Both Zhao Changhe and Piaomiao were certain this was precisely the time they had sought. Aside from feeling utterly drained, everything had gone perfectly. No harm had befallen their souls. Only some slight tremors remained.0

Piaomiao bit her lower lip softly, her soul flushed with anticipation. “Should we… forge my physical body now?”0

Her intent was clear. She wanted to indulge openly in pleasures she had long suppressed, offering herself willingly.0

On the day of the heavens’ collapse, Zhao Changhe had abandoned all quests for ancient secrets, dedicating himself entirely to her happiness. Amidst ten li of blooming flowers, Piaomiao realized her feelings were no longer simply affection. She could not bear to leave him. The doubts regarding his heart matching hers vanished as he had already proven the truth in his words.0

Zhao Changhe said, “From what I saw, we created your body within the Abyss of Jiuyou. I don’t know exactly why it had to be there, especially seeing as it was so dark, cold, and lifeless. I mean, even the lotus platform’s breath of life couldn’t dispel the chill.”0

Resting in his embrace, Piaomiao pondered quietly. “Perhaps it’s because the Abyss of Jiuyou marks the boundary between life and death. It is the Underworld, in a sense. My rebirth likely requires the essence of that place.”0

“Perhaps,” Zhao Changhe murmured, drawing her closer and kissing her softly. “Following the signs I’ve seen can’t be wrong, but there’s no rush. We’re both exhausted. We should rest and recover first.”0

Recovery, naturally, meant dual cultivation.0

Piaomiao closed her eyes submissively, allowing him to loosen...0