She Dominates the Immortal Realm with Her HP Bar-Chapter 96

◎ The monsters on the ground were exhausted to the point of foaming at the mouth. ◎

Yan Luoyue not only spoke in an incomprehensible manner, but she also didn’t act like a normal person.

After reassuring the elder of the Luoshu Sect that she would be perfectly safe, Yan Luoyue quickly devised a battle plan.

“Actually, it’s quite simple to solve,” Yan Luoyue said. “Here’s what we’ll do: I’ll go into the forbidden area first and trick all the monsters into using up their skills. Then, Manshuang can go in and slaughter them all.”

Before the envoy from the Guiyuan Sect arrived, the issue of the forbidden area had already troubled the people of Yunning Great Marsh for over a month.

But according to Yan Luoyue’s estimation, if they followed her plan, it would take no more than three days to clear out all the monsters within the first layer of the seal!

To put it simply, the plan was extremely straightforward, easy to understand, and simple to execute—so simple that even a three-year-old could grasp it.

Yet after hearing Yan Luoyue’s explanation, the middle-aged woman immediately wore an expression of utter disbelief.

“No, Envoy, I cannot agree to this. This… this is far too much to ask of you!”

Judging by the woman’s incredulous expression, Yan Luoyue had good reason to suspect that what she really wanted to say was, “This is far too much to ask of me!”

Not that the elder could be blamed for doubting Yan Luoyue’s capabilities.

After all, Yan Luoyue’s short statement was packed with so many absurdities that it was like an internet troll teaching you how to single-handedly defeat a Siberian tiger—

Step one: Jump onto the tiger’s back and pin its head down.

Step two: Chop off its head with one strike.

Got it?

—Any sane person with a shred of common sense would realize they’d be sent flying by the tiger before even attempting step one.

Just like the elder’s current skepticism:

She was terrified that the envoy wouldn’t last even the time it took for an incense stick to burn before being carried back to the Guiyuan Sect in pieces—as “Envoy Paste,” “Envoy Crumbs,” or “Envoy Mincemeat.”

But the envoy herself seemed completely oblivious to such concerns.

Yan Luoyue waved her hand dismissively and said with utter nonchalance, “Don’t worry, it’s no trouble at all!”

Here’s the thing: A single Rotund Demon could spend years—even decades—accumulating power to unleash one attack capable of slashing off a million health points.

Meanwhile, Yan Luoyue, currently ten years old and about to turn eleven, had a total health pool of ten billion.

In other words, she could withstand over 9,500 attacks of the same magnitude as the Rotund Demon’s—and that wasn’t even factoring in her health regeneration.

Even if the forbidden area of Yunning Great Marsh was teeming with hidden dangers, it was highly unlikely to house over 9,000 giant Rotund Demons, each the size of a five- or six-story building.

And if it did? Well, Yan Luoyue had legs—she wasn’t stupid. She’d run long before her health bar hit zero.

After carefully reviewing the plan, Yan Luoyue concluded that her logic was flawless and there were no issues whatsoever.

Together with Wu Manshuang, she forcefully persuaded the middle-aged woman.

Under the elder’s pained gaze—which practically screamed, Watching the envoy march to her death is pure sin!—Yan Luoyue remained unshaken, not even batting an eyelid.

In fact, she even turned back to give them a reassuring smile before stepping into the rift.

To keep them updated, Yan Luoyue promised to keep her communication stone active the entire time.

As the slender figure of the young girl vanished into the seal, the elder’s worry finally became too much to conceal.

She turned the volume of the communication stone to maximum.

Instantly, a cacophony of sounds erupted from the stone—monstrous screeches, enraged roars before attacks, the squelching noise of Rotund Demons rolling across the ground…

The chaotic symphony surpassed any orchestral performance in the world and could easily serve as the background score for a horror movie.

In fact, the audio alone—without any visuals or plot—would be enough to get the film banned by censorship boards.

Though the elder had no idea what a “horror movie” or “censorship board” was, the moment she heard this “grand ensemble,” she nearly fainted on the spot.

“Envoy? Envoy, are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” Yan Luoyue replied.

Her voice was light and carefree, the kind that should have been reassuring.

