"Truly worthy of the Sword Sovereign."

"Without his Asura Armor, her senior brother, even at the Half-step Divine Venerate Realm, is still no match for the Sword Sovereign at the tenth layer of the Divine Monarch Realm."

"The Sword Sovereign is incredibly strong, truly deserving of being the number one swordmaster in our Daluo Region..."

Many cultivators below gazed at the incomparably graceful figure, their eyes filled with frenzied admiration.

However, a flicker of concern crossed the eyes of some. After all, the young man in black had said before his demise that he was merely one of his incarnations. His true body had already cultivated to the Divine Sovereign Realm. With such a cultivation base, if he were to come to the Daluo Region to challenge the Sword Sovereign, she would likely not be his opponent.

"The Grand Heavenly Ceremony concludes here. Thank you all for your presence."

The Sword Sovereign's cool and clear voice suddenly spread from the air, announcing the end of the grand event.

Many cultivators stared blankly at the stunningly beautiful Sword Sovereign in the void, seemingly unwilling to depart.

The Sword Sovereign turned to leave. But before departing, she looked deeply at the man in white standing in the square. As if remembering something, a painful expression suddenly flickered in her eyes.

The next moment, the Sword Sovereign vanished into thin air.

"Wait for me here."

Seeing the painful look in Liu Yiyi's beautiful eyes, a string in Ye Yun's heart was suddenly tugged. He sighed, patted the Nether Blood Green Wooden Dragon's shoulder, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Ye Yun naturally understood Liu Yiyi's feelings. His white robes, the familiar silhouette, and those familiar last words had all stirred memories buried deep in Liu Yiyi's heart from a hundred thousand years ago.

According to Ye Yun's guess, Liu Yiyi must have gone off to some secluded place to cry again. There was no way around it; the stronger a woman appeared on the outside, the softer and more vulnerable she often was on the inside.

At this moment, Ye Yun quietly appeared before a Jade Bamboo Tower on the back mountain of the Sword Cloud Sect. There, he saw Liu Yiyi in the Bamboo Building.

Ye Yun's eyes flickered. Before him, the Sword Sovereign renowned throughout the Daluo Region was weakly sinking to the ground. She held a piece of peachwood in her left hand and a silver knife in her right, continuously carving the wood.

As she carved, she couldn't stop crying. She was heartbroken, her beautiful face tear-streaked like a pear blossom in the rain.

Seeing Liu Yiyi crying her eyes out, Ye Yun, for some reason, suddenly felt an urge to laugh. However, he took a deep breath and suppressed it.

Ye Yun approached the Bamboo Building. His steps were light, and he exuded no aura whatsoever.

The Sword Sovereign, bowed in sorrow, had no sense that someone had entered.

The door was gently pushed open.

Ye Yun walked in, standing behind Liu Yiyi like a phantom.

"SOB..."

Liu Yiyi carved as she wept, her grief now even more intense. Her tears streamed down, soaking a large patch of her robe and dampening the peachwood in her hand.

Ye Yun smiled.

This little girl is truly heartbroken, he thought. But reflecting on it, he understood.

A flash of white light enveloped Ye Yun's face, and his appearance changed. He had returned to his original form.

Ye Yun continued to stand quietly behind Liu Yiyi, gazing at the familiar back, and remained silent, allowing her to vent her inner sadness.

"Brother Yun, you've been dead for a hundred thousand years, yet I'm still alive. This feeling is too agonizing. Every time I think of you, I carve a doll..."

As Liu Yiyi cried, she constantly turned the silver knife. Wood shavings fell one after another, and the peachwood quickly transformed into a lifelike doll.

Ye Yun looked at the doll and couldn't help but smile.

This Liu Yiyi, this master of the Sword Dao, possesses truly exceptional carving skills. Except for the lack of facial features, the doll's aura and image were almost identical to his.

This girl, she has truly suffered... Ye Yun sighed inwardly, his gaze softening.

He gently reached out, intending to pat Liu Yiyi's small head.

Suddenly, his hand froze in mid-air.

Because Liu Yiyi spoke again.

