The Journey of Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 1147 - 614: Reunion

Chang Tian had never believed in Heavenly Destiny, yet as he held the body in his arms, he found himself unexpectedly grateful to Heaven in his heart.

When she lay in front of him, fragrant and lifeless as jade, he was willing to give up everything to save her. Now as she finally opened her eyes again, he felt there could be no sight more beautiful in the world than this.

His heart finally beat joyfully, and warmth returned to his chest.

After a long while, he slightly loosened his hold on her, unsurprised to see her little face flushed red with suppressed anger, her eyes full of indignation, yet she didn’t open her mouth.

She was held so tightly, yet she didn’t struggle.

Chang Tian carefully observed her, suddenly feeling worried: "Xiao Xian, do you still remember me?"

Her chin rested in the nook of his neck. As Chang Tian leaned down and whispered softly in her ear, she narrowed her eyes slightly, her apricot-shaped eyes showing signs of comfort, like a cat being scratched at its favorite spot, but still she did not speak.

Something felt off. Suppressing the overwhelming joy in his heart, he said in a deep voice, "Do you remember me? Speak, say who I am."

Ning Xiaoxian immediately opened her eyes wide, staring at him unblinkingly. Her eyes shone with a brilliance, as if there were a thousand words to say, but after a few seconds, they all turned into grievance, and tears suddenly fell without warning.

Yes, this girl’s eyes were so expressive that one glance was enough for him to know she still remembered him.

"Good girl, don’t cry." He tenderly wiped away the tears, salty and bitter, then kissed her fair forehead. The emotions in her eyes were too complex; he identified surprise, relief, confusion, and fear, knowing her memories were intact, at least those concerning him. His heart was bursting with joy, feeling his life had never been this perfect before.

Having the memories of him, she was truly herself.

However, why could she not speak? Chang Tian pondered for a moment, then placed his hand on her temples, using the Soul Searching Technique. But just as the Secret Technique was activated, he saw her frantically blinking, her eyes filled with fear and pain.

He quickly stopped, no longer daring to use the technique.

Ning Xiaoxian was extremely anxious!

She was still in a daze when she was awakened by a familiar and chilling killing aura. It took great effort to open her eyes, and sure enough, the first sight was that familiar and beautiful face, though now his features were openly intense and earnest, something he had never shown before.

Most importantly, this unknown space was clearly not the God Demon Prison; he indeed had obtained the long-desired freedom. This peculiar place also couldn’t be the Netherworld, because leaning in Chang Tian’s embrace allowed her to clearly feel his divine power surging like a vast ocean, hiding infinite might and terror beneath its calm.

He was no longer a prisoner trapped in the prison. His complexion looked infinitely better than before in the God Demon Prison, his facial features still incomparably beautiful, his face like a carved jade, flawless but also cold as jade. Now his demeanor was solemn, causing ordinary people to not dare to look directly at him, as if they couldn’t meet the sun’s gaze.

Ordinary people excluded her. She gazed at him with a foolish admiration for a long time, feeling like she couldn’t see enough, and then realized the problem:

When she tried to reach out and touch his face, she discovered, to her frustration, that she couldn’t move at all! She couldn’t even lift her head or move her little finger.

When Chang Tian leaned down to speak, she couldn’t even open her mouth to respond.

She lacked the strength to open her mouth; how could this be?

Wait, something wasn’t right. She carefully experienced this peculiar sensation. It wasn’t that she lacked strength; it was as if her body simply wouldn’t respond, like a puppet with cut strings, unable to command this body to act, not even to open her eyes, which should have been effortless but consumed immense spiritual energy for her.

Chang Tian disliked wearing undergarments. Today he wore a pure black robe trimmed with gold, accentuating his tall and straight figure, such bold and luxurious colors truly suited him. Of course, most importantly, from her current angle, she could just make out a glimpse of his exquisite and beautiful collarbone, faintly showing between the collar.

"Beautiful bones" was not merely reserved for a woman’s collarbone, oh.

Yet, she couldn’t even move a finger, couldn’t even drool over the handsome man before her. How could she handle this?!

Seeing her big eyes anxiously rolling around, Chang Tian found it somewhat amusing, the previous impatience instantly dissipating. This girl always had a way of soothing the fire in his heart, whether intentionally or unintentionally.