But before the elder could even discern the tone, a shrill shriek from a Shrieking Owl Demon drowned out Yan Luoyue’s words entirely.

The elder’s brows furrowed tightly, her heart pounding like fifteen buckets being hauled up a well—seven going up, eight coming down.

By chance, her gaze flickered to the other envoy who had arrived with Yan Luoyue.

Unlike her, this envoy—clad in a black cloak, with delicate features and a calm demeanor—showed no trace of anxiety as he focused on the communication stone in his hand.

Compared to Yan Luoyue, who was lively, talkative, and handled most social interactions, Envoy Wu’s presence was far more subdued.

Yet once someone noticed him, it was like being drawn into a vortex—their eyes lingered, reluctant to look away.

The elder took a deep breath and ventured, “Envoy Wu, aren’t you worried about Envoy Yan?”

Wu Manshuang nodded politely, his tone courteous. “Not at all.”

A thought suddenly struck the elder. “Envoy Wu and Envoy Yan… do you hail from the same sect?”

If so, perhaps Envoy Wu’s judgment of Envoy Yan’s abilities was more reliable?

Wu Manshuang gave a slight nod.

Seeing the woman’s restless expression and moved by her genuine concern for Yan Luoyue, he offered a few more words.

“Elder, there’s no need for concern. With Luoyue’s skills, this task is well within her capabilities.”

Even after glimpsing the sea of monsters through the rift, Wu Manshuang’s tone remained as composed as if he were saying, With Luoyue’s appetite, she can definitely finish this pie.

And he truly had no reason to worry.

After all, no one in the world understood Yan Luoyue’s strength better than Wu Manshuang.

Over the past two years, Yan Luoyue—out of sheer boredom—had developed a new pastime.

This pastime was called, Casually Poking Ji Qinghong for Fun.

Though Ji Qinghong believed this game was a testament to Yan Luoyue’s inherent mischievousness, Yan Luoyue, Wu Manshuang, and Jiang Tingbai all unanimously agreed that she must have been corrupted by their master.

Ji Qinghong: “…”

In any case, the game usually ended with Yan Luoyue getting thoroughly thrashed by Ji Qinghong.

But unless Ji Qinghong used spiritual attacks, Yan Luoyue would always bounce back within three seconds, dusting herself off as if nothing had happened.

The master and disciple had even conducted an experiment.

One day, with nothing better to do, they ventured to a remote mountain outside the city.

There, under the condition that Ji Qinghong wouldn’t use spiritual attacks, he struck Yan Luoyue with his full strength—

The blow flattened the entire mountain.

Countless boulders were shattered into fist-sized fragments, hurled into the sky by the shockwave before raining down like a meteor shower.

Yan Luoyue stood at the center of the stone downpour, her gaze drifting upward, her expression thoughtful.

“Hmm… I don’t really feel anything.”

Noticing Ji Qinghong’s expression, Yan Luoyue quickly corrected herself, trying to spare her master’s pride.

She clutched her chest dramatically and said, "I misspoke earlier. Actually, it felt like someone viciously chopped off my hair—I experienced unbearable agony!"

Ji Qinghong: "..."

This correction was worse than no correction at all.

This analogy was worse than no analogy at all.

After all, forget about hair being severed at the waist—even if you ground every strand into dust, hair follicles don’t have pain receptors!

Yan Luoyue tentatively offered comfort: "How about... you try again? Or maybe twice?"

Ji Qinghong: "..."

At this moment, Ji Qinghong’s emotions subtly aligned with those around him, finally understanding how others usually felt in his presence.

But Ji Qinghong was, after all, Ji Qinghong.

In less than three seconds, he grasped the profound truth: "Rather than letting this little troublemaker stay here and torment me, why not unleash her to wreak havoc on others?"

Thus, with a kindly smile, Ji Qinghong asked Yan Luoyue, "Have you signed up for this year’s inter-sect competition?"

—The outcome, as everyone knows...

Well, let’s just say a few sword peak disciples ended up in tears because of Yan Luoyue.

Drops of memory flowed like a gentle stream, trickling through Wu Manshuang’s heart.

A faint smile unconsciously touched the young man’s lips as he stood up and began walking along the edge of the seal, inspecting it step by step.

