This Starry Sky Magic Meteorite prepared by Meng Tuoluo came from an extremely mysterious channel.
In fact, not even she herself had seen what this Starry Sky Magic Meteorite inside looked like.
In truth, it was completely different from those previous Starry Sky Magic Meteorites.
The Starry Sky Magic Meteorite deep within the Hell Chasm, although absolute darkness, was ultimately solid matter, which even the Dragon Gold Sword could not cleave apart, and no flame could burn.
The Starry Sky Magic Meteorite brought by Meng Tuoluo, however, was more like a mass of pure darkness, an ethereal energy body, lacking even weight.
Lan Ling’s blood bath was still continuing.
This Starry Sky Magic energy body was practically decomposing, decomposing, decomposing…
The terrifying black hole devouring energy blended entirely into the fresh blood, surging frantically into Lan Ling’s body, into the depths of his heart.
Lan Ling, meanwhile, seemed entirely oblivious.
His Golden Bloodline devoured all of this almost greedily, regardless of whether it was pure bloodline energy or terrifying black hole devouring energy.
Desperately devouring, devouring…
The Blood Pool continued to boil.
Along with Lan Ling’s devouring, the colour of the blood within the Blood Pool grew paler and paler.
The Starry Sky Magic energy body inside the crystal box grew smaller and smaller.
Princess Shayan and Meng Tuoluo could not help feeling burning anxiety in their hearts, for the scene of Lan Ling being crippled that they wished to see had still not occurred.
More and more black hole devouring energy entered Lan Ling’s body, yet he seemed completely unaware, and his body showed no anomaly whatsoever.
Time slipped by, minute by minute, second by second…
A quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour, one hour…
A full hour and a half passed.
The boiling of the Blood Pool ceased, and the originally scalding, scarlet Blood Pool had now turned utterly clear, as though clearer than the cleanest water in the world.
The Wedding Dance of Moon Sacrifice had ended.
Lan Ling’s blood bath had ended…
Meng Tuoluo and Shayan were astounded.
Could it be that the Starry Sky Magic Meteorite had lost its effect? Or perhaps that crystal box had failed to crack open?
Otherwise, why was Lan Ling completely unharmed?
At this moment, Lan Ling clearly sensed that his internal energy cultivation had risen by roughly one rank.
He let out a long breath of relief and half sat up.
Yet right at this moment…
Lan Ling’s body suddenly trembled violently, and his mind turned into complete nothingness.
Every pore of his body, his mental domain, all his meridians, and even the depths of his heart, shut down violently in an instant.
At this split second.
Lan Ling’s heart stopped beating, and his brain domain ceased thinking.
Darkness suddenly fell before his eyes, and his entire mental domain turned instantly into complete nothingness.
This sensation was almost identical to plunging into the disguised Netherworld Chasm, identical to the sensation of true death.
At the same time, thousands of miles away, the Death Warriors turned into walking corpses, frozen motionless where they stood.
Just what kind of energy was this, to instantly halt all his vitality, all his energy, all his spirit.
However, this process was extremely brief, lasting less than approximately 0.01 seconds, feeling like an illusion.
Almost instantaneously, Lan Ling fully recovered, without the slightest discomfort.
He stepped out of the Blood Pool, completely naked.
The moment he walked out of the Blood Pool, with a loud bang, an immensely colossal surge of energy burst violently from within his body, resembling the sonic boom produced by a supersonic fighter jet.
This was an energy eruption.
When he was inside the Blood Pool, countless external energies had surged in frantically, creating immense pressure. To maintain balance, Lan Ling’s body also had to erupt with a surge of energy at every moment to counteract the external pressure.
Now, Lan Ling had walked out of the Blood Pool, and this pressure vanished, so the energy tightly bound to his body’s surface suddenly vented outwards, creating this effect similar to a sonic boom.
Merely through this energy eruption, many supreme experts present clearly sensed that Lan Ling’s cultivation had reached a Six-Star Demon Grandmaster.
At such a young age, he had actually broken through to a Six-Star Demon Grandmaster.
