"I had a dream."

"What did you dream about?"

"I dreamt of you."

"Hmph, you're lying."

Wan Lei woke up. He turned over, hugged the girl beside him, and pulled the quilt up higher.

It was so comfortable.

At this moment, Wan Lei truly wished he could be a salted fish, without dreams and without cultivation, just holding the beautiful woman in his arms and sleeping in.

"I wasn't lying, I dreamt we were fighting demons."

"Demons are a thing of the past."

"No, I think I dreamt of the future.

In the future, we will be entangled with demons for our entire lives.

Tian Suanzi cast my fortune, he was a disciple of the Tian Ji Pavilion. He said I would meet my lifelong rival in the Grand Competition of the Ten Thousand Prodigies. I used to think it was you or Wan Liuchuan, but now I think it must be the demons."

"Don't say such unlucky things. How is your injury?"

Fang Xiaoyu propped herself up, her left elbow resting on the bed, her delicate brows furrowed.

"My thunder body has recovered less than half. The cracks in my dantian have improved a bit. Perhaps they'll heal in my lifetime.

How long was I unconscious?"

"Half a year."

"Heh, another half a year has passed.

Wife, thank you for taking care of me these past six months."

Wan Lei knew better than anyone his state before he fell unconscious. At that time, he was truly like a withered and rotten piece of wood, only needing a gentle tap to completely shatter.

Now, his flesh and skin had recovered, and his hair had even grown back. If one ignored the terrifying cracks, he looked no different from an ordinary person.

It was evident how much effort Fang Xiaoyu had put in to restore him to this state while he was unconscious over the past half year.

"We're husband and wife, why thank me?"

"Hahaha."

Wan Lei hugged the girl tightly and kissed her, savoring the smooth, delicious taste.

"Ah, this is so comfortable. A warm spring night in a bridal tent."

Young Master Lei sat up and stretched.

"Huh? Why am I not wearing clothes? Were you peeking at me?"

"Peeking at you, my foot! I was observing the progress of your injury recovery."

Fang Xiaoyu shot him a glare.

"That won't do, it's unfair. You've seen all of me, so you have to let me see you too. Take off your clothes."

"Scram, you wish."

"Aiya ~ Wife ~ You just said it yourself, we're husband and wife."

"You're injured like this, and you're still thinking about that. Get lost."

"I'm going to force myself."

"You can't beat me."

"I'm so strong now, I could kill a tiger. Don't you believe me? Try me."

"Get away, I'm going out."

"No, I'm incredibly weak right now and need your care."

"...Didn't you just say you were strong enough to kill a tiger?"

"Can you two stop showing off? There's still someone here... and a dog."

The little yellow dog sitting on a chair in the distance couldn't stand it anymore.

"What business is it of yours? Go away."

Wan Lei didn't even lift his head. He gently wrapped his arm around Fang Xiaoyu, letting her lie on her side, and continued to hold her.

It was so enjoyable.

Fang Xiaoyu was extremely beautiful, known as the most beautiful woman in the Central Region, driving countless men mad. To have such a person now lying in his arms, he, Young Master Lei, felt an unprecedented sense of vanity and accomplishment.

"Tell me, tell me about that dream you just had. I'll help you analyze it. It might really be the future."

The little yellow dog hopped onto the bedside.

Wan Lei thought for a moment and recounted the dream from beginning to end.

"Just these few scenes, but it's not little. We can analyze quite a bit.

Firstly, let's assume, mind you, it's all an assumption, because it's just a dream and doesn't represent anything. Perhaps it's just the manifestation of your inner fears. Let's treat it as a puzzle game.

In your dream, there was an endless ocean of earth-yellow, there were demons, and there were humans. It also indicated it was a battlefield between the positive and negative planes.

Then, there's only one place that fits, and that's the Sea of Suffering.

But I don't know which part of the Sea of Suffering it is, as the Sea of Suffering is vast, no smaller than the positive and negative planes.

Secondly, let's analyze the composition of the people around you.

When Xiaoyu-zi is still here, it means she didn't die prematurely... Ow!"

Before the dog could finish, it was slapped by Fang Xiaoyu.

"Assumption, assumption!!!

It means Xiaoyu-zi has been by your side all along. It wasn't a mistake finding this wife. Then, the people around you, there are humans, there are demon beasts. That person who is a hundred zhang tall with a starry mark on their forehead, I haven't seen them, but I've heard them, those immortals, mention them countless times.

That's... the God Clan!!"

"Didn't you say the God Clan and the Immortal Clan are enemies?"

"The Immortal Realm, not the Immortal Clan. The Immortal Realm is strongest for humans and demon beasts. The Ghost Realm is strongest for humans and dragon clans.

A giant a hundred zhang tall with a starry mark on their forehead, only the God Clan has this characteristic. There's no mistake.

Perhaps, it is precisely because of the demon invasion that the Immortal Realm and the God Realm were forced to unite. Perhaps there were even some ghosts from the Ghost Realm in the dream, you just didn't notice, hahaha."

"Alright, enough of that. It's all vague stuff. It's more enjoyable to sleep while hugging my wife."

After speaking, Wan Lei tossed the little yellow dog aside.

He was still wondering who that familiar female figure in the spaceship was.

It wasn't the figure that was familiar, but the feeling of familiarity. Wan Lei hadn't clearly seen who that figure was.

He only remembered the emotions at that time: shock, excitement, joy, and disbelief...

"What are you thinking about?"

Fang Xiaoyu tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and rested her head slightly on Wan Lei's arm, not daring to put her full weight on it, afraid of making his arm numb.

"Nothing."

"Are you thinking about another woman?"

Young Master Lei's heart skipped a beat. Were women's sixth senses so terrifying?

"Give me the formation bead of the Myriad Demon Formation."

"Wife, I'm not thinking about another woman..."

"Do you want me to say it a second time?"

Fang Xiaoyu's eyes narrowed into a dangerous arc, scaring Young Master Lei into handing it over without a second word.

"Since you're awake, you can cultivate the formation here and recover from your injuries. I'm going out to cultivate on my own and fight thunder beasts to train myself."

"Don't go. It's so dangerous outside. How can you go alone? I have to go with you."

"Forget it. With your current injuries, it will probably take several years to recover. I can't let you hold me back all the time. I need to get stronger. You recover slowly on your own."

"Is that so? Then alright, I'll leave tomorrow. Let me hug you for one more day."

Young Master Lei was extremely reluctant, but he couldn't stop her from cultivating, could he? After all, she had stayed by his side without leaving for half a year.

"Okay."

Wan Lei gently wrapped his left arm around her shoulders, which Fang Xiaoyu was resting her head on. His left hand quietly fumbled towards that familiar, rounded, and perky spot.