Chapter Thirty-Two: Fury
"The Heart Fast has been triggered for the second time."
Chen Xuan froze. Following the mysterious cat’s gaze, he saw the monstrous entity—suspected to be the Realm of Six Desires—looming in the night sky, its massive, grotesque silhouette writhing in the darkness.
It was not far, only a few miles away, separated by a few mountain peaks.
He surmised that after Yan Yushu had fought her way out, she had fled to this spot... but why had the Realm of Six Desires suddenly descended? Had she stopped running?
"Thump!"
Chen Xuan felt as if he could hear a heartbeat, resonant and booming like a great bronze bell. It struck against the boundaries between the ancient and the present, traversing the vast distances of time and space to hammer directly into his mind, inducing an inexplicable sense of trepidation.
"Should I go take a look?"
Chen Xuan hesitated for a moment, then his consciousness automatically detached from the mysterious cat and drifted toward the source.
The Heart Fast was a realm of immense height, far surpassing the Dream of the Yellow Millet. Even the transcendent Lesser Underworld could not detect its existence; there was no reason to fear a mere Realm of Six Desires.
"It will be safe."
"I hope I can scavenge some priceless treasures from it, just as I did in the Dream of the Yellow Millet..."
...
The Realm of Six Desires.
Countless magnificent palaces and temples were elevated into the high heavens by layers of dark clouds. Mists swirled, and dark red lightning surged beneath the clouds as rain poured down like a waterfall.
"So this is what the Realm of Six Desires looks like?"
Chen Xuan’s soul-form manifested, landing on a thirty-six-petaled lotus flower as vast as a public square.
A boundless black lake stretched out; the lotus pedestal sat like an isolated island suspended upon the surface.
He looked up and was suddenly struck with absolute terror, frozen in place.
Amidst the dark, stormy sky, towering figures as massive as mountains appeared in his field of vision. They possessed solemn, divine features: some sat atop white elephants, some held giant hammers, some wore skulls around their necks, and their eyes shone like crimson moons—they were like gods.
"They... they are looking at me..."
Chen Xuan felt his skin crawl. His tiny, ant-like body was being surrounded by these colossal figures that stood between heaven and earth.
"Are these the Four Heavenly Kings of the Realm of Six Desires, as recorded in ancient Buddhist texts..."
The four figures loomed before, behind, and to his sides, blocking out the sky, parts of their bodies hidden within the dark clouds.
Perhaps because Chen Xuan was so minuscule, they were forced to lean down, their heads pressed together like children watching an ant, their round, protruding eyes staring fixedly at him.
Their faces were blurred and indistinct, appearing part-Buddha and part-demon, as if they were right before him yet also at the edge of the horizon.
Their four pairs of blood-black eyes hung in the sky like moons of blood, and an ancient, vast aura poured down along their downward gaze... overflowing with a solemnity and holiness that defied description.
"..."
Chen Xuan was horrified. He had not expected that upon arriving in the Realm of Six Desires, he would find himself in the midst of such a terrifying spectacle!
"Do they take me for a delicious pastry on their lotus pedestal?"
Was the Realm of Six Desires so formidable? Was even the Heart Fast no match for it? To be targeted the moment he entered?
No!
They aren't looking at me!
I am not the delicious pastry they are eyeing!
Chen Xuan’s heart jumped. He suddenly realized that these gray-white, stone-statue-like figures, filled with deathly stillness, were not staring at him, but at something behind him.
"Is something hidden behind me?"
Chen Xuan frowned, preparing to control his soul-form to look behind him.
Beside his ear, a woman’s suppressed breathing reached him, making his throat go dry.
"Whoosh!"
Just as Chen Xuan was about to turn, a soft, fragrant body pressed against his back. Slender, boneless arms wrapped around his waist, and her breath, smelling of orchids and musk, poured into his neck. A wet, soft sensation touched his throat, making his scalp tingle.
"Give it to me..."
The voice, filled with temptation, was enough to ignite a fire of desire that one could not suppress!
Chen Xuan’s body suddenly tensed, his blood surging. He clenched his fists, his veins bulging.
Yan Yushu!
...
Beneath the tree.
Yan Yushu’s eyes were misty and seductive, her cheeks flushed scarlet. She tilted her snow-white, slender neck, and beads of hot sweat slid down into the graceful curve of her throat.
Her red lips were slightly parted, and a suppressed sound of agony escaped her throat.
"Don't..."
...
"Clang!"
Chen Xuan’s brows knitted tightly. He grabbed the snow-white arms around his waist with brutal, savage force, yanking her soft, serpentine body up into the air in front of him, then—
He slammed her down against the ground.
