Futile Devices Scans

“A’Li, don’t rush. Since I’ve returned, it won’t hurt to bring a few things back with me first.”

As Chen Yixin spoke, he turned around and slightly pursed his lips, as though he could kiss Wenren Li that way.

Before the Three Lives Well in the Northern Sea of Taixuan, Wenren Li, who sat cross-legged forming seals, unconsciously raised a brow.

He had not actually been kissed, yet he still felt thoroughly teased.

Clearly, this current Chen Yixin had not remembered anything further, nor forgotten anything more. His reckless and flamboyant personality had become even less restrained.

He was not unintentionally teasing Wenren Li.

He was doing it deliberately.

Wenren Li changed the seal formed by his hands, cooperating with Chen Yixin so he could do what he wanted.

Before the Myriad Worlds Well in the Lesser Hill Realm, Immortal Lord Qiu Yi was currently offering worship to the divine well.

After bowing in his final salute and straightening up again, he suddenly saw a flawless white hand gripping the edge of the divine well, with someone seemingly climbing out from within.

Qiu Yi’s pupils contracted slightly.

For a moment, he almost believed someone from the Lower Realm had climbed into the Upper Realm through the Myriad Worlds Well’s passageway.

But then he recognized the familiar face.

“Lord Yi… y-you… weren’t you imprisoned in the Sea of Ice Extremity?”

Qiu Yi rarely left the Lesser Hill Realm, but he was extremely well-liked, and his information network was far from limited.

In fact, his visit to worship the Myriad Worlds Well today had been because he intended to leave the Lesser Hill Realm and travel to the Sea of Ice Extremity to visit Chen Yixin, perhaps to do something for him that others could not—to fulfill his duty as a friend.

He had been deeply worried.

Yet the very person he planned to seek out had climbed from the well himself.

Hearing this, Chen Yixin continued climbing out of the well before sitting atop its edge.

Smiling at Qiu Yi, he answered calmly, “I got tired of staying there. I came to catch up with you a little before going to find A’Li.”

When Chen Yixin spoke the name “A’Li,” his eyes curved slightly with delight. His preference for beauty over friendship remained exactly the same as before.

Qiu Yi was momentarily speechless at Chen Yixin’s expression before finally understanding his meaning.

“Ah… I see. Then Lord Yi still plans to use this well to descend to the Lower Realm?”

Compared to the first time Chen Yixin had used this well, Qiu Yi no longer held any intention of stopping him.

The Wheel of Reincarnation within the Myriad Worlds Well seemed ineffective against Chen Yixin anyway.

Besides, deep down, Qiu Yi knew persuasion would be useless.

“Qiu Yi, we are friends, so I won’t hide it from you. I came here to take the Myriad Worlds Well down to the Lower Realm with me. This well contains something belonging to A’Li. I must take it away.”

Though Chen Yixin’s tone remained pleasant, the contents of his words were utterly resolute.

There was no room for discussion or objection.

Regardless of Qiu Yi’s attitude, Chen Yixin was absolutely taking the well.

“I have guarded the Myriad Worlds Well for nearly five hundred thousand years. Aside from the Wheel of Reincarnation connecting to the Lower Realm, there is nothing else inside. Could Lord Yi be mistaken?”

Qiu Yi fell silent for a moment before asking carefully.

He was still trying to think of some method to resolve matters peacefully. He did not wish to become enemies with Chen Yixin, but neither could he abandon the duty passed down through generations of the Qiu Divine Clan.

Chen Yixin gently shook his head.

The smile faded from his face as he turned to look at the body of the well, his gaze growing colder.

“The Myriad Worlds Well is indeed the Myriad Worlds Well, but in the beginning, it did not contain any Wheel of Reincarnation.”

“Heh… what Wheel of Reincarnation? That thing holds Great Emperor Yuxu’s… heart.”

Qiu Yi’s pupils shrank sharply.

Given the heritage of the Qiu Divine Clan, Qiu Yi, as current clan leader, could not possibly be unfamiliar with the title Great Emperor Yuxu.

Yet before he could react further, Chen Yixin waved a hand at him.