"Luoyue will be fine," Wu Manshuang said calmly and softly. "As for now, I should focus on my own responsibilities."

Outside the seal, Wu Manshuang reminisced about the time Yan Luoyue had reduced sword peak disciples to tears.

Meanwhile, inside the seal, Yan Luoyue was busy doing the same to the demonic creatures.

The scent of spiritual energy was entirely different from demonic energy.

Without magical artifacts to mask it, one’s presence in the opposing realm stood out like a glaring beacon in the dark.

So the moment Yan Luoyue stepped into the forbidden zone, it was as conspicuous as a bowl of glistening braised pork belly strutting into a temple.

The demons had been occupied with their own affairs—some napping, some daydreaming, some fiercely attacking the seal, and others slaughtering each other.

But the instant Yan Luoyue appeared, they all turned their attention toward her, marking her as their primary target.

Faced with a barrage of bizarre attacks, Yan Luoyue’s reaction was—

No reaction at all.

Even if ten spherical demons lined up and launched a coordinated assault, Yan Luoyue might at most blink, offering a symbolic tribute to the blinding light.

As for the current ragtag mob surrounding her...

Never mind that they numbered in the thousands.

Even if there were tens or hundreds of thousands, Yan Luoyue wouldn’t flinch.

Besides, this wasn’t an online game where party members couldn’t accidentally hit allies.

In reality, most of the demons’ attacks never reached Yan Luoyue—instead, they exploded harmlessly among their own kind.

Though Yan Luoyue was immediately swarmed upon entering the seal, only the innermost layer of demons could actually touch her.

The rest? Their attacks mostly amounted to friendly fire.

Standing with her arms crossed, Yan Luoyue endured the feeble scratches while listening to the demons’ chaotic howls as they tore into each other. The sheer satisfaction was indescribable.

Normally, Yan Luoyue wore a magical armor that reflected damage—eliminating foes without her needing to lift a finger.

But this time, considering the presence of giant spherical demons in the forbidden zone—creatures capable of absorbing attacks and retaliating with blinding light—she deliberately removed the armor.

Letting the demons claw at her to their hearts’ content, Yan Luoyue glanced up at her health bar... Well, to be precise, there was no change at all.

After all, Yan Luoyue didn’t just lose HP—she also regenerated it automatically.

Currently, her recovery rate was about 0.1% per minute, roughly ten million HP restored every sixty seconds.

Over the years, everyone—from Wu Manshuang and Jiang Tingbai to her fellow disciples and close friends—had wondered the same thing:

"Doesn’t it hurt when you’re attacked?"

Yan Luoyue answered honestly: "Not at all."

Some believed her, some didn’t, and others walked away with skeptical expressions.

She understood their confusion—even she found her constitution baffling.

Through years of experience, Yan Luoyue had summarized a few key observations:

First, her condition depended on her current HP relative to an average cultivator’s baseline.

For example, a normal Golden Core cultivator had around 100,000 HP.

So as long as Yan Luoyue’s health remained above that threshold, no attack—no matter how devastating—would cause her any discomfort.

Someone once pressed, "Then what does it feel like when you’re hit?"

Yan Luoyue replied, "Kind of like someone scratching my shell when I’m in turtle form."

—And in reality, a turtle’s outermost shell has no nerve endings whatsoever.

Second, regardless of total HP, as long as she was at full health, Yan Luoyue’s appearance remained perfectly normal.

This was most evident when she was first born.

Back then, she had only a single drop of HP, but at full vitality, she looked deceptively healthy.

Yet the moment something slightly disturbed her, reducing her HP by even 0.01...

Yan Gan’s panicked shrieks of "She’s turned deathly pale!" as he bolted out the door had become a familiar scene.

In short, while the Luoshu Sect elder fretted over the communication stone, checking in every so often to ensure Yan Luoyue was alive and unharmed...

In truth, she emerged completely unscathed.

The wails and howls in the background? Just the demons beating each other senseless.

"Envoy, are you all right?"

"I’m fine," Yan Luoyue replied steadily. "But the one in front of me... doesn’t seem to be doing so well."

"Ah?" The middle-aged woman paused, puzzled.

