had wreaked havoc in the Primordial Wilderness, and were subdued by Haotian and wrapped around the pillar.
Sweat seeped into the dragon's body, containing the lustful desires of Tian Peng.
The next moment, the Three-Headed Flood Dragon's eyes snapped open!
Those eyes were filled with resentment and longing that had been suppressed for millennia.
It sensed the taste of desire, something it had been deprived of for millennia!
"Roar--"
With a deep roar, the Three-Headed Flood Dragon broke free from its restraints, its three heads simultaneously opening their blood-red maws and biting down on the Dragon Pearl hanging in the center of the Lingxiao Treasure Hall!
The Dragon Pearl was a treasure left behind by the Dragon Clan, which Haotian obtained by chance.
At this moment, it was swallowed by the Three-Headed Flood Dragon and immediately burst forth with dazzling light!
"Oh no!" The Heavenly Soldiers and Generals guarding outside the palace were shocked.
But it was too late.
The Three-Headed Flood Dragon swallowed the Dragon Pearl, its power surged, and it transformed into a streak of black light, breaking through the Heavenly Court's barrier and heading straight to the mortal realm!
Almost at the same time, in the fourth heaven of the Desire Realm, Yao Ji, who was meditating, suddenly opened her eyes.
She is the younger sister of the Haotian Shangdi, who governs the Desire Realm and is most sensitive to the atmosphere of passion and desire.
Just a moment ago, she felt an overwhelming surge of lust, mixed with the malevolent energy of the dragon race, erupting from the direction of the Lingxiao Treasure Hall!
Yao Ji transformed into a streak of seven-colored light and instantly appeared outside the Lingxiao Treasure Hall.
Seeing the empty Three-Headed Flood Dragon Pillar and the missing Dragon Pearl, her expression changed drastically.
" Three-Headed Flood Dragon! How dare you!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Yao Ji followed the scent and descended to the mortal realm.
Two streaks of light, one after the other, pierced the sky.
The Three-Headed Flood Dragon fled swiftly, and Yao Ji pursued it relentlessly, having already chased it from the Thirty-three Heavens to the Primordial Wilderness in the blink of an eye.
In the middle of a desolate mountain, the Three-Headed Flood Dragon finally stopped.
It transformed into human form, a sinister-looking man in black, with three faint dragon patterns on his forehead.
Yao Ji followed closely behind, her Slaying Emotion Sword aimed directly at the Three-Headed Flood Dragon: " Three-Headed Flood Dragon, you acted out of lust and stole the Dragon Pearl, your crime is doubled! Come back with me to be punished!"
The Three-Headed Flood Dragon sneered, " Fairy Yao Ji, now that I've awakened, why should I go back? I've been imprisoned on that pillar as a mascot for ten thousand years! I've had enough!"
His eyes were filled with resentment. "Ten thousand years, do you know what that feels like?!"
Yao Ji said coldly, "That's your own fault! Back then, you wreaked havoc on the Primordial Wilderness and devoured living beings. If it weren't for the Heavenly Emperor's mercy, you would have been annihilated long ago!"
" The Heavenly Emperor?" A hint of fear flashed in the Three-Headed Flood Dragon's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by madness. "Don't try to intimidate me with the Heavenly Emperor! Now that I've swallowed the Dragon Pearl, my power has greatly increased. You, a mere mid-stage Mystic Immortal, are no match for me!"
Yao Ji said no more, and her mid-stage Mystic Immortal cultivation erupted in full force, with seven-colored rays of light soaring into the sky.
The Slaying Emotion Sword, transformed into countless sword beams and flew towards the Three-Headed Flood Dragon.
The Three-Headed Flood Dragon let out a wild laugh, its Black Qi surging around it, actually shattering the sword light.
He revealed his true form, transforming into Three-Headed Flood Dragon, and struck Yao Ji with one claw.
Yao Ji's swordsmanship was exquisite, her Rainbow Feather Robe shimmering with light as she weaved through the shadows of the dragon's claws.
The two fought their way from the barren mountains to the dense forest, and then from the dense forest to the riverbank. Wherever they went, mountains collapsed, the earth cracked, and rivers flowed backward.
After several dozen rounds, Yao Ji gradually felt exhausted.
After swallowing the Dragon Pearl, the Three-Headed Flood Dragon's cultivation had reached the late stage of the Profound Mystic Immortal realm, a realm higher than hers.