Qiu Yi’s vision darkened, and he collapsed to the ground, unable to move.

“So noisy… why are you still this talkative?”

After complaining about Qiu Yi’s reaction, Chen Yixin ignored the man lying stiffly on the ground and began carving formation arrays beside the Myriad Worlds Well.

His movements were extremely swift.

Once the formation was complete, he even had time to steal the talisman seal from Qiu Yi’s waist, open the treasury of the Lesser Hill Realm, and take everything he could carry from Qiu Yi’s collection.

Only afterward did he return to the well and summon a sphere of water floating upward from within.

Chen Yixin lightly tapped it with his fingertip.

“That’s enough. A’Li, come take me home.”

In Taixuan’s Northern Sea, Wenren Li slowly opened his eyes.

A silver pillar of light shot into the sky from his body, while the Three Lives Well trembled violently. The disturbances within the Upper Realm’s Sea of Ice Extremity and Heavenly River grew even greater than before.

At the bottom of the Sea of Ice Extremity, Immortal Emperor Changdong and Emperor Fengyuan, still trapped within their icy prison, exchanged glances before crying out simultaneously:

“This is bad! The Divine Blood Barrier is changing!”

Almost the instant the words left their mouths, a bloody scar suddenly appeared across the cloudless sky of the Upper Realm.

The crimson mark deepened little by little, as though the heavens themselves had been slashed open.

Not long afterward, blood rain began falling across the Upper Realm—a place where rain had never existed before.

Thunder roared continuously, as though howling in rage and fury, while dark storm clouds gathered above the Lesser Hill Realm, threatening imminent divine punishment.

Chen Yixin sat upon the edge of the well, giving the skies of the Upper Realm one final glance.

A mocking smile curled his lips.

Then the forbidden grounds of the Lesser Hill Realm vanished entirely.

Divine punishment descended, destroying the Lesser Hill Realm.

Yet the Myriad Worlds Well, though gone, remained gone.

Meanwhile, within the forbidden grounds of the Northern Sea’s Merfolk Clan in Taixuan, an additional divine well had appeared—alongside two immortals, one seated and one reclining.

“A’Li!”

Chen Yixin stood happily before flying directly into Wenren Li’s arms, who had yet to lower the seals formed by his hands.

Then a loud kiss landed squarely on Wenren Li’s lips with an audible smack, making nearby An Cheng blush furiously.

Oh dear… their Young Highness was still just as passionate and straightforward as ever…

“A’Li! A’Li! A’Li!”

One call clearly wasn’t enough.

Chen Yixin called three more times in succession, planting another kiss onto Wenren Li’s lips with each call.

The more he kissed him, the more excited he became—and the less willing he was to get off Wenren Li entirely.

“A’Li never calls my name…”

Without giving Wenren Li any chance to speak, Chen Yixin pressed against his lips and complained softly before directly sitting himself atop Wenren Li’s lap, completely eliminating any possibility of Wenren Li standing up.

“It’s enough that A’Rong has returned.”

Wenren Li supported the half of Chen Yixin glued tightly to him.

With a wave of his hand, they vanished from the forbidden grounds surrounding the Three Lives Well and returned directly to the palace where they had once stayed among the Merfolk Clan.

He did not want too many people witnessing Chen Yixin’s intimacy toward him—not even old acquaintance An Cheng.

“I took away the Myriad Worlds Well, and the Divine Blood Barrier upon the Void Heaven Battlefield has broken too.”

This was something Chen Yixin had not anticipated beforehand, yet his tone carried not the slightest regret.

In his eyes, the Divine Blood Barrier stained with the blood of his loved ones should have shattered long ago.

“At last, it’s their turn to suffer the consequences of their own actions.”

As Chen Yixin spoke, he lightly brushed his nose against Wenren Li’s before pecking his lips again.

His gaze burned hotter.

“A’Li, shall we dual cultivate?”

When his soul descended into the Lower Realm, he remembered only the past, making him too young and immature for Wenren Li to truly claim.

But now that his true body had returned as well, there should no longer be any reason for restraint.

“Dual cultivate?”

Wenren Li’s tone carried faint confusion.