Then came Yan Luoyue’s slightly exasperated voice: "It attacked me so hard it exhausted itself..."

Luoshu Sect elder: "???"

What kind of inhuman statement was that?

Through the communication stone, Yan Luoyue’s voice continued, accompanied by a rustling sound—was she shaking the demon by its scruff?

"—Hey, you okay? Can you stand? Wow, seriously? It’s foaming at the mouth!"

Soon after, another exclamation followed:

"Let me be honest—you’re already ugly enough, but your stamina is even worse!"

Luoshu Sect elder: "..."

Expressionless, she set the communication stone aside.

As if the stimulation wasn't enough, another communication stone in the storage bag chose this moment to chime in, adding to the chaos.

The moment the Luoshu Sect elder answered, the weakened yet urgent voice of the sect leader spilled out, accompanied by a fit of coughing.

"Elder, I heard you’ve taken the two envoys to the seal? Quickly, persuade them to turn back!"

Between coughs, the sect leader pleaded, "I saw it with my own eyes—the seal contains tens of thousands of demons. This is no ordinary threat for cultivators to handle."

"I know the envoys from Guiyuan Sect must be extraordinary, but with just two of them, this is far too reckless."

"Elder, bring them back at once. We’ll assemble a team from Yunning Great Marsh to accompany the envoys into the forbidden grounds. That’s the safer, more prudent approach."

"……"

After hearing this, the middle-aged woman said nothing.

Silently, she picked up the first communication stone and held it next to the second.

The frenzied sounds of battle and slaughter from the demons transmitted through, nearly giving the heavily injured sect leader a heart attack.

"Wait—you’re already inside the forbidden grounds?"

"Not ‘we’," the elder replied tonelessly, her voice eerily calm. "Just the envoy alone…"

Sect Leader: "……"

A loud thud echoed from the communication stone, followed by alarmed shouts.

It seemed the sect leader had been so shocked that he’d rolled right off his bed.

Not even bothering to get up, he practically roared, "Then why aren’t you—why aren’t you going to rescue the envoy?!"

Elder: "……"

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"Seriously? Another one exhausted to death… and two more… Oh, the third was killed by its own kind? Fourth, fifth…"

The Luoshu Sect elder muttered under her breath, "I think… the demons might need rescuing more than the envoy does…"

From the other end of the communication stone, the sect leader’s voice was utterly bewildered.

"—What?"

How had the world changed so quickly?

Even the elder he’d worked alongside for over a decade was now speaking in riddles he couldn’t comprehend?

……

By dusk, Yan Luoyue finally stepped out of the seal.

The Luoshu Sect elder’s emotions had gone through a rollercoaster—from initial terror, to worry, to shock, and finally, numbness.

By the end, it felt like her entire worldview had been scrubbed raw and rewritten.

Spotting a figure emerging from the seal, the elder lifted her head. Dark circles hung under her eyes, her gaze hollow, making her look even more haggard than Yan Luoyue, who had fought nonstop for an entire day.

She murmured, "Envoy… you finally decided to come out…"

Yan Luoyue: "……"

For some reason, she felt a pang of guilt. Clearing her throat lightly, she raised a fist to her lips.

She waved at the two. "Well, you can go in now."

The elder hesitated, peering cautiously into the fissure before stepping inside.

The sight that greeted her made her blood run cold.

"Wait—why are all these demons… why are they all…?"

"You’re wondering why they’re all lying down?" Yan Luoyue helpfully finished for her.

"Well, some were struck down by their own kind. Those foaming at the mouth collapsed mid-fight. And the charred ones? Easy—they just happened to be between me and the rolling demons when they attacked."

Casually categorizing the motionless demons into three groups, Yan Luoyue curved her eyes into a sweet smile.

Like any cheerful young girl, she beckoned brightly to Wu Manshuang. "Come on, Manshuang, time to clean up."

Wu Manshuang finally set aside the array diagram he’d been sketching and strode to her side.

Yan Luoyue whispered urgently, "Finish them off, all of them."

"Mm. Got it."

The two spoke as if completely unaware of how brutal their conversation sounded.

The elder watched, dumbstruck, as the black-robed youth—who had been silent and wholly absorbed in inspecting the array—lifted a single finger toward the forbidden grounds.