In other words, this grand Wedding Dance of Moon Sacrifice had raised Lan Ling’s cultivation by a whole rank.
Meng Tuoluo and Princess Shayan were completely dumbfounded.
Why was this so? The bloodline energy within Lan Ling’s body should have been devoured entirely clean, right?
The Starry Sky Magic Meteorite possessed the most terrifying black hole devouring energy, which no one in this world could resist.
Even ancient demons were powerless to resist it, otherwise how could the Demon Capital of the ancient Doom Empire have vanished in an instant?
The so-called power of the stars, that mysterious force that had annihilated the ancient Doom Empire in an instant, must have been this kind of Starry Sky Magic Meteorite.
This energy was so defying of the heavens, so why was Lan Ling still completely unharmed?
Something must have gone wrong in between.
At this moment, the Little Rakshasa King’s gaze fell upon Lan Ling’s lower body and said, “Everyone can bear witness that our Prince Consort Lan Ling possesses a massive fellow, fully capable of making Princess Shayan hover between life and death, and fully capable of branching out the lineage for the Rakshasa royal family.”
The moment these words came out, everyone’s gaze shifted towards a certain part of Lan Ling.
“Lan Ling, you said it was love at first sight with Princess Shayan,” the Little Rakshasa King said. “I have adapted your words slightly. The so-called love at first sight means that the first time you see a certain woman, you want to bed her until she weeps, correct?”
Here it came again!
This ice-cold handsome man who looked like a sculpture, this Little Rakshasa King with a frozen expression, was once again using this incomparably solemn tone to utter such disgraceful, vulgar jokes.
“That is correct…” Lan Ling said.
The Little Rakshasa King said, “Then fulfil your promise now, and bed your Princess Shayan until she weeps!”
Having said that, the Little Rakshasa King turned directly and departed, returning to his own residence without greeting anyone, nor offering any farewell.
“Lan Ling, if Princess Shayan refuses tonight, tell me, and I shall expel her from the Rakshasa royal family tomorrow.” By the time these words reached everyone’s ears, his figure had already vanished.
Immediately afterwards, all the guests began to disperse.
Before long, on the entire vast square, only Lan Ling, Princess Shayan, and the fake Commandery Princess Yudie remained.
Princess Shayan approached Lan Ling, looking him up and down for quite a while, wanting to sense any trace of him being crippled.
However, she was destined to be disappointed.
Lan Ling was still alive and kicking, showing not the slightest hint of having his vitality devoured.
“Yudie, lead him back to the bridal chamber,” Princess Shayan said.
“Yes!” Yudie said, and then, keeping her eyes away from Lan Ling, she said coldly, “Follow me.”
Having said that, she left directly.
Lan Ling followed behind, still without a stitch of clothing on him, as no one had brought him any garments.
The two walked towards the bridal chamber arranged for Lan Ling within the Rakshasa Prince’s Manor.
Once Lan Ling and Yudie had both vanished.
Princess Shayan could no longer hold back, swiftly climbing up the pyramid and entering the Blood Pool.
Soon, at the bottom of the Blood Pool, she found that crystal box, which had an obvious crack on it, but inside was entirely empty, with no Starry Sky Magic Meteorite whatsoever.
What… what on earth was going on?
Where had the Starry Sky Magic Meteorite gone?
Of course, Princess Shayan would never know that this Starry Sky Magic energy body had already entirely entered Lan Ling’s body, devoured into his energy bloodline.
Recalling how her elder brother, the Rakshasa Crown Prince, had been defending Lan Ling all along, she quickly arrived at a conclusion.
The Little Rakshasa King had long since witnessed her and Meng Tuoluo’s plot, and had thus removed the Starry Sky Magic Meteorite inside this crystal box in advance.
But, why?
On what grounds was her elder brother, the Little Rakshasa King, so good to Lan Ling?
Lan Ling was clearly the mortal enemy of the entire Rakshasa royal family, and even more so the mortal enemy of the Little Rakshasa King himself.
