Qin Chuan had also been pondering this question, but he still hadn't figured it out. The formation was gone, but he could set up a larger one himself, though its power wouldn't match the ancient formation he'd previously repaired.
The ancient formation had been forcibly broken, but they'd used the Demon God's clone summoned by the Thought Bead to break it.
Now that the Thought Bead was on him, he might be able to use it to summon something the next time the other side came. This made Qin Chuan very curious—what could he summon?
Qin Chuan smiled and hugged her even tighter.
"It's alright, I'm here, don't worry."
These words reassured the Empress. Although she was worried, she wasn't. She didn't know when it started, but she felt completely reliant on this man. With him around, she didn't have to think about anything.
She used to be very independent, relying on herself or the Imperial Tutor for everything; the two women would make the decisions. But what was happening now was completely beyond her imagination, and she didn't know what to do.
Sometimes it's like this—danger and opportunity. Only in times of danger can impossible situations arise. She hadn't expected that this man, once far inferior to them, would now become her guardian angel.
She confessed her feelings to him when he was weaker than her, actively approaching him. Perhaps this was a kind of luck, though not absolute, but certainly touching.
And it really was.
At least it had some impact. Qin Chuan had this sentiment involved; this woman's heart was pure—that was Qin Chuan's feeling, so pure. An empress, liking him so purely.
Given her current situation, the fact that she liked him to this extent made Qin Chuan unable to resist protecting and cherishing her, unknowingly treating her like a precious treasure.
The empress turned, wanting to face Qin Chuan, but the movement was a little too abrupt, the position slightly off, and her breasts, so large and firm, pressed directly against Qin Chuan's chin and lips.
Soft, elastic.
Qin Chuan felt a surge of blood rush to his head. The empress's body trembled, tensed, and she froze, her face flushed. She was wearing a thin nightgown, as she always did to keep Qin Chuan company while he rested.
Wearing only a thin nightgown, this was her limit; they could only embrace and fall asleep, and at most, kiss—that was only possible after her recent breakthrough.
Qin Chuan felt her heart race. Half his face was buried in her mouth, the fragrance intoxicating. He instinctively took a deep breath.
The Empress was completely bewildered. Her heart pounded, but her endurance was now far greater than before. She was like a small boat tossed about in a storm, yet she wouldn't capsize.
She didn't feel pain, but rather a mental emptiness, a sense of floating, like being in a weightless state. It wasn't exactly pleasant, but it wasn't painful either; it was even a little stimulating.
But the emotional and physical impact made her grit her teeth and even hug Qin Chuan's head.
Finally, Qin Chuan had taken another step forward today, finally enjoying a peach feast. The peaches were fragrant, refreshing, and incredibly vibrant, captivating Qin Chuan. He felt as if he were in a fairyland, as if he were tasting celestial wine and jade nectar.
The sight of her delicate, erect breasts, accompanied by soft smacking sounds, was so alluring that Qin Chuan was completely mesmerized, losing all sense of his surroundings.
The Empress was like a poppy in the wind, disheveled yet breathtakingly beautiful. Her beauty was unparalleled, brimming with irresistible allure, a deadly temptation that would drive anyone to the brink of disaster, even knowing full well the dangers ahead.
All for that fleeting moment of brilliance, that instant pleasure.
…
This time, things moved quickly. On the third day, someone from the other side arrived. The swift action was likely due to the deaths of three powerful beings. This time, only one person came, and a very young one at that.
He appeared to be middle-aged, neither handsome nor ugly, but possessing a commanding and composed demeanor, a mountain-like aura that immediately conveyed that this man was no ordinary person. Tall and
slender, dressed in a light-colored robe, he stood with his hands behind his back, gazing up at the imperial city, his expression devoid of joy or sorrow, his eyes calm and serene.
However, Qin Chuan had sensed his aura long ago, and was already standing on the city wall.
This was the power of a strong person, the aura of a strong person. If Qin Chuan couldn't even sense his aura, if no one in the Heavenly Kingdom could sense his aura, then the outcome would be a foregone conclusion.
Now that Qin Chuan was standing on the city wall, and given what had happened, this middle-aged man naturally knew of Qin Chuan's presence.
He was an elegant man, a young man, and also a prodigy. He appeared calm, but his heart was far from at ease.
He even considered this an unprecedented event, perhaps even the possibility of dying here.
Although he instinctively disbelieved the thought every time he considered it, he still had this feeling every time, making him uneasy, yet unable to resist the urge to act.
Martial artists all possess a spirit of challenge. It is this indomitable spirit of challenge that allows them to continuously advance and break through their own limits.
Once they lose their ambition, their spirit of challenge, become timid, afraid of death, and unwilling to give up their current comfort and enjoyment, then their cultivation will stagnate.
He might even regress. Cultivation is like rowing against the current; if you don't advance, you fall behind. Of course, while his cultivation level might not decline, his combat ability would.
Like a tiger that's still a tiger, but slowly loses its teeth and sharp claws. Without teeth and claws, how powerful can a tiger be?
Neither spoke, just stared at each other. In Qin Chuan's eyes, the man's strength was immense, so much so that even his Golden Divine Eye and Heavenly Dao Divine Sense couldn't accurately gauge it.
After all, at this level, the difference in strength between even a small realm was enormous, potentially a chasm.
Furthermore, even within the same realm, the differences were vast, not to mention weapons, supernatural powers, the Great Dao, treasures, demonic beasts, and so on.
Therefore, even with equal combat power, true combat ability varied greatly.
This is why there is no second place in martial arts.
Qin Chuan felt immense pressure, an unprecedented pressure.
"Hello!" the middle-aged man said, looking at Qin Chuan.
This surprised Qin Chuan, but he nodded anyway: "Hello, you've come to see me, right?"
"Yes, but I feel we don't need to fight right away. What do you think? How about we sit down and have a cup of tea?"
Qin Chuan was clearly taken aback. What was going on? This wasn't the usual way of doing things, but he still nodded: "Okay, you're a guest from afar, so I'll treat you."
"Then thank you in advance. Shall we go down, or shall I go up?" the man said with a smile.