A wisp of pale mist drifted from his fingertip.

Like a whisper brushing past one’s ear, the mist dissolved soundlessly into the wind.

Yet it was also the most merciless executioner in existence.

Wherever the mist-laden breeze swept, the flesh of every demon melted away.

The dead demons slackened into puddles of rot, leaving only bleached bones behind.

The living ones writhed and howled, helpless as their bodies peeled apart layer by layer, clutching their spilled organs before breathing their last.

The method of attack was so grotesque, so utterly ruthless.

The Luoshu Sect elder stared, then shuddered uncontrollably.

Instinctively, she took a half-step back, as though afraid the mist might cling to her.

As an elder, a guide, and a senior cultivator far older than the envoys, she ought to maintain composure—neither subservient nor overbearing.

But damn it all, who wouldn’t be terrified?!

One envoy had spent an entire day beating demons into exhaustion.

The other, seemingly quiet and reserved, struck with the viciousness of someone digging up ancestral graves.

Without even stepping past the fissure, he’d turned the entire battlefield into a mass grave, earning the title of Best Undertaker.

If not for her dignity and last shred of self-control, the middle-aged woman might have grabbed both Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang by their collars and shaken them violently.

—Honored envoys, are you even human?!

This… this really doesn’t seem human!

Unaware of the elder’s mental turmoil, Yan Luoyue noticed her retreat and smiled reassuringly.

"Don’t worry, Elder. At the Golden Core stage, with our spiritual energy intact, our bodies are naturally protected. Even if the mist touches you, it won’t harm you."

Yan Luoyue had entered the seal first and wandered the forbidden grounds for two reasons:

First, to prevent any giant rolling demons from ambushing anyone but her.

Second…

The toxin Wu Manshuang had refined was incredibly effective at dissolving flesh—but only if the target’s cultivation was weak or their defenses depleted.

So Yan Luoyue had spent a day baiting out the rolling demons’ attacks and draining the others’ energy.

Then, Wu Manshuang could clear the field effortlessly, without wasting a single move.

With a polite nod to the elder, Wu Manshuang explained, "I didn’t mean to startle you."

The visual effects of the mist were admittedly horrifying.

Over the years, he’d developed various toxins.

Some caused instant death without corroding flesh—he had those too.

But after careful consideration, he’d chosen this mist for cleanup.

After all, this forbidden land was teeming with demonic creatures.

Low-level fiends like the Lesser Plague Demon would quickly rot after death, causing any corpses tainted by their fluids to decay as well.

Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang made an excellent team when it came to purging these demons.

However, cleaning up the aftermath was clearly a massive task.

Wu Manshuang explained gently, "If we leave these corpses to pile up and rot, the stench carried by the wind would eventually harm the nearby residents."

"So I use this toxin to dissolve them into putrid water... In another hour or two, the poisonous mist will naturally dissipate, leaving no impact on daily life."

This thoughtful and considerate explanation truly impressed the Luoshu Sect elder.

But after admiring Wu Manshuang's foresight and glancing back into the forbidden land...

No, no amount of warmth or consideration could make up for it.

The visual effect was downright horrifying!

Look at those demon corpses—their eyeballs were popping out like overripe fruit, plopping to the ground in a grotesque cascade!

Luoshu Sect Elder: "..."

To be honest, she was still a little terrified.

...

This technique of condensing toxins into mist at his fingertips was a new skill Wu Manshuang had recently mastered.

After his third molting, his serpent form's scales had grown darker.

Originally a translucent emerald green, they had gradually deepened into a rich jade-black. According to Yan Luoyue's estimation, a few more molts would turn him completely pitch-black, like polished obsidian.

Since his scales reflected light, their edges occasionally refracted sunlight into prismatic rainbows.

Thus, Yan Luoyue declared that Wu Manshuang would soon become a "multicolored black."

Moreover, as his serpentine body grew longer and thicker...

"Once you turn fully black, when you coil into a circle, you’ll look just like a bicycle tire!" Yan Luoyue cheerfully remarked.

Wu Manshuang: "..."

Though he didn’t know what a bicycle tire was, he could tell her tone held more teasing than admiration.

Beyond color and length, the bony protrusions on Wu Manshuang’s back had also broadened.