Slamming the crystal box fiercely to the ground, Princess Shayan turned and departed.
She wanted to leave the Little Rakshasa Prince’s Manor directly and return to her Princess Shayan Manor.
However, a shadow warrior resembling a ghost suddenly appeared behind her, saying, “Your Highness Princess, the Little Rakshasa King has decreed that you proceed to Lord Lan Ling’s bridal chamber.”
Princess Shayan’s face turned cold as she said, “And what if I refuse to go?”
The shadow warrior made no sound, but completely blocked Princess Shayan’s path, and no matter which way Princess Shayan moved, he consistently barred the way ahead.
“Dog of a slave, get out of the way!” Princess Shayan shouted sharply.
The shadow warrior said calmly, “Your Highness Princess, do not infuriate the master.”
These words were already exceptionally grave, for if Princess Shayan dared to act wilfully any further, the next step would be the arrival of true punishment.
Once the Little Rakshasa King spoke the punishment, it would be something Princess Shayan could hardly bear.
At this moment, Princess Shayan was truly, entirely unable to understand.
Why? Why?
Why was the Little Rakshasa King so good to Lan Ling?
Not only marrying her to him, but even forcing her to consummate the marriage with Lan Ling?
Bearing incomparable fury and incomparable resentment, Princess Shayan walked towards the bridal chamber.
…
It was still that small courtyard where Lan Ling had previously been kept under house arrest, which had now become his bridal chamber.
Outside, a dozen warriors still stood guard, including three formidable shadow warriors.
“Your Highness Princess, please!” The shadow warrior halted his steps and said.
Princess Shayan was so furious that her chest almost felt as though it would burst, and in doing so, her already astonishing peaks appeared even more startling in proportion.
She stepped into Lan Ling’s small courtyard.
Inside, crystal lamps and countless fresh flowers had already been laid out.
This bridal chamber was decorated in an extremely gorgeous, hazy fashion, making it a very romantic bridal chamber.
However, with the groom being so despicable, even a bridal chamber resembling a fairyland would cause incomparable misery.
After entering the bridal chamber, Lan Ling was still unclothed, seated upon a chair.
Yudie had her back turned to him, and the two did not share a single word.
Shayan glanced at Lan Ling in disgust, saying coldly, “Put on your clothes and conceal your repulsive body.”
Right at this moment, the voice of the shadow warrior outside drifted in, saying, “Your Highness Princess, the master has decreed that you must fulfil your duty, must not refuse any request of Prince Consort Lan Ling, and must branch out the lineage for the Rakshasa royal family, otherwise bear the consequences yourself!”
Hearing these words, Princess Shayan truly felt she was going mad.
Was it not enough that her elder brother, the Little Rakshasa King, had driven her to the bridal chamber, but he also had to monitor her intimacy with Lan Ling?
At this moment, Princess Shayan could no longer hold back, erupting directly, “Get lost, get lost, get lost! Go tell him that he is welcome to expel me from the Rakshasa royal family, and I shall wait right here. If he wants me to sleep with Lan Ling, it will happen over my dead body.”
After erupting, Shayan felt vastly better.
Then, the entire courtyard fell into deathly silence.
Immediately afterwards…
That shadow warrior actually departed, truly going to report to the Little Rakshasa King.
Princess Shayan’s heart trembled, and then a wave of fear welled up.
An eruption in the moment was certainly satisfying, but… the consequences were also exceptionally severe.
The Rakshasa Crown Prince kept his word, and if he said he would expel Shayan from the Rakshasa royal family, he would certainly do so.
Perhaps… the consequences would be even more miserable!
“Halt!” Princess Shayan barked coldly.
The shadow warrior stood where he was, saying, “Is Your Highness Princess willing to fulfil your duty? Are you willing to consummate the marriage with the Prince Consort?”
Endless humiliation surged into her heart, and at this moment Princess Shayan truly wished she could tear Lan Ling into ten thousand pieces, and then roar towards the outside, “Go to hell…”
And then casually leave the Little Rakshasa Prince’s Manor, leave Rakshasa City, and without waiting for the Little Rakshasa King to issue a decree, expel herself from the Rakshasa royal family.
