This Is Not the Female Demon Lord I Remembered-Chapter 835 - 660: The Most Holy, the Most Pure; the Most Evil, the Most Vile

The atmosphere among the people in the courtyard turned somber upon learning about the plan from Chen Hua, leading to a temporary silence, with only wisps of steam rising from the cups of clear tea.

As for Chen Hua himself, it was said he needed to prepare items for the third step of the plan, so he probably would not have much free time in the near future.

The people on the Mystical Mechanism side were almost fully prepared, ready to launch an offensive in three days, regardless of whether the Abyss Army showed any signs of action.

After making his explanation, Chen Hua bid farewell to Zhou Ruanxian and incidentally took away Grandpa Ji, stating he needed his help for the preparations.

Perhaps several miles away, Chen Hua was flying swiftly towards the Refining Sect, clutching Grandpa Ji's collar.

"You're... almost at the half-step into the Tenth Realm, aren't you?"

Grandpa Ji, who was being carried listlessly by the scruff, suddenly asked.

"Hmm? About right. Why? Do you know how to break through to the Tenth Realm?"

Chen Hua, distracted by his own thoughts, snapped back to reality, glanced at Grandpa Ji, and responded with a smile.

"I don't know; I just remember that the Tenth Realm is entirely different from the previous nine realms, and its mysteries can't be spoken of unless one reaches that realm. If I were still in the Tenth Realm, I might be able to guide you a little; unfortunately, I'm no longer in that realm and have forgotten all about it."

Grandpa Ji explained casually, leaving the truth of his words known only to himself.

"But that's not what I'm asking..."

Grandpa Ji shook his head, changing the subject.

"Then what is it?"

Chen Hua was puzzled, not knowing what this little orange cat suddenly wanted to ask.

"In addition to reaching an agreement with the Heavenly Dao about the first plan... you also made another agreement with that guy, right?"

Grandpa Ji tilted his head slightly, his gaze falling upon Chen Hua's face as he asked him emphatically.

The tunneling light that Chen Hua had transformed into paused abruptly, raising his right hand to look Grandpa Ji in the eye.

A man's and a cat's gazes collided; Chen Hua looked somewhat surprised.

"You've discovered it?"

"How could I not? I was once the previous Heavenly Dao; it's possible to guess a few things."

Grandpa Ji spread his furry paws, speaking with self-evident confidence.

Chen Hua fell silent, quietly staring into Grandpa Ji's eyes for several breaths before speaking again:

"Don't tell Liang Yi and Youyi."

After saying this, Chen Hua once again drove the sword light, flying towards the Refining Sect.

"Rest assured."

Grandpa Ji murmured silently to himself, staring at the clouds swirling by, his heart filled with mysterious emotions.

On the other side, after Chen Hua left, Qinglian and Feng Luoshu also rose to bid farewell to everyone, naturally appearing on the battlefield once the war began.

"You have no reason to fight so desperately for the Mystical Mechanism Continent, do you?"

Outside the valley, Qinglian raised his head, gazing at the vast and boundless world in front of him and suddenly speaking.

Though he did not turn back, Feng Luoshu knew Qinglian was addressing him.

Neither of them belonged to the Human Race; strictly speaking, they aren't even part of the Mystical Mechanism faction, so the loss of the Mystical Mechanism Continent wouldn't significantly impact them.

Yet here they were, choosing to fight for Mystical Mechanism.

"Are you... doubting me?"

A raspy voice emanated from beneath Feng Luoshu's hood, asking in return.

"And if I said yes, what would you think?"

Qinglian turned around, his tone indifferent, looking calmly at Feng Luoshu.

As a Blood Demon, Feng Luoshu embodies the ultimate evil under heaven, and as pure and sacred as the Void Creation Green Lotus, Qinglian could not fully trust Feng Luoshu.

After all, he was a being from the First Epoch and had witnessed the terror of the Blood Demon of that time, whose madness nearly obliterated both sides of Mystical Mechanism and Abyss.

No Cultivator who hadn't lived through that period could fathom the sheer horror the Blood Demon instilled, forcing both Mystical Mechanism and Abyss to temporarily cease fighting to deal with him first.

Thus, upon learning of Feng Luoshu's existence, Qinglian remained vigilant, uncertain if this lazy Blood Demon could manage the primal craving for blood and life merely out of simple laziness.

While Feng Luoshu had never attacked Mystical Mechanism Cultivators but only aligned against Abyss Cultivators on the battlefield, Qinglian still couldn't rest easy, fearing it was merely a front.

Perhaps his true intent was to let Mystical Mechanism and Abyss weaken each other, then exploit the opportunity?

Bringing Feng Luoshu here, Qinglian also intended to gauge Chen Hua's stance.

However, Chen Hua seemed very assured about him, openly discussing his plans in front of the Blood Demon, suggesting he would likely be part of these plans.

Therefore, Qinglian ceased probing, choosing to ask straightforwardly instead.

"You aren't... an Abyss Continent Cultivator, are you? Or, upon reaching the Tenth Realm... your Qinglian World and the Mystical Mechanism World might be adversaries."

Feng Luoshu didn't directly answer Qinglian's question, instead asking one of his own.

"Conflict is for later, besides, I've known the Mystic Mechanism Heavenly Dao for quite a while, even though he inexplicably vanished."

Qinglian scratched his head, showing a wistful expression. Although he wouldn't call himself close friends with the Mystic Mechanism Heavenly Dao, they'd exchanged the term "Daoist friend," reflecting a reasonably amicable relationship.

Regrettably, after the second Abyss invasion, the guy mysteriously vanished, and the Mystic Mechanism World birthed a new Heavenly Dao.