The Eight Empresses Betrayed Me, Only to Deeply Regret It After Being Reborn

Massive amounts of spiritual energy surged toward Lu Ye like a tidal wave.

A satisfied expression spread across Lu Ye’s face.

The sensation of growing stronger with every passing second — it was utterly intoxicating.

Such is the nature of all living things.

Every time one surpasses their previous self, it brings a pleasure incomparable to anything else.

If he continued cultivating at this pace, he would reach the Three Lives Realm in no more than three years.

The Three Lives Realm was marked by a single tribulation — the Three Lives Tribulation.

Every cultivator would inevitably face it. It was a trial of the heart.

Past Life. Present Life. Future Life.

Lu Ye was somewhat curious. With his current cultivation path, a future life might no longer exist.

Would his Three Lives Tribulation then involve his former life on Earth, his previous life as a Heavenly Lord, and his current self?

His case was exceedingly rare.

Even for Saints, achieving a second life was almost impossible.

How had the Heavenly Corpse Poison been born?

It was because a Heavenly Lord tried to live a second life but failed, becoming a strange being with a muddled soul, a Dao heart enshrouded in haze, forever wandering outside the bounds of life and death.

It was far too difficult.

However, there was also the possibility that his Three Lives Tribulation would involve his past life as a Heavenly Lord, his current self, and an unknown future.

Cultivate!

Keep cultivating!

I’ll just keep cultivating!

Meanwhile, Chu Ling had also entered the Chaos Dojo. There, she absorbed numerous sword Daos, causing the Daos of many sword cultivators to crumble.

From afar, she had gazed at Lu Ye.

Her eyes were filled with infatuation and unwavering determination.

Though she hadn’t uttered a single word to Lu Ye, the affection in her eyes was as soft as autumn water.

Lu Ye didn’t spare her a glance.

Of course, doing what she did, Chu Ling undoubtedly made countless enemies.

But to Chu Ling, that didn’t matter.

The saying goes: once you’re buried under a mountain of debt, you no longer fear more; once covered in lice, you no longer feel the itch.

She could still remember the factions she had provoked so far, but if she continued ascending through the heavens, there would come a point where she would no longer be able to count them.

By then, everyone would want her dead.

Tribulation. Ascension.

...

As for the other two —

Bai Qiulan and Yue Hongling.

They didn’t leave the Chaos Dojo immediately but stayed until the very end.

The repelling force within the dojo grew increasingly intense.

Yue Hongling watched Bai Qiulan warily, her eyes filled with suspicion.

“You don’t need to look at me like that,” Bai Qiulan said calmly. “You can withstand the Primordial Morning Mist, and I can endure the Twin Yin Marrow Worms.”

“Hongling, right now, you and I only have each other to rely on. We can earn our husband’s forgiveness. Even if it means death, we should die for his sake. Dying in pain right now would be meaningless!”

“So, you must endure. If you can’t hold on, think of your senior brother. Think of your Invincible Dao!”

Yue Hongling exhaled a shaky breath.

She nodded firmly.

Her tone, for once, was gentle.

“Master, you must endure too. When Senior Brother is willing to forgive us, all our suffering will come to an end.”

Bai Qiulan nodded solemnly.

Yes, all the suffering would eventually end...

The two of them finally chose to leave — or rather, they were forced to leave.

The moment the Daos returned to their bodies, tearing through the void, both of them let out simultaneous, agonizing screams.

“Aaahhh...”

Their shrill, heart-wrenching cries would make anyone shudder.

Especially Yue Hongling’s screams — she seemed to be revealing the most excruciating agony she had ever experienced.

Wisps of white mist seeped from Yue Hongling’s body.

She twisted and writhed on the ground, blood streaming from her seven orifices.

What kind of pain was this?

She had endured the pain of the Yin Poison, prided herself on her tolerance for suffering, yet when the Primordial Morning Mist erupted —

No pain she had ever experienced could compare to this.

At that moment, she wanted to die.

Truly, she wanted to die.

She couldn’t comprehend how such pain could even exist.

Bai Qiulan was surrounded by chaotic Yin energy.

She was screaming too, but when she saw Yue Hongling’s condition, she forced herself to bear the violent movements of the Twin Yin Marrow Worms writhing inside her.

“Hongling, Hongling, hold on...”

“Kill me! Kill me!!”

Yue Hongling screamed hysterically. The pain was unbearable. “Kill me, please kill me!”

She would rather die than endure such agony.

“Hongling, endure it. We still need to find your Senior Brother. We still need to reunite with him.”

“It hurts!”

“It hurts so much!”

“Kill me, I beg you, kill me! I beg you! Aaaahhhh...”

The terrifying nature of the Primordial Morning Mist — Yue Hongling had only heard of it.

She knew it was incredibly painful since it could affect even a Heavenly Lord.

Among all living creatures, perhaps only Saints could ignore the pain of the Primordial Morning Mist.

A trace or two was manageable, but what if there was too much?

Clearly, the amount Shen Xitong had given Yue Hongling was anything but small.

“Master, kill me, kill me!”

Yue Hongling knew that the more she struggled, the more intense the pain became.

The most rational and calm approach would be to lie still, motionless, to minimize the pain.

But she couldn’t do it!

She just couldn’t!

The pain was not something a human could endure. She could only thrash about; she could only thrash about.

Her head smashed against the ground, creating a deep crater.

Her body shot into the sky, only to crash back down, shattering mountains one after another.

“Kill me!”

“Kill me!!”

Under such ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) pain, the concept of losing consciousness simply didn’t exist.

Back when Lu Ye had experienced the eruption of the Primordial Morning Mist, he had smashed the corpse of an ancient god to pieces. And that was Lu Ye —

A man who had died nine times.

What was more terrifying — pain or death?

The pain of dying was the most terrifying.

But to endure the pain that had caused Lu Ye to lose control and crush the ancient god’s corpse, one could only imagine.

Bai Qiulan’s face turned ashen.

She was so cold; she could barely stay conscious.

The agony of the Primordial Morning Mist would last for seven days.

If Yue Hongling continued like this, she might really do something foolish.

Bai Qiulan had barely formed that thought —

When Yue Hongling could no longer endure it. Her energy began to surge wildly, and she was on the verge of self-destruction.

Bai Qiulan’s expression changed drastically. In an instant, she appeared before Yue Hongling. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

In that moment, an overwhelming surge of Chaotic Yin Energy froze Yue Hongling solid.

She knew that freezing Yue Hongling would only exacerbate her suffering.

But it was better than letting her self-destruct or allowing her soul to shatter from the pain.

The Chaotic Yin Energy completely encased Yue Hongling’s soul.

Seeing that Yue Hongling made no attempt to break free from the ice, Bai Qiulan finally released a pained scream.

Frost quickly spread across her body.