The Chen Yixin he knew could never possibly be satisfied with merely dual cultivation alone.

His gaze never once left Chen Yixin, as though no amount of looking would ever be enough.

Every smile and glance from Chen Yixin hooked directly into his heart.

“Of course it can’t only be dual cultivation… Just tell me whether you’re willing or not!”

Chen Yixin raised a brow as his hands tugged open Wenren Li’s robes.

Tilting his head, he bit and licked at Wenren Li’s earlobe repeatedly before finally lifting his head again as though satisfied.

“Don’t think I forgot about you spanking me, A’Li. I still remember it.”

Since the moment he gained consciousness, no one had ever spanked him before. That day had been the first time.

Yet even more infuriating was the fact that after treating him like that, Wenren Li had immediately fallen asleep for an entire year afterward… hmph!

“When I find Elder Brother Qingruo and Big Brother Linyu, I’m going to complain. A’Li always bullies me…”

Though his words sounded thoroughly unwilling to let the matter go, his hands were already busy undressing Wenren Li.

As for himself, he lowered his gaze—and his clothing vanished instantly.

Black hair cascaded over pale skin, partially concealing and partially revealing him.

If Wenren Li could still restrain himself at this point, he could hardly be considered a man.

Drawing a deep breath, he no longer bothered refuting Chen Yixin’s complaints.

He carried Chen Yixin from the couch in the outer hall back to the large bed inside, pressing him into the soft Weaving Cloud before lowering his head to kiss the lips that seemed perpetually determined to provoke him further.

Wenren Li wanted to treat Chen Yixin gently.

But somehow, gentleness never lasted.

Chen Yixin always possessed a way to make him lose control, dragging him down together into desire until nothing else mattered.

Bodies entwined, souls merged, intimacy reached its utmost extreme.

Wenren Li had informed Wu Fei and the others that he and Chen Yixin would require three months of secluded cultivation.

Yet in his original plans, they would not actually need that much time.

Now, however, even the period he had estimated felt far too short.

Once the palace doors closed, they showed no signs of reopening.

An Cheng and Qiu Yi wandered outside the palace, exchanging greetings before standing together to watch the merfolk guards endlessly cutting grass and chopping trees.

“What a waste, such a waste… It’s a pity Taixuan has almost no seeds for divine herbs…”

An Cheng sighed regretfully as usual.

Yet the “grass” the merfolk guards were cutting was anything but ordinary.

Much of it consisted of immortal herbs Chen Yixin had brought down from Qiu Yi’s treasury.

Qiu Yi, meanwhile, stared blankly at the wildly growing immortal herbs.

Weren’t they supposed to grow only a single leaf every ten thousand years?

Yet in merely three days, they had already produced ten leaves—enough to refine medicine from.

He walked toward the Merfolk Clan forbidden grounds.

Two divine wells stood side by side there, surrounded by blooming red and blue Phoenix Flowers.

Even in the Upper Realm, divine wells caused all vegetation nearby to perish.

Yet here, the Phoenix Flowers flourished around them.

“So they truly contain something belonging to Lord Li?”

Calling it an “object” seemed inappropriate.

According to Chen Yixin, the wells contained Wenren Li’s heart—a fragment of his original body.

And precisely because of that, influenced by Wenren Li’s will, the two divine wells allowed Phoenix Flowers to bloom around them.

“Of course. Other than His Majesty’s heart, nothing else could suppress our resistance.”

An Cheng’s voice came from behind Qiu Yi.

Qiu Yi turned and nodded lightly toward him.

“Do you know why cultivators of Taixuan have always been suppressed at the Soul Transformation stage?”

After bowing deeply toward the two divine wells, An Cheng rose and asked the question.

He knew Qiu Yi still harbored some resentment over being abducted into the Lower Realm by Chen Yixin.

“Because this is a prison realm. The descendants of sinful immortals and sinful gods are forbidden from ascending.”

Qiu Yi answered with the explanation universally accepted in the Upper Realm.

Punishment extending to descendants was divine punishment decreed by the Heavenly Dao. No one could change it.

Hearing this, anger surfaced across An Cheng’s face.

