In the vast and boundless abyss, a pitch-black crack appeared, its edges quivering as if it would close at any moment.

Chi Juntian brought Wen Hui back to the cliff's edge: "We take our leave."

Wen Hui looked back helplessly, exchanging a final glance with his family's young master.

Chen Weichen blinked at him, casually pulling over his left wrist to grip it before letting go.

In their youth, they would secretly sneak out, the two of them ditching the servants to wander the alleys, the young master always provoking red-eyed stray dogs to bark and chase them, one pulling the other's wrist as they frantically ran through the small alleys.

There were many ways to escape the dogs, inevitably there were times they had to split up, at those moments the hand gripping the other's wrist would tightly squeeze before letting go, each temporarily diving into a different alley, before meeting up again disheveled at the next alley entrance.

Wen Hui understood, his clear eyes showing a hint of a smile.

Chi Juntian leapt down with a whoosh.

Chen Weichen grabbed Ye Jiuya and also jumped down.

After falling, they plunged into a phantasmagoric scene.

Countless scenes turned into extremely fine fragments, flowing like colorful fine sand. Focusing on one would allow the scene within to be clearly seen.

There was the Southern Dynasty territory with withered grass stretching to the cold green mist, the Northern wastelands with no one for a hundred miles, and the resplendent magnificent immortal realm.

The crack in the void led to where they came from, leading to the entire mortal world.

When they finally saw a patch of gloomy sky and turbid fog, Chen Weichen brought Ye Jiuya down towards it, the fragments swallowing them, the sky and fog turning real as the two solidly crashed to the ground.

A light drizzle fell from the sky, the sky a dark gray, the ground flowing with moving fog.

Who knew where this was, in any case they had arrived in the demon realm.

The Heavenly River had been split open, and immortals and demons had been separated for a long time. Who knew what the situation was like here now?

Chen Weichen settled Ye Jiuya under a tree, barely sheltered from the rain.

That sword had consumed too much vital energy, who knew when he could recover.

Ye Jiuya's voice carried a trace of weak hoarseness: "Sorry, to have you come into danger."

Chen Weichen had a beauty in his arms, how could he care about danger, he only laughed lowly and said: "I'm willing to follow you, where can't I go."

He could roughly guess Ye Jiuya's original plan, to open the Platform of Life and Creation required things from the demon realm, going to the demon realm was inevitable. He would have to ask the Sword Platform to temporarily stop suppressing Guixu, and enter together with Lu Hongyan - Lu Hongyan was in the second heavenly realm, just a step away from the peak, even in the demon realm she would not encounter much danger, enough to safely wait for Ye Jiuya to recover his cultivation, before going to find the Nine Nether Heavenly Spring.

He never expected Guixu to suddenly act up, requiring the Sword Platform to bring out the Sword Mausoleum to suppress it. They had to go down before this happened. Lu Hongyan originally could have come too, but she was blocked by Lord Lanshan, resulting in the current scene of him and Ye Jiuya arriving in the demon realm.

— It was truly an unexpected delight, an unexpected delight.

The beauty had lost all his cultivation, he could do as he pleased.

When the rain lessened slightly, they walked out of the forest.

Outside the forest was an overgrown wilderness, misty with rain.

Right now, they first needed to find a place to temporarily stay.

The mortal world may not know, but the immortal sects always had some secret texts passed down for a thousand years, recording the origins of the separation of immortals and demons.

At that time, the world was not fourteen continents, but twenty-three continents, mortals were in decline, the immortal path and demon path were like fire and water, suffering countless losses, the pure qi of the immortal sects disturbed the cultivation of the demon path, while the turbid qi of the demon path made the immortal sects disgusted, the emperors of the two sides finally made a decision to separate the pure qi and turbid qi, each to be at peace.

Then based on cultivation, heroes were ranked, and after another round of battles, the demon path took nine continents, the immortal path fourteen continents.

Thus, the Heavenly River was split open, neither side disturbing the other.

As for the demon path being unsatisfied with a mere nine continents and trying to break through the Heavenly River several times, that's a later story.

The mortals in the nine continents were naturally also relegated to the demon path's territory, so there should be mortal towns here.

The two walked and stopped, finally seeing a village after a ravine.

Cooking smoke curled up, it was actually a scene of peace and tranquility, the people within dressed similarly to the Central Continent, just their skin a bit darker, probably from living under demon qi year-round.

"It doesn't seem as fierce as in storytellers' tales — immortals and demons are too far from mortals after all, however they should live is how they will live." Chen Weichen took out his brocade fan again, his refined bearing not diminished in the slightest from the upheavals.

They approached the village, an old man in the fields seeing them came over to inquire: "You two are..."

"Out traveling, accidentally lost our way," Chen Weichen asked: "Old mister, could we trouble you to stay a few days?"

The old mister was quite enthusiastic. Without a second word, he brought the two back to his own courtyard and told his wife to boil tea. Clearly, although this was the demon realm, the people were honest and kind, probably because the world was at peace — completely different from the war-torn Central Continent.

He couldn't help asking where the two came from, Chen Weichen made up a place name, looking completely lost: "My cousin and I were touring the landscape, unexpectedly a gust of gloomy wind blew and we lost consciousness, when we woke up we were here."

The old mister thought for a bit, shaking his head: "I really haven't heard of such a place, it must be too far — could it be you encountered some mystical magic?"

Chen Weichen silently made a note of the term "mystical magic" — mystical arts in the demon realm were truly suspicious, probably referring to cultivators of the demon path.

He untied the white jade pendant at his waist — he only carried these few things on him, the other jade pendant was lost in the void, this was his only remaining possession.

"Old mister, my cousin and I only thought to travel in the city outskirts, we didn't bring a single coin, only this one valuable item, right now we don't know how to get home, and I'm afraid we'll have to impose on you for many days..."

The jade was exquisite and translucent, clearly extraordinary at first glance. The old man beamed, "You two young masters need not worry. In a few days, it will be time for Marquis Youshui to select attendant disciples. The masters will come to the village to examine the children's aptitude. You just need to ask those masters with divine powers, and you'll be able to find out what's going on. They might even be able to send you two young masters back home immediately!"