Fang Zhou's Divine Sense covered the area, probing into the situation of the altar.

Just like three years ago, the True Qi emitted by Fang Zhou and Ming Aoshuang during their battle was absorbed by the Heavenly Repair Stone on the altar.

The Heavenly Repair Stone instinctively reacted, drawing both of them inside along with itself, disappearing completely.

This scene made Fang Zhou breathe a sigh of relief; everything from three years ago hadn't changed, meaning their actions in the past to Steal Heaven and Change Earth hadn't affected subsequent history.

"Let's go!"

Fang Zhou took Aya and Ming Aoshuang away, with the Heavenly Repair Stone still in his possession, but he had no intention of returning it.

From Beiming Heavenly Phoenix's attitude, the importance of this stone was very high, and it couldn't be carelessly returned to its place.

Aside from that, the Heavenly Repair Stone was also extremely important to Fang Zhou. He needed to rely on it for positioning to use the Earth Escape Technique and Human Escape Technique.

These two escape techniques, despite being able to travel through time and move within objects, were difficult to precisely locate, possibly due to the lack of the Heavenly Style Technique.

Meanwhile, the Heavenly Repair Stone could see through the past, present, and future, and had the ability to move people, making it ideal for precise positioning for the two escape techniques.

Thus, in terms of both emotion and reason, Fang Zhou had every reason to keep the Heavenly Repair Stone and not return it.

The three left the underground ruins and arrived at the desert outside.

The desert was still frozen into winter by Beiming Heavenly Phoenix, with layers of ice forming on the sand dunes.

Even though they were still inside the Refining Immortal City and the environment had become so harsh, there was still a sense of joy at seeing the light of day again for the three.

The first thing Ming Aoshuang did upon coming out was to hastily want to see her parents.

The three could only enter the gourd again to awaken Ming Shuangqiong and Huo Ao.

Huo Ao woke up before his wife, and upon seeing Ming Aoshuang first, he immediately sat up excitedly: "Shuangqiong, are you alright?"

He mistook their daughter for his wife, as the mother and daughter looked too similar.

Ming Aoshuang was unsure how to respond, but Huo Ao soon realized: "No, you're not Shuangqiong, who are you?! Where's my wife and child?"

Fang Zhou pointed behind Huo Ao: "Look behind you."

When Huo Ao turned around, he saw his wife lying there.

"Shuangqiong!"

This time there was no mistake; Huo Ao endured his injuries and hurriedly hugged his wife, calling out.

Ming Shuangqiong slowly opened her eyes: "I'm not dead?"

She looked up, seeing Huo Ao crying tears of joy, and quickly grabbed her husband's collar: "Where's Shuang'er? Is Shuang'er okay?"

Huo Ao didn't know how to respond, as he was equally confused, and could only turn to Fang Zhou and the others.

Ming Shuangqiong also looked over, her gaze immediately drawn to Ming Aoshuang, whom she stared at intently.

Ming Aoshuang's eyes reddened, tears already rolling down her cheeks.

Fang Zhou gently pushed her back: "Go ahead."

Ming Aoshuang then rushed forward, tightly hugging her bewildered parents, sobbing loudly.

Fang Zhou and Aya quietly left, giving the family the privacy they needed.

Going to the other side of the garbage mountain, without Ming Aoshuang, it was the first time Fang Zhou and Aya were alone in three years, making the atmosphere suddenly awkward.

Three years ago, neither of them would have ever imagined their relationship would turn out like this.

Despite being very tempted by Aya's figure, Fang Zhou actually found her stiff, serious nature quite off-putting.

Similarly, Aya mostly despised Fang Zhou's behavior of messing around with relationships, and if Fang Zhou weren't the Savior, Aya wouldn't even bother talking more with him.

As things turned out, fate was unpredictable, and the Queen ultimately fell victim.

They were all adults, originally supposed to be open-minded about such matters.

But Fang Zhou belonged to the type who appeared grateful while pretending to be coerced, despite feeling overjoyed.

Meanwhile, Aya wasn't the type to be carefree either, being the Queen for so many years, still relying on her own hands to solve her physiological needs.

So this situation led to awkwardness when alone.

After a brief silence, Aya spoke first: "About our situation…"

Fang Zhou interrupted her: "I understand!"

Aya slightly relaxed, grateful that Fang Zhou understood; she didn't want their relationship to continue being too private.

However, Fang Zhou's straightforward response made the Queen feel a bit uneasy.

Fang Zhou continued: "I know you're thin-skinned, so I won't spread this around. We'll have our private time secretly; how about once every three days? Too frequent, and I worry you won't handle it."

Aya: (#￣︿￣)

She now wished she could grab the Holy Sword and chop off Fang Zhou's head.

She clearly wanted to say to let the past be past and act like it never happened.

Yet this guy misunderstood her intentions, thinking she wanted to maintain such a clandestine relationship.

And once every three days, are you trying to get yourself killed?

Seeing Aya's expressionless face, Fang Zhou cautiously suggested: "How about… every two days?"

Aya finally couldn't take it, grabbed Fang Zhou's shirt collar, warning: "I won't hold these three years against you, but this ends here, don't push it any further."

Fang Zhou, however, took the chance to hold Aya tightly: "No way, either you kill me, or at least once every five days."

"You!"

Aya was quite annoyed, wondering what this guy took her for.

Fang Zhou relied on his status as the Savior, certain Aya wouldn't harm him, persistently clinging to her.

There's no reasoning with a woman like her; one must seize the chance and be relentless.

As the saying goes, a fierce woman fears a persistent pursuer, steel is no match for wear, describing Aya perfectly.

Once the fact is established, even if dissatisfied, she would have to accept it.

If it were before they got involved, Fang Zhou wouldn't even bother with persistence; in this world, his fear was of being victimized, not victimizing others, with a bunch of beauties out there eyeing him.

But they've been together for three years now, Fang Zhou knew Aya's preferences, sensitivities down to a tee, how could this be forgotten easily.

He even harbored a bit of resentment; everyone enjoyed, yet why did it seem she suffered more.

You see Ming Aoshuang's attitude was different, always appearing as if she benefited.

Aya was quite troubled by Fang Zhou's shameless antics, struggled a bit but couldn't break free, so let him hold her.

"You think I'd serve you alongside other women?"

Her tone was slightly rigid: "You're dreaming."

Fang Zhou buried his face in her bosom, muffled: "If one doesn't have dreams, then what's the difference from a salted fish, even salted fish sometimes dreams of turning over."

Aya almost laughed in anger but could only resign herself to this unfinished trial of fate.

After a long while, Ming Aoshuang came over, eyes still a little red, but her spirit was completely different from before.

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