"Brother Yun, that detestable Senior Brother of mine destroyed all the dolls here yesterday! They were my painstaking work of a hundred thousand years, and now everything is gone! I hate him so much..."

Liu Yiyi lifted the peachwood doll in her left hand, her gaze fixed on it as she sobbed heavily.

Just then, a warm and familiar voice suddenly resounded from behind her.

"The peachwood dolls may be gone, but I, a living, breathing person, have come... Yiyi, how about that? Isn't this a surprise?"

Hearing this voice, Liu Yiyi froze.

How can this voice sound so much like her Brother Yun, speaking right in her ear? The tone, the inflection, the cadence—it's all identical!

While she was still in shock, a gentle hand suddenly rested on her head.

"Ah... Who is it?"

Startled, Liu Yiyi immediately shot up like an agile monkey and spun around. With a flash of silver light, a treasured sword appeared in her hand.

"What, Yiyi? Planning to murder your dear husband?"

Gazing at the panic-stricken Liu Yiyi, Ye Yun withdrew his hand and smiled faintly.

Liu Yiyi pointed her sword at Ye Yun, her eyes widening as if they would pop out of their sockets. She stared at him in utter disbelief.

In that moment, tumultuous waves surged in Liu Yiyi's heart. The white-robed figure before her was actually Ye Yun, the man she had longed for for a hundred thousand years. Her beloved Brother Yun.

But hadn't Ye Yun been dead for a hundred thousand years? How could he suddenly appear before her?

Could it be... that all of this is just an illusion? Did someone exploit her emotional vulnerability to cast an Illusion Technique, tricking her?

"Who exactly are you?" Liu Yiyi bit her lip, suppressing her tumultuous emotions, and asked in a trembling voice.

"I'm Ye Yun! Yiyi, I've come to find you," Ye Yun said with a laugh.

At that moment, he was reminded of the time he'd climbed out of his coffin back in the day, scaring Luo Li half to death. It was just like this.

"Don't try to deceive me! Brother Yun has been dead for a hundred thousand years! Tell me, who are you?" Liu Yiyi asked warily.

"You silly girl, why don't you believe me?" Ye Yun chuckled, drew a sword, and casually performed the Nine Heavens Lotus Sutra.

This swordsmanship was something he and Liu Yiyi had created together.

"The Ni... Nine Heavens Lotus Sutra... Is it really you, Brother Yun?"

Watching the white-robed figure before her slowly execute the Nine Heavens Lotus Sutra, Liu Yiyi was overwhelmed with emotion, on the verge of breaking down.

"It's me! Silly girl, I really didn't die. I came from the Cangnan Continent, and as soon as I entered the Divine Land, I came looking for you." Ye Yun sheathed the sword and opened his arms to Liu Yiyi.

"Brother Yun!" Liu Yiyi cried out, overcome with emotion.

At this very moment, she finally confirmed that the person before her was indeed Ye Yun.

She dropped her sword and rushed toward him like a streak of light.

Ye Yun pulled Liu Yiyi tightly into his arms.

Embracing Liu Yiyi, who was fragrant, warm, and smoother than jade, and feeling her stunning curves, Ye Yun raised his eyebrows. He laughed and said, "Silly girl, it's been a hundred thousand years, and your figure is still as good."

"Brother Yun, you're teasing me again." Liu Yiyi, who had been sobbing uncontrollably, suddenly burst into laughter through her tears. A rosy blush spread across her beautiful face.

"I'm not joking, haha..." Ye Yun chuckled, and his hand slid down to rest on Liu Yiyi's pert bottom. "It's been a hundred thousand years, your figure hasn't changed at all, and neither have you. Still so endearingly naive, so adorable..."

Ye Yun retracted his hand, lightly tapping Liu Yiyi's fair little nose with his index finger.

Having her bottom caressed by her beloved and then her nose playfully tapped, Liu Yiyi turned bright red. She blushed delightfully, feeling so happy she thought she might die.

At this moment, the famously invincible Sword Sovereign of the Daluo Region flushed as red as a ripe apple. Her head was lowered slightly, and she looked as bashful as a bride-to-be.

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