Both of them could completely determine that this was the time they wanted to return to. Everything was perfect except for exhaustion and a bit of shock, with no injuries to the Divine Soul.

Piaomiao bit her lower lip, her soul blushing: "Now... should we rebuild the body?"

What she really meant was, now we can finally do what we've wanted, and I'm willing.

On the day of the apocalypse, Zhao Changhe abandoned all ancient explorations, just to accompany her for a day, offering tens of miles of flowers tied with red strings. Piaomiao realized she was no longer just infatuated.

But inseparable.

There was no longer a need to doubt if his heart matched hers; his words had already proven it.

Zhao Changhe said, "As far as I can tell, rebuilding the body was something we did in the Jiuyou Abyss. I don't know why it had to be there. The pitch-black deathly silence was chilling, so much so that even the Life Breath from the blooming lotus platform couldn't cover it."

Piaomiao leaned against him, thinking: "If it's the Jiuyou Abyss, maybe the reason is that it's the border between life and death, or one could also call it the Netherworld... This is like a rebirth for me, so maybe it needs some of that atmosphere."

"Maybe." Zhao Changhe held her, lowered his head for a kiss: "Following the guidance we've seen should be fine. Anyway, there's no rush for now, both of us are exhausted, let's recover first."

Recovery, of course, meant Dual Cultivation, which needed no further words.

Piaomiao obediently closed her eyes in compliance, allowing him to untie her clothes once again, to toy with her soul body.

The touch of the soul often provides a stronger sensation than the physical body, and it didn't take long before she was lost in ecstasy.

Piaomiao was hazily floating as if in the clouds, never having thought she would one day willingly let a man toy with her like this... without shyness, without feigned resistance, her heart was joyful at his obsession, even wanting to create a body for him. Not for her own completion, but to satisfy him.

The emotions of the mortal world are indeed strange.

...

While Zhao Changhe and Piaomiao were battling in the Heavenly Demon Illusion Realm, Ying Wu was aggressively invading the Western Regions.

As he said, if he wanted, he could change from a horse bandit to a lord anytime. Since Zhao Changhe desired it, he made it happen.

A few days later, the chaotic Western Regions received a group of special guests who looked at the distant battles and scratched their heads.

They had come specifically to seek Ying Wu's help, but didn't expect he'd be fighting, and in a low-level mortal conflict, no less, enthusiastically at it.

"Is the leader over there Ying Wu?"

"Seems like it..."

"An Imperial Realm master bullying a normal battlefield, does your Bandit Brothers have no shame?"

"What do you mean by 'yours'? If you have the guts, give back the money we earned in private trade with Brother Wu over the years! I've eaten sand for so many years at the Yellow Sand Market, who do you think I've been earning money for?"

"...Weren't you in the Yellow Sand Market waiting to seduce my husband?"

"How is he yours? You weren't even together back then, he was subordinate to my Room Fire Pig. Does the grand Vermilion Bird Venerable not have their own subordinates, wanting to steal mine?"

"Bang bang clap..." Over there, the mortal fight was still ongoing, and over here, the Divine War had already broken out.

"Stop fighting!" Someone stomped: "Ying Wu's inexplicable participation in the Western Regions struggle makes the situation unclear; it might be bad for us in the Great Han. How do you have the leisure to bicker here?" 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

The two fighting turned their heads while wrestling to glare: "That's the Emperor's concern, what does it have to do with us?"

Yue Hongling was holding a sword at a distance, watching speechlessly.

That's why she used to prefer traveling alone; look at this completely leaderless team, full of potential trouble... even with the Emperor present, he's just stamping his foot, unable to control anyone.

To say this might be the smallest Imperial tour in history is more like a disguised investigation... but all along the way, Xia Chichi was quite happy, itching for a fight after being stuck in the Imperial Palace for too long.

Still, fighting now is not ideal... the situation is unclear, so we should be hiding and observing, but once the fight starts, nothing can be hidden. Look, over there, Ying Wu had already ditched his battlefield, flying over.

Yue Hongling and Xia Chichi simultaneously readied their swords for battle.

Ying Wu sensed the tense defense from afar, raising his hands in pause: "We're on the same side."

Xia Chichi looked at him suspiciously.

"If I say my assault on the Western Regions is a gift for Your Majesty, would you believe it?" Ying Wu couldn't be bothered to say more and waved his hand: "Hey, San Niang, stop fighting, want to go drink?"

San Niang abandoned Huangfu Qing, darting over: "What good wine?"

"The other day I wiped out a small country, the king had a hoard of wine, care to drink?"

"Lead the way."

Xia Chichi was fuming: "Master, we're here to look for the White Tiger, not to sightsee!"

Ying Wu found it amusing: "You didn't head straight to Kunlun but came here first, isn't it to ask me for help finding the place? Why so defensive. To be honest, Zhao Changhe just left from here a few days ago, and I helped him find his destination."

The four women spoke in unison: "Where is he?"

Seeing the four women instantly unite, Ying Wu sighed slightly, waving his hand: "I already know why you're here, and Zhao Changhe has told me all about it. I've had people look into it for you these past few days, and we've made some findings, come with me."

With a wave of his hand, the space twisted, and everyone was transported to his grand hall, the same place Zhao Changhe had visited earlier.