Returning to Vermilion Bird Planet, Li Muwan Cares for Luo Chuan

Three months passed in the blink of an eye. The once spiritually rich and vibrant Blood God Star had long since been reduced to a hellish place where gods were buried and immortals were slaughtered.

The sky was firmly shrouded in a persistent crimson haze, the sunlight was completely cut off, and only a dark, blood-red color remained between heaven and earth.

The earth cracked open, revealing deep ravines, and thick, black blood gushed from every crevice, emitting a nauseating, putrid stench.

The once majestic mountains collapsed, and the broken peaks piled up together, turning into an endless mountain of corpses.

The remains of cultivators, mortals, demons, and birds were layered upon each other, indistinguishable from one another. Rotten flesh and dried blood clots congealed into hard, iron-like dead earth, which made only a dull and sticky sound when stepped on.

The city is long gone, leaving only ruins submerged in a sea of blood.

The river churned with foam, carrying shattered magical artifacts, broken bones, and charred garments. It flowed slowly along the terrain, merging into the blood spring deep within the earth, staining the very foundation of the planet a ghastly red.

The air was thick with the stench of blood and death, and countless wronged souls were forcibly imprisoned between heaven and earth, unable to reincarnate or dissipate, only able to let out extremely mournful howls and sobs.

It was like thousands of vengeful ghosts wailing at the same time, piercing one's soul and causing one's heart to break.

The extracted souls of the Yao Family were all suppressed within dim oil lamps, the flickering flames sizzling as they burned their souls.

Endless screams of agony were sealed within the lamp wick, becoming the most despairing background sound on this dead star.

There was no life or sound left in the world, only the wind howling past, carrying blood mist, stirring up bone fragments and blood dust that swirled and scattered across the desolate continent, endlessly repeating itself.

Even the Blood God Child is currently sealed within an oil lamp, enduring daily agony from being pierced by countless arrows and having his skin peeled and tendons pulled out.

On the highest, solitary peak of the planet, Luo Chuan knelt down alone.

Her long, silvery-white hair fell over her shoulders, stained with blood and dust. Her once fierce and demonic body now exuded a deep-seated weariness and deathly stillness.

His hands rested on the cold, blood-soaked earth, his back slightly hunched. Gone was the arrogance and ruthlessness he displayed when he slaughtered stars and exterminated races; only endless sorrow remained.

Luo Chuan slowly raised his head. In his eyes, which had long since turned bloodshot, there were no tears, only two lines of scalding blood tears, which slowly slid down.

Tears of blood streamed down his cold cheeks, dripping onto the blood-soaked ground beneath his feet, where they instantly evaporated, turning into a wisp of blood mist.

Looking down at the endless mountains of corpses Blood Sea, looking at the star he had utterly destroyed, looking at the quiet remains of Yao Xixue and Yao Xinghai, whom he had carefully protected.

At this moment, Luo Chuan felt neither the joy of avenging his great enemy nor the pride of sweeping away powerful foe; all that remained was a heart-wrenching emptiness and desolation.

The revenge has been taken.

The hatred has subsided.

The enemy was destroyed, his entire clan was slaughtered, and all those who had harmed him paid a price far worse than death.

But his Xue'er will never again laugh and rush into his arms.

The woman who would gently call him "husband" and who would risk her life to protect him by exploding her jade slip in times of crisis has left us forever.

The father who had a sudden realization at the last moment and traded his life for the other's was gone forever, leaving not even a trace of his soul behind.

Luo Chuan trembled slightly, his lips moved but no sound came out, only tears of blood rolled down his cheeks.

The wind howled, and blood mist swirled.

Pfft!

Overwhelmed with grief, Luo Chuan could no longer hold back. He suddenly spat out a mouthful of scarlet blood and fell vertically off the cliff.

Before he knew it, three years had passed in the blink of an eye. Luo Chuan's body was no longer on Blood God Star. The former star field could no longer withstand that energy and instantly shattered.

"Our ancestor has been in a coma for three years... Is there really no way to wake him up?"

"If this continues, I'm afraid the ancestor will have a hard time waking up. Wouldn't that mean...?"

Liu Wenju, the Progenitor the Hengyue Sect, strode over. Now, his hair and beard were already gray, and his lifespan was nearing its end. If he could not break through to Spirit Severing Nirvana Realm in this lifetime, there would be no future for him.

When Luo Chuan fell into a coma, Immortal Lord Qingshui took him to Vermilion Bird Planet, since the current powerhouses of the Luotian Star Domain already regarded him as Modaozi.

It was impossible to let Luo Chuan stay in the Luotian Star Domain, otherwise it would likely cause unnecessary trouble.

Lei Ji and the others shook their heads. Since returning, Ancestor Luo Chuan had shown no signs of waking up, and no one here knew how to awaken him.

"Seniors, you may all leave. I will take care of Luo Chuan."

Just then, Li Muwan, the Vermilion Bird Child, walked in. Although it had been hundreds of years since we last met, she was still as beautiful and vibrant as ever.

Her cultivation had reached the early stage of the Yangshi Realm realm. Once she broke through to the Spirit Severing Realm, she could give up her position as Vermilion Bird Child to someone else, so that she could also travel the entire cultivation star field with her Luo Chuan.

"Okay... everyone get out."

Elder Liu Wenju sighed softly, said nothing more, and turned to leave the room with the others.

The door closed softly, leaving only Li Muwan and Luo Chuan had been in a coma for three years, inside.

Li Muwan gently bit her lower lip, walked slowly to the bedside, and lightly raised her hand to brush away the dust that clung to Luo Chuan's brows, her movements so gentle that she was afraid of disturbing the sleeping man.

Luo Chuan lay on the bed, his face as pale as paper, his long silver hair spread out on the pillow. Gone was his former domineering sharpness; only a deathly stillness remained.

For three years, his primordial spirit slumbered. Although his physical body was protected from decay by the Ancient God Power the Nine-Colored Ultimate Realm and the ancient god, his eyes, which had once reflected the stars, remained tightly closed and never opened even a fraction.

Li Muwan knelt down beside the couch, took out a small alchemy furnace from her storage bag, and gently activated the fire in the furnace with a wisp of the Yangshi Realm spiritual power condensed at her fingertips.

Inside the alchemy furnace, several rare and precious medicinal herbs slowly melted, turning into drops of clear and warm medicinal liquid, emitting a refreshing fragrance that dispelled the oppressive atmosphere caused by the long silence in the room.

She was the most outstanding alchemist on Vermilion Bird Planet, and also the most gentle person. For three years, she refined pills to nourish Luo Chuan's primordial spirit every day, using spiritual power to infuse them into his body, carefully nourishing his damaged Dao heart and soul.

Li Muwan rarely spoke; she simply stood quietly, as if guarding a broken piece of the past, a lamp that was about to go out.

"Luo Chuan, it's been three years."

Li Muwan spoke softly, her voice as gentle as a stream, carrying a tenderness that had remained unchanged for hundreds of years, "The matters concerning the Luotian Star Domain have been told to me by Immortal Lord Qingshui and Elder Liu Wenju."