Going to the Demon Realm

"Son—" Qing Yanjing jolted awake from her sleep, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face.

She had lost count of how many times she had awakened from such nightmares.

A violent sense of palpitations followed, bringing with it an oppressive feeling that nearly made it impossible for her to breathe.

Such a condition should never have appeared in a Heavenly Sovereign, yet she was truly "ill" now.

Cultivators were not prone to illness to begin with, and Heavenly Sovereigns who had achieved unity with heaven and man were even less so.

But once they did fall ill, it was often extremely dangerous.

Qing Yanjing attributed everything to her pregnancy.

To keep others from noticing, she had deliberately suppressed her condition all along.

Cultivators had far greater control over their bodies than ordinary people, let alone Heavenly Sovereigns who had achieved unity with heaven and man.

Suppressing morning sickness was naturally effortless for her.

Yet this new life had already taken shape in her womb, and these were normal reactions belonging to ordinary people.

Forcibly suppressing them would ultimately do her body no good, so it was hardly strange for discomfort to arise.

Besides, as the saying went, knots of the heart were hard to unravel.

She had accepted the child between herself and Futu Yun, but what was to become of Mu Chen?

This was a dim world, where even the sun and moon seemed gloomy. Gray light spread out, shrouding the boundless heavens and earth.

Within this space permeated by corpse aura, a pitch-black giant shadow sat upon a skeletal throne tens of thousands of feet high.

A bone-chilling coldness flashed through its gray-white eyes.

The Corpse Demon Clan was one of the thirty-two great clans of the Extraterrestrial Evil Clan, and that pitch-black giant shadow was its clan leader.