The waters of the Heavenly River flowed unceasingly, yet Ye Yu stood still.

    Some things were not exclusive to Jiang Yun’s understanding.

    Ye Yu, too, could figure them out.

    Previously, when he was in the mortal realm, his suicidal forbidden arts were akin to a dimensional strike for cultivators.

    Unless one’s cultivation was far above Ye Yu’s, they would certainly face death.

    However, upon arriving in the Celestial Realm, everything felt different.

    Forbidden arts from the mortal realm ultimately had limited power here.

    Attempting to kill high-realm celestials now felt somewhat inadequate.

    Still, the destructive side effects of the Disaster Redirection Technique remained significant.

    But it had a glaring drawback: a target had to be identified in advance.

    If the target was hidden, as Jiang Yun was, the technique became passive.

    Ye Yu surveyed his surroundings.

    There was no cover nearby.

    The only possibility was the barrier ahead!

    Ye Yu didn’t doubt his instincts.

    He immediately employed the Myriad Stars Technique.

    Gathering the power of the stars, he broke through the invisible barrier!

    The moment the barrier shattered—

    Jiang Yun’s form appeared, looking alarmed, and he immediately fled.

    Ye Yu prepared to use the forbidden Burning Blood Inferno technique.

    But he stopped at the last moment.

    Instead, he shifted his hand seals.

    “Reveal!” he shouted sternly.

    In an instant, a golden light shone above him.

    A faint figure gradually emerged, less than a hundred meters south of Ye Yu.

    Ye Yu chuckled.

    He resumed his Burning Blood Inferno.

    “Aahhh!”

    A shrill scream resounded.

    Jiang Yun’s figure slowly reappeared.

    His blood and bones began dissolving at an alarming rate.

    He attempted to follow Chang Zhige’s example, abandoning his celestial body to escape in soul form.

    But it was too late.

    A formation activated beneath his feet, and the black heavenly flames delivered the final blow.

    He died without understanding one thing.

    Why, after Ye Yu’s attention had been diverted by the decoy, did he not directly attack?

    The answer was simple.

    Ye Yu’s Disaster Redirection Talent had failed to activate.

    He realized the one fleeing just now was not the real body.

    [A dream rating of Excellent+ or higher allows two items to materialize randomly.]

    [Materialized items: 1) A single hairpin crafted by the host, 2) Nirvana Glazed Robe, a prized demonic artifact.]

    In the next instant.

    The black robe materialized on Ye Yu.

    It was none other than the Nirvana Glazed Robe.

    As for the hairpin, it was nowhere to be seen.

    It must have found its way to Bai Miao Leng.

    The system had a knack for such things.

    Whenever there was something sentimental, it materialized and went to the lady in his dreams.

    It gave him a sense of nostalgia.

    But Ye Yu was curious about something.

    The timing didn’t seem right.

    In the dream realm, he’d met Bai Miao Leng a thousand years ago.

    If she had awakened from that dream, she should have started looking for him.

    So why hadn’t he heard anything?

    This left him perplexed.

    Could it be that Bai Miao Leng truly saw it as just a dream and left it in the past?

    With that thought, Ye Yu instinctively looked northward.

    ...

    At Bai Family’s Wangchuan Cliff.

    Bai Miao Leng sat with her eyes tightly shut, her expression pained.

    Once more, she dreamed of the thousand-year-old memory.

    After Ye Yu’s ascension—

    Bai Miao Leng continued seeking a way to ascend to the Celestial Realm.

    Yet, that very night, the Nirvana Glazed Robe returned to her.

    Upon seeing the familiar demonic artifact, Bai Miao Leng’s face turned deathly pale.

    Her eyes reddened.

    The Nirvana Glazed Robe was her companion artifact.

    She had given it to Ye Yu through a secret art.

    As long as Ye Yu wore it, it would remain with him.

    But its sudden return could mean only one thing.

    Ye Yu was dead.

    Only then would the Nirvana Glazed Robe return to its original owner.

    Bai Miao Leng clenched her fists, her nails piercing her palms, but she paid no heed.

    Compared to the pain in her heart, physical pain was meaningless.

    But why?

    Ye Yu had just ascended; how could he die?

    How could her husband be dead?

    In her anguish, Bai Miao Leng fainted on the spot.