When they first appeared, Yan Luoyue had joked they looked like wisdom tooth roots.

But with each successive molt, their shape became unmistakable—they were folded wings.

At this rate, one or two more molts would see them fully unfurled, granting him powerful wings.

Honestly, whenever Yan Luoyue pictured this, she couldn’t help but think of the legendary Teng snake.

And with Wu Manshuang’s newfound ability to conjure mist, the resemblance to the "Teng snake riding the clouds" myth grew even stronger.

As the demon corpses dissolved into sludge, seeping into the earth, only their tough hides and scattered bones remained.

Noticing a peculiar glint, Yan Luoyue waved away the mist and picked up the object.

—It was a broken twig of Moonfall Wood.

She straightened and scanned the area.

Sure enough, near every fallen Giant Rolling Demon lay a small fragment of Moonfall Wood.

The same was true for other demons—Tusk Demons, Shadowform Demons, Flowing Flame Demons—each with a twig beneath their bones.

For some reason, the sight of these scattered twigs stirred an inexplicable irritation in Yan Luoyue.

It was like a girl waking up to find her floor covered in fallen hair.

"..."

Gathering the twigs, she counted nearly a hundred.

Just looking at them, she could imagine higher-tier demons smuggling these fragments within their bodies to bypass the demonic seals.

These greater fiends could have slipped through the outermost seal the same way.

But the innermost and outermost barriers of Yunning Great Marsh’s forbidden land were crude, homebrew seals crafted by the demonic races.

These brute-force seals didn’t distinguish between demonic ranks—or even demonic and spiritual energy—barring all creatures equally.

Thus, the Moonfall Wood-carrying demons were like burglars who’d meticulously copied a fingerprint lock...

Only to find a stubborn, old-fashioned steel shutter door waiting behind it.

Demons: "..."

If demons kept diaries, their entries that day would be nothing but furious scribbles.

After clearing the first layer, the trio sighed in relief.

The Luoshu Sect elder asked, "What materials do you two envoys need to reinforce the seals?"

Yan Luoyue gave her a surprised look.

"Elder, why the hurry? There are still inner layers to purge."

The elder brightened. "Does that mean you’ll handle those as well...?"

Yan Luoyue grinned. "Since we’re here, we might as well see it through."

Wu Manshuang nodded calmly. "If demons reached the outermost layer, the inner seals must already be breached."

Yan Luoyue added, "So we’ll advance layer by layer until the entire seal is restored."

The elder’s eyes sparkled with hope.

Of course, Yunning Great Marsh wished the Guiyuan Sect envoys would help to the end.

But as guests from a major sect, making too many requests might seem presumptuous.

Especially since the forbidden land’s disturbances had plagued them for over a month...

Yet these two envoys had effortlessly resolved it in a single day.

Pleading further might come across as helpless incompetence.

Who knew these envoys would be so reliable, offering further aid before Yunning could even prepare lavish gifts?

Gifts would come later, but their diligence warmed the heart.

Waving off the elder’s gratitude, Yan Luoyue smiled. "Manshuang and I grew up in Yunning Great Marsh."

This wasn’t just the elder’s home—it was theirs too.

...

After resting to restore their strength, Yan Luoyue calmly entered the second seal.

This layer was the formal demonic barrier erected by humans back then.

For safety, she kept her communication stone active, maintaining contact with the outside world at all times.

After Yan Luoyue entered, the elder of the Luoshu Sect asked with concern, "Envoy, how are things inside the second layer?"

Amidst the chaotic and disorderly background noise, Yan Luoyue's voice was faint, like a candle flame in the wind—seemingly ready to be extinguished with a single breath.

Yet her calm, even composed tone made it clear to all who heard her that the idea of snuffing her out was nothing but an illusion.

Yan Luoyue replied, "The powerful demonic creatures in the second layer are as numerous as fish in a river."

It was just that they couldn't accommodate the Moonfall Tree, and due to the nature of the demonic seal—where the stronger the seal, the harder it was to pass—they were trapped inside.

After that response, the clamor of the demonic creatures continued for a long time.

During this period, the Luoshu Sect elder silently calculated in her mind:

When Envoy Yan dealt with the creatures in the first layer of the seal, it took her less than a day, from morning until sunset.