" Fairy Yao Ji, you are no match for me!"
The Three-Headed Flood Dragon grinned maliciously, and with one claw, it broke through Yao Ji's defenses and plunged straight into her chest!
Yao Ji's pupils contracted sharply; it was too late to dodge.
With a soft "whoosh," the dragon's claw pierced through the protective barrier of the Rainbow Feather Robe and seized her heart!
"You..." Yao Ji's face turned deathly pale.
Without hesitation, the Three-Headed Flood Dragon squeezed hard— Yao Ji's heart shattered into pieces in his palm!
Excruciating pain spread throughout her body, Yao Ji felt her life force rapidly draining away.
But a resolute glint flashed in her eyes, and with the last of her magical power, she activated the Slaying Emotion Sword to self-destruct!
A burst of seven-colored light erupted, Slaying Emotion Sword shattered into countless fragments, each containing all of Yao Ji's magical power and life essence, which pierced fiercely into the body of the Three-Headed Flood Dragon!
"Ah--" The Three-Headed Flood Dragon screamed in agony as its scales shattered and blood gushed out.
He never expected Yao Ji to be so fierce, choosing to perish together with him!
Severely injured, the Three-Headed Flood Dragon dared not linger, transforming into a black light and fleeing in panic, disappearing into the horizon in the blink of an eye.
In the desolate mountains, only Yao Ji's body remained lying on the ground.
A large hole was torn in her chest, and blood stained her colorful dress red; her life was rapidly fading away.
After an unknown amount of time, a young man appeared in the mountains and forests.
He carried a bow and arrows on his back and held a wood-chopping knife in his hand; he was a young human hunter who had gone into the mountains.
The young man's name was Liu Yanchang. He was twenty years old and an ordinary Body Tempering Realm cultivator.
He went into the mountains today hoping to hunt some wild game to supplement his family's income, but he unexpectedly witnessed a scene that horrified him.
"Miss?" Liu Yanchang cautiously stepped forward, and when he saw the bloody hole in Yao Ji's chest, he turned pale with fright.
He checked Yao Ji's breathing and found that she still had a faint breath, but her heart was gone.
"Oh no, without a heart, he's definitely not going to survive..." Liu Yanchang was frantic.
Although his cultivation level was low, he Dao Heart meant to a cultivator.
"Could it be an attack by a powerful monster?"
Just then, a beam of white light descended from the sky, transforming into an old man with white hair and a white beard.
The old man had an air of otherworldly wisdom, holding a whisk in his hand, with a kind and benevolent face.
Upon seeing him, Liu Yanchang immediately knelt down and bowed, saying, "Greetings, Immortal!"
The old man smiled slightly, "Get up. I am a wandering cultivator from the Primordial Wilderness, traveling here by chance. Young friend, do you wish to save this young lady?"
Liu Yanchang nodded repeatedly. "Exactly! To help those in need is a principle I learned in school. As a man, how can I stand by and watch someone die?"
Although he was afraid, his eyes were resolute.
Under Lin Tian's tutelage over the years, the principles of benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, and trustworthiness have taken deep root in the hearts of the human race. Although Liu Yanchang is an ordinary hunter, he also understands these principles.
A hint of approval flashed in the old man's eyes. "But this girl's heart is broken; ordinary methods won't save her. To save her, we need to exchange hearts."
"To exchange hearts?" Liu Yanchang was taken aback.
"It means giving her half of your heart," the old man said slowly. "From now on, her life is your life, her death is your death; your lives will be intertwined, you will live and die together. Are you willing?"
Liu Yanchang's expression was complicated.
Half a heart... This means he will be bound by fate to this stranger, sharing both glory and shame, life and death.
He glanced at Yao Ji, who lay dying on the ground. Her exquisite face was devoid of color, yet her ethereal beauty remained undeniable.
For some reason, Liu Yanchang felt a surge of impulse.
"I do!" he said firmly.
The old man nodded and waved his whisk.
Liu Yanchang felt a sharp pain in his chest, his vision went black, and he fainted.
The old man removed half of his heart and carefully placed it into the bloody hole in Yao Ji's chest, then used magic to heal the wound.
After doing all this, he glanced at Yao Ji, then at the unconscious Liu Yanchang, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.
"Let's see how you Creation in this round."
Having said that, the old man transformed into a beam of white light and flew westward, disappearing in the blink of an eye.