However, such a brave and unrestrained scene was something she could only fantasise about.
The actual consequences of severing ties with the Rakshasa royal family were something she could not bear. In such a state, she would not even have a place to take shelter.
Across the Thirteen Demon Banners of the entire Rakshasa territory, which house would dare take her in?
“I am willing…” Princess Shayan said with difficulty, her originally husky voice now turning almost inaudible.
At this moment, Lan Ling was looking at her with a teasing, half-smiling gaze.
Princess Shayan turned her face away in disgust, and then looked towards Yudie, casting her a meaningful glance.
The meaning was crystal clear, which was to have Yudie take her place, acting as Princess Shayan’s substitute to consummate the marriage with Lan Ling.
Yudie’s delicate body trembled, her small face turning instantly pale as tears slipped down.
Of course, Princess Shayan’s reasons for despising Lan Ling were very complex. Yet Yudie had no right to look down on Lan Ling, even if he currently bore the face of a passer-by.
It was because she had finally managed to escape from the Near-Human race, and now she was to surrender herself to a Near-Human again? That was what she found difficult to accept.
Moreover, the most important thing was that she had to display the same stance as her mistress, Princess Shayan.
If Princess Shayan despised Lan Ling, then she had to despise him as well.
Seeing this posture from Yudie, Princess Shayan’s beautiful eyes turned cold, her expression growing stern.
Tears surged forth wildly from Yudie’s eyes, and then, in incomparable agony, she nodded her head.
Then, biting her lip in supreme misery and grievance, she unfastened her garments piece by piece, revealing her slender and delicate body.
In the Demon Realm, it was truly rare to see such a graceful, slender figure like hers, truly with a waist like a willow and a face like peach blossoms.
She bit her lip until blood appeared, and then looked at Lan Ling in agony.
This posture resembled a chaste woman about to be defiled by bandits.
The meaning conveyed by her large eyes was also crystal clear, forced sweetness was no sweetness at all, and if Lan Ling still possessed an ounce of humanity, an ounce of shame, he would not commit such a beastly act of taking advantage of someone in peril.
However…
Before she could finish displaying her sorrow and resentment.
Lan Ling lunged straight over, pinning her directly onto the bed, just like a ferocious beast.
…
The bedchamber of the Little Rakshasa King.
Meng Tuoluo’s heart was filled with unease, for why was Lan Ling unharmed?
Could he withstand the Starry Sky Magic Meteorite? That was impossible, and the only explanation was a single one.
Her husband, the Little Rakshasa King, had seen through her plot, and had thus removed that Starry Sky Magic Meteorite in advance, which was why Lan Ling had remained safe and sound during the blood bath.
The more she thought, the more uneasy she grew, so Meng Tuoluo stood up, originally intending to drape on a dressing gown, but after a slight hesitation she refrained, wearing only a seductive, charming bodice and silk trousers as she walked to the top floor of the grand hall.
The Little Rakshasa King was meditating here.
Arriving behind her husband, Meng Tuoluo reached out to caress her husband’s ear, saying softly and charmingly, “Husband, the hour is late, it is time to rest.”
The Little Rakshasa King smiled, saying gently, “I shall not sleep.”
Then, he added, “Do not overthink things, for even if you have done something wrong, I shall not blame you.”
Meng Tuoluo instantly relaxed, saying softly, “Yes.”
“Go on,” the Little Rakshasa King said.
Meng Tuoluo lowered her face, planting a kiss on the Little Rakshasa King’s hair.
Then, she stepped down from the Star Platform, returning to the room to sleep peacefully.
After she departed, the Little Rakshasa King opened eyes that shone like stars, looking up at the bright moon in the sky, and then at the stars in the heavens.
With a soft sigh.
The Little Rakshasa King said, “Lan Ling, Lan Ling…”
“Should I call you Sauron? Or should I call you His Majesty the Demon Emperor?”