The white light dissipated, and Xia Ling returned to the Firmament World.

Recently, she has become more and more obsessed with cultivation, almost returning her spirit and clearing her feelings, so she can't wait to meditate.

On the crimson land, the pure white woman's figure has become the only bright white point of light in this world.

*

Silent Abyss saw the fragments of his spirit again.

The black spirit like snowflakes naturally melted into it when it was pressed against the center of his eyebrows.

With his eyes closed, he experienced Su Ziyan's life.

When he opened his eyes, the universe under those dark and mysterious eyes was silent.

He sat on the throne, and his whole person didn't look the same, but he seemed to have some popularity, and he was not as distant as before.

There was a touch of tenderness at the corners of his eyebrows and eyes, and his face, which had always been indifferent, had a little crimson on his cheeks, and his too pale face had a poppy-like lustre.

It's fantastic!

That little bit of wholehearted gentleness, when a woman looked at Su Ziyan, it was really like looking at him!

At the bottom of her eyes, all of them reflected his appearance.

She looked at him, loved him, and loved only him!

She is willing to have children for him, and will be spoiled and jealous of him.

She...... From his body to every inch, he was ripe.

This feeling...... Let the abyss indulge, but it is not enough.

There was an indescribable jealousy that bit at him.

If it weren't for the fact that the Three Thousand Worlds couldn't withstand him, he would have already incarnated into those countless demon king spirits, as long as he could enjoy the love of the day and night in front of her, it would be enough for him to spend countless calamities in this empty world.

If he could, he would want to destroy all the spirits that weren't really him.

What's so good about these spirits? They can be treated with Xia Ling's heart, and he can only be like a hidden existence in the dark, shrinking in this lonely abyss world, reliving the spirit and the joy of Xia Ling.

He is the spirit, and the spirit will always belong to him.

But even so, when Shen Yuan was jealous of himself, he couldn't wait to smash all his spirits, as if he was jealous of another existence.

"Xia Xia...... Xia Xia ......"

In the empty palace, the woman's name is called.

Silent Abyss was immersed in an indescribably strange state, his eyes were gentle and indifferent.

His thin lips were half joyful, the other half distorted with jealousy.

……

In the past hundreds of millions of years, one by one the ancestral gods have fallen in the calamity.

Lonely Abyss had slept in the dark, spent countless lonely years, and he had long forgotten what it was like to be in the company of others.

With his pride, there was no one to stay with him at all.

But now—

His Xia Xia, so pure white, so tenacious.

She is the addiction he can't provoke, a little touch, let him automatically devour her in the blood and bones, and if he has it, he will no longer want to be separated from her.

If she is a tree that towers to the sky, then he is the snake that has been coveting her in the dark.

On the one hand, he bless her, and on the other hand, even if he exhausts all means, he wants her to be covered with his traces, and it belongs to him completely.

Caressing a small and shoddy mark on his soul, this was the system's handiwork, which linked him to Xia Ling's soul.

There is some gloom in the eyes of the lonely abyss, and it is extremely gentle.

He deepened the bonds between them.

"Live like this in pure white, forever, ...... with me"

A low voice, crushed in the palace.