“Utter nonsense! Utter shamelessness!”

“Most of Taixuan’s inhabitants are descendants of divine clans and immortal clans exiled to the Lower Realm several eras ago. Their ancestors did not commit unforgivable crimes. Rather, they were selected for the Void Heaven Battlefield, where their flesh and blood were used to forge the Divine Blood Barrier.”

These people had been exiled to Taixuan to suppress resistance forever and ensure the truth could never be uncovered.

The so-called “continuing the immortal path” referred to the path sealed within the Myriad Worlds Well.

Aside from the Wheel of Reincarnation belonging to Wenren Li, this was another critical reason Chen Yixin insisted upon bringing the Myriad Worlds Well back to Taixuan.

If they wished to resist, they needed the qualifications to do so.

Their cultivation could no longer remain suppressed at the Soul Transformation realm.

Otherwise, the prison realm would forever remain a prison realm.

Those above could not descend, while those below possessed no qualifications to ascend.

“Once the Divine Blood Barrier breaks, the Upper Realm will suffer first. By dragging you down here, Young Highness also spared you from disaster. Any Immortal Lords beneath the Immortal Emperor realm are probably in danger now…”

After sighing, An Cheng turned and left.

Qiu Yi stood frozen for a long while before suddenly feeling chilled to the bone.

The implication behind An Cheng’s words was clear:

It was highly likely they would once again use immortal blood to forge a new Divine Blood Barrier.

“No… no, they’ve already been doing that!”

The more he thought, the more horrifying everything became.

The countless duels under various names, the destinations of immortal corpses, the resting places of ancestral remains…

Everything sent chills through his entire body.

Almost soul-stricken, Qiu Yi departed.

Two days later, Chen Yixin and Wenren Li finally emerged from the sleeping chambers.

Only then had their nearly three-month-long dual cultivation finally ended.

An Cheng came personally to receive them, though traces of regret still lingered on his face.

From today onward, there would no longer be immortal herbs left in the Merfolk Clan to harvest…

“Does Young Highness have any instructions?”

An Cheng bowed respectfully toward Chen Yixin, unable to understand why Chen Yixin was glaring at him sideways.

“Refine the pills. Send ninety percent to Li Kui Demon Palace. As for the rest, you are not allowed to feed them to the wells anymore.”

Chen Yixin’s words clearly carried displaced irritation.

In An Cheng and Qiu Yi’s eyes, the divine wells were sacred objects worthy of worship.

But in Chen Yixin’s eyes, they were prisons that had confined Wenren Li.

The fact that he had not destroyed them already was mercy enough.

Feeding them pills refined from the immortal herbs born through his and Wenren Li’s dual cultivation?

Absolutely not.

“Yes… ah?”

An Cheng scratched his head, unable to comprehend Chen Yixin’s logic.

Then Chen Yixin continued speaking leisurely.

“A’Li and I feeding them personally will be enough. I’m sure the divine wells will be very willing.”

“Ah… yes…”

An Cheng’s reply almost sounded tearful.

He remembered all too clearly Chen Yixin once kicking the divine wells while verbally threatening them.

Would the wells still survive properly in the future?

At the same time, he cast a pleading look toward Wenren Li, hoping he might restrain Chen Yixin somewhat.

After all, divine wells were still divine wells and should not be treated so roughly.

Yet Wenren Li acted as though he had not noticed An Cheng’s twitching eyes at all.

He merely rubbed Chen Yixin’s hair gently, indulging him completely.

An Cheng suddenly understood.

The former Great Emperor had already doted upon Chen Yixin immensely.

Now, it was likely ten times—perhaps a hundred times—worse.

Even if Chen Yixin truly broke the divine wells, Wenren Li probably would not even frown.

“Why are you frowning? Even if I really break them, A’Li can fix them anyway.”

Chen Yixin turned and glared at An Cheng before smiling brightly at Wenren Li, his tone lifting playfully.

“Right?”

“Mm.”

Wenren Li answered softly as he led Chen Yixin toward the wells.

The two divine wells now appeared far more ordinary than before.

And far more obedient too.

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