But when she tackled the creatures in the second layer, from evening until the early hours of the next day, Envoy Yan still hadn't emerged.

The second layer had more demonic creatures than the first. Surely Envoy Yan wouldn't…

A sudden possibility struck the elder, and she called out urgently, "Envoy Yan? Envoy Yan?"

Under the influence of her own fears, the elder became increasingly convinced that the faint breathing she heard through the communication stone was growing weaker and weaker…

The Luoshu Sect elder shot to her feet and shouted, "Envoy Yan? Envoy Yan?"

Her actions naturally caught the attention of Wu Manshuang, who was repairing the seal in the distance.

He paused his work, strode over, and took the communication stone from the elder.

After holding it to his ear for a moment, Wu Manshuang's expression remained unchanged as he calmly returned the stone to the elder.

He stated matter-of-factly, "It's fine. Luoyue just fell asleep."

The elder: "…"

Ah, she’d been scared to death—turns out she was just asleep…

—Wait, how could you possibly fall asleep in there?!

The elder's disbelief was written so plainly on her face that Wu Manshuang frowned slightly.

"After dealing with so many demonic creatures, Luoyue must be tired. Is it wrong for her to rest when she's tired?"

The elder murmured reflexively, "Th-this… Of course it's wrong!"

While it was true that nothing ventured, nothing gained, there was no reason to venture into the tiger's den just to take a nap.

Also, Envoy Wu, why do you say that so naturally? Does Envoy Yan often fall asleep peacefully under enemy attack?

Poor Luoshu Sect elder—she had no idea that Yan Luoyue had once set the record of ten days and nights on the Sword Peak Arena.

After a conversation that nearly drove the elder mad, she was finally persuaded by Wu Manshuang not to disturb Yan Luoyue's slumber.

With one last hesitation, she asked, "Then… we don’t need to do anything?"

Wu Manshuang thought seriously for a moment.

"If the elder truly wishes to help, you could bring Luoyue a pillow and a small blanket."

The Luoshu Sect elder: "…"

The elder: "…Heh. I think that won’t be necessary."

…

Clearing the second layer of the seal took Yan Luoyue three days.

The swarming demonic creatures were left exhausted, foaming at the mouth, twitching, and unconscious.

Afterward, the scene deep within the demonic seal confirmed Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang's suspicions.

The innermost layer of the makeshift seal had indeed been worn down into a large hole by the relentless assault of the demonic creatures.

After some consideration, Wu Manshuang decided to dismantle the first makeshift seal and replace it with a more orderly, orthodox demonic seal.

Staring at the broken hole, Yan Luoyue rubbed her fingers together, feeling an itch of curiosity.

"In other words, if we walk through here, we can enter the demon realm directly?"

Generally, disciples repairing the demonic seal never crossed into the third layer.

Because the three layers of the seal acted as successive barriers, with each inner layer blocking increasingly powerful demonic creatures.

Stepping into the third layer—entering the demon realm—meant placing oneself under the noses of the most dangerous creatures.

But now that the seal was broken, and a significant portion of the strongest demonic creatures had been eliminated by Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang, the danger of entering the demon realm had greatly diminished.

And besides… they were already here.

Yan Luoyue said solemnly, "Passing by a broken seal without going in is like visiting a famous tourist spot and not taking a look. It just feels like a waste."

Wu Manshuang held no particular curiosity or fondness for the demon realm.

He had hatched there, weak and vulnerable, and had struggled desperately to reach the human world.

But since Yan Luoyue was interested, he had no objections. "Then let’s take a look."

Stepping through the broken seal, the pink sky of the demon realm cast a soft, filtered glow over their faces.

After walking for a while, something in the distant peaks quickly captured Yan Luoyue's full attention.

She looked up and saw, amidst the drifting mist, the towering silhouette of something immense stretching into the clouds.

The figure was majestic and awe-inspiring.

Even just gazing at it, one could feel its vibrant, indomitable vitality.

An ancient tree, towering and lush. Though it was her first time seeing it, the answer seemed etched into her mind.

Without a second thought, Yan Luoyue blurted out, "This is… the Moonfall Tree!"