"Get out!"
His voice was like thunder, resounding through the heavens.
...
Chen Xuan’s cold brows were arched in fury, his eyes surging with a tidal wave of anger.
He gripped her delicate, fragile arms, which bruised at the slightest touch of his fingertips, and swung her semi-clad, perfectly curved body through the air, smashing her repeatedly against the hard ground.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
He lifted her again and slammed her down several more times.
Golden-white energy flowed through Chen Xuan’s arms; his strength was so immense that it cracked the lotus pedestal itself.
Under the continuous heavy strikes, Yan Yushu’s soul-form was shattered, exploding into a mist that dissipated into nothingness.
"Rotten place, you get out too!"
Chen Xuan was furious, his expression dark as he looked up and shouted sternly at the colossal figures watching from above.
What a foul, chaotic mess. He regretted coming to this dump to snoop around!
"I knew she was no good; she had a demonic aura about her. Heh... very well, Yan Yushu, you are truly something. You’ve certainly opened my eyes tonight."
Chen Xuan scoffed, his heart filled with shock beyond measure.
Not only was Yan Yushu sneaking around doing illicit things, but when caught, she actually dared to try and invite him to join in.
And she was currently being hunted and surrounded by the Hanging Temple!
The fact that she had the leisure to engage in this kind of behavior midway through, and the sheer audacity of her actions, left him stunned and forced to concede defeat.
Unheard of!
Absurd!
"Rumble..."
High in the sky, the four mountain-sized figures slowly pulled away as Yan Yushu’s soul dissipated, forced to lift their stooped bodies back toward the heavens.
In their compassionate, blood-black eyes, there was deep confusion.
"Swish, swish..."
Immediately afterward, their bodies seemed to decay as if covered in dust; the deathly aura grew heavier, and the colorful, multi-hued pigments on their surfaces peeled off like shedding wall paint, as if they were falling into a state of deathly silence...
"This chaotic dump—even if you begged me to come back, I would never set foot here again!"
Chen Xuan muttered, his face filled with indignation.
But the next moment, his thoughts paused, and he suddenly realized something of vital importance.
Just now, when he attacked Yan Yushu, he had actually utilized Immortal Qi.
Just like when he entered the Dream of the Yellow Millet, his Heart Fast ability had progressed further after entering the Realm of Six Desires!
"The Immortal Qi left my body and entered with my consciousness..."
Chen Xuan looked stunned. He slowly raised his arm; the golden-white Immortal Qi flickered at his fingertips like a shooting star, spitting out a sharp edge.
In that instant, staring at the Immortal Qi on his fingertips, a truly insane idea was born in his mind.
Cultivating tricks...
...
...
Beneath the tree.
"...Absurd."
Yan Yushu stared blankly ahead, her clothes half-unfastened, her snow-white skin partially exposed. Sweat rolled down her, tracing a delicate curve along her thigh.
She tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, her mood plummeting. Even though the intrusion into the Realm of Six Desires had only been a contact of souls, she had felt everything he did.
Then, her face turned cold, and she said with indignation:
"He could actually resist that, and even hit a woman—he truly has no humanity!"
She had recalled the face of this stranger; it was the young man she had met by chance in the Southern Wilderness that morning. He was handsome and strong; he wasn't bad at all.
At the time, she had deliberately dropped her belongings at his feet, hoping to draw more of his attention...
But she had never expected that he would launch a direct assault that night, forcibly invading the Realm of Six Desires within her body. Such a supernatural power, transcending all imagination, was simply unheard of!
"He hasn't left. What exactly does he want to do?"
Yan Yushu felt a chill in her heart. A wave of cold swept through her, and she felt boundless fear. This was infinitely more serious than being surrounded by the Hanging Temple; it made her feel suffocated.
The Realm of Six Desires was her greatest trump card, but now it felt as if she were standing naked before that man, with all her secrets laid bare!
"What kind of monster have I provoked..."
Yan Yushu was lost and helpless, not knowing how to respond.
The fact that her embarrassing situation had been witnessed by that man was mortifying, but ultimately no physical act had occurred. However, the secret of the Realm of Six Desires was a matter of life and death, a vital affair involving the Great Dao!
Suddenly, an uncontrollable, restless agitation began to surge within her once more—the malice of the Realm of Six Desires was striking for a second time!
Yan Yushu had consumed the cultivation of two people, and now a wave of side effects was erupting!
"It's over. I have to... do it again."
Yan Yushu felt as if she had been struck by lightning. She was filled with such despair that she felt a sense of shame and indignation so profound she wanted to die.
The sky was falling.