Hearing Liu Yuenong call him, Ye Yu didnât hesitate and leapt down at once.
The two sat side by side, gazing at the calm Tongtian Pavilion around them, their expressions nothing alike.
Her quiet composure and Ye Yuâs impatience made a sharp contrast.
She brewed the tea unhurriedly, set a cup before Ye Yu, then sat back in her chair and looked at the sky that hadnât changed in eons, a comfort she couldnât quite name.
Ye Yu tossed back the tea in one go.
He said, very much at a loss, "You never once thought about getting out?"
"Maybe Iâll consider leaving someday, but not now. Iâve been on the run for three million years. Iâm already exhausted. If I can have a moment of peace now, Iâm content. And you? Have you found any new approach lately?"
There was a hint of a smile on Liu Yuenongâs face. Perhaps because theyâd spent some time together, her tone had grown familiar.
Ye Yu let out a long, heavy sigh.
During this stretch, he had combed through the library and read every book related to mystic realms.
He had found all kinds of methods to break mystic realms, but for this one, none of them worked at all.
It fit a saying perfectly.
Learn it in a flash, use it and it falls flat.
Of course, that didnât mean Ye Yu hadnât learned well enough.
It was that this mystic realm was simply too powerful, and with Ye Yuâs current strength he couldnât break itâyet.
No, he still had to raise his power as quickly as possible.
Otherwise, he could forget about ever getting out in this lifetime.
With that clear in his mind, Ye Yu stood up abruptly and said he was going into seclusion.
He finished speaking, turned, and leftâclean and decisive, through and through.
Seeing this, Liu Yuenong only smiled and said nothing.
What a headlong, full-throttle demon god.
Among black bear demons, that was rareâand worth encouraging.
Even so, breaking a mystic realm was far too difficult.
After all, a massive gap in power wasnât something hard work alone could erase.
Rather than having you, Ye Yu, rack your brains, I might as well be the one to think.
Propping her cheek in one hand, Liu Yuenong, for the first time, started pondering ways to break the mystic realm.
After only the span of a cup of tea, she gave up.
It wasnât that she didnât want to break the mystic realm. There simply wasnât a way.
Back then she had poured everything into creating this strongest mystic realm for one purpose: to keep the avatar of malice from ever getting out.
Calling it her strongest shield was no exaggeration.
And now she was supposed to break her own strongest shield?
That was a false proposition from the start.
Yes, it was true that Liu Yuenong could unleash a full-power strike and make that her strongest spear.
Strongest spear against strongest shieldâwho would win? Hard to say.
But there was a better than ninety percent chance the mystic realm would quake, its space twisting out of shape.
At that point, both Liu Yuenong and Ye Yu would be in danger.
So brute-forcing the mystic realm was absolutely the wrong approach.
She would have to patiently think of another way.
Five days passed.
Liu Yuenong still hadnât found anything, and she was growing irritable.
She kept glancing up at the sky for no reason at all, but it stayed empty.
Two months had been enough to make her used to Ye Yuâs presence.
Now that he was in seclusion, the vast Divine Alliance felt like it held only her.
Naturally, she felt a little lonely.
And that feeling only grew stronger.
Liu Yuenong curled herself up, hoping to ease her mood that way.
It didnât help at all.
Three days laterâ
Ye Yu suddenly sensed something off about his surroundings and opened his eyes.
The entire Tongtian Pavilion had become a world of ice and snow.
Snowdrifts outside the door were piled higher than a person.
Ye Yuâs expression turned oddly complicated.
This was a mystic realmâso why had it suddenly become like this?
At once, knowledge from the library surfaced in his mind.
A mystic realmâs changes are closely tied to its master.
If that was the case, then this change had everything to do with Liu Yuenong.
What on earth had happened to this woman?
Why had there been such a drastic shift?
Puzzled, Ye Yu released his divine sense to search for Liu Yuenongâs whereabouts.
He soon discovered the entire mystic realm seemed covered by a mysterious power.
His divine sense couldnât penetrate it at all.
Helpless, Ye Yu could only search the oldest way there is.
First he pushed the snow aside with divine power, then looked with his eyes.
Before long, Ye Yu found Liu Yuenong at the Enlightenment Platform within Tongtian Pavilion.
At this moment, the sorceress had all but turned into a gleaming ice sculpture.
She was curled into a ball, looking pitiful.
Ye Yu stepped forward and tried to touch her.
A surge of killing cold poured into him on contact, and he shivered on the spot.
Bear in mind, he had forged a demon-god physique through a demonic divine method.
Even in the God Realm, his divine bodyâs toughness was top-tier.
If even his divine body couldnât endure that chillâ
It meant the cold was truly terrifying.
What was going on with Liu Yuenong? Why had she become like this?
As Ye Yu thought, he suddenly noticed that the space around Tongtian Pavilion had begun to slip out of alignment.
And the trend was only growing.
That sense of crisis closed in on him.
There are two ways a mystic realm runs. One uses an artifact or array as the core, drawing on it for energy to keep the realm running.
The other is like Liu Yuenongâsâsustained by her own divine power.
So if anything happened to her, the collapse of the mystic realm would be inevitable.
When the nest is overturned, no egg remains intact.
There was no way Ye Yu would stay out of it.
Noâhe couldnât sit and wait for death.
His first instinct was to feed her another divine pill. At the Divine Lord stage, even taking the wrong thing shouldnât do any real harm.
But with Liu Yuenong sealed in ice, there was no way to get a pill into her.
What about fire?
Ye Yu immediately cast
Scorch the Nine Nether
and began to bathe Liu Yuenong in heat.
So long as he controlled the power, it ought to be fine.
He burned for quite a while, and nothing changed.
So how was he supposed to handle this?
A classic scene from dramas flashed through Ye Yuâs mindâhow masters heal the wounded.
Mm. Looks like he could only try that move. If it still didnât work, then they really would be waiting to die.