Ultimate: Fishing Through the Heavens, Starting with Five Enlightenment Templates

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But at this moment, her stunningly beautiful face, which could captivate all beings, bore traces of undried tears, and her beautiful eyes were slightly red and swollen.

Tiny water droplets clung to her long eyelashes, shimmering faintly under the light.

Clearly, the immense loss of power and becoming a prisoner had caused this proud succubus to experience a silent breakdown.

Lan Tianyu's eyes were indifferent, and his heart was completely unmoved.

Tears of the Demon?

It's just crocodile tears.

They don't deserve any sympathy.

He just didn't know if the other party could abstain from grains after losing their demonic energy.

If that doesn't work, I'll need to prepare some dinner later.

What a hassle!

Thinking of this, a hint of impatience appeared on his face.

If you're unhappy, you'll naturally want to vent your frustration as soon as possible.

He teleported to Zi Yan's side and casually slapped her exquisite curves.

Snapped!

A crisp but not heavy tapping sound rang out.

It wasn't very strong, but it was enough to wake someone from their sleep.

"Well……"

Ziyan slept soundly and even had a dream.

In her dream, she was embracing her long-missed mother, pouring out her grievances, and the warm feeling intoxicated her.

Suddenly, a slightly stinging sensation came from behind her, abruptly pulling her back to reality from her sweet dream.

She sat up abruptly, her beautiful purple eyes instantly igniting with cold killing intent and rage.

Who dares to desecrate her like this?

Really looking for death!

However, when her gaze focused and she saw Lan Tianyu standing beside the sofa, looking down at her with a half-smile, she realized...

The rising anger was extinguished instantly, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head, leaving only a bone-chilling cold and humiliation.

Yes, she is no longer the high and mighty descendant of the Demon Lord.

Instead, she was this man's prisoner, her life and death no longer in her own hands.

"woke up?"

"Come with me!"

Lan Tianyu gave the order, his voice revealing neither joy nor anger.

Zi Yan bit her pink lips, a hint of struggle and resentment flashing in her beautiful eyes.

But in the end, she silently stood up, head bowed, like a delicate doll that had lost its soul, and followed behind Lan Tianyu.

Lan Tianyu led Zi Yan straight to the master bedroom.

After the two entered, the heavy door slammed shut behind them, cutting them off from the outside world.

The master bedroom was dimly lit, yet it made Zi Yan feel an invisible sense of suffocation.

Lan Tianyu turned around, a playful smile on his face, his gaze fixed on her as if it were a physical object.

That gaze was full of scrutiny, inquiry, and a hint of undisguised malice.

Zi Yan's heart clenched, and she instinctively stepped back, her back quickly hitting the cold wall.

There is no way back!

Lan Tianyu took a step forward, his tall figure instantly enveloping her completely.

He raised one arm and slammed it against the wall next to Zi Yan's ear with a thud, creating a very imposing wall-slamming pose.

An invisible pressure, like a mountain, crashed down.

Zi Yan felt her breathing suddenly become difficult, as if a boulder was pressing on her chest, and her delicate body trembled slightly uncontrollably.

Her pretty face flushed with an alluring blush due to lack of oxygen.

The supple black tail behind it was now swaying uneasily from side to side, like a frightened snake.

The two were very close, only a fist's width apart.

Lan Tianyu could even clearly smell a delicate fragrance emanating from Zi Yan, a fragrance that was both refreshing and deadly alluring.

He held his breath, his sharp, hawk-like gaze sweeping over her chest, which rose and fell slightly with tension.

It brushed past her lips, which appeared exceptionally red from biting them.

The image finally settled on her pair of purple eyes, filled with fear and humiliation.

Feeling Zi Yan's breathing becoming increasingly rapid and her body tense to the limit, Lan Tianyu knew that the time was almost right.

Next, it's time to gather information about the demon realm.

"Next, I'll ask you a question, and you answer it. Can you do it?"

Lan Tianyu asked coldly, his voice devoid of any warmth.

"can!"

Zi Yan lowered her head, her voice barely audible.

"My first question is, what is your purpose in coming to the Gold Dimension?"

Although this question had been asked before, Lan Tianyu needed to confirm the details and use it as the starting point for the interrogation.

Zi Yan trembled, not daring to look up, and whispered:

"Specifically, it is about harvesting the resources of this space-time, including living beings, souls, energy, and everything of value."

She answered clearly, knowing that hiding it at this moment was pointless.

If the lie is exposed, it will only bring about a more terrible punishment.

"very good."

Lan Tianyu nodded slightly, acknowledging Zi Yan's cooperation, but this was far from enough.

"The second question is, who sent you to the Gold Dimension?"

This question left Zi Yan speechless for a moment.

[108] Information about the Demon Realm!

This question left Zi Yan speechless for a moment.

His eyes became complicated, filled with longing, struggle, and fear.

She pursed her red lips tightly and remained silent, clearly having touched upon a core secret she was unwilling to reveal.

Upon seeing this, Lan Tianyu's eyes instantly turned cold.

A playful smile curved his lips, and his free left hand swayed slightly.

hum!

next second.

The nine-section whip appeared out of thin air in his hand.

The whip hung down, making a slight, crisp metallic clang that sounded particularly jarring in the quiet room.

"It seems you prefer to communicate in a different way?"

He leaned down, his breath almost touching Zi Yan's pale face, his voice low but piercing.

"You don't want me to see you looking embarrassed, do you?"

"You bastard!"

Zi Yan instantly understood his meaning, her beautiful face flushed red, and even the roots of her ears were tinged with shame and indignation.

Shame, indignation, humiliation, and fear intertwined, almost suffocating her.

She could endure torture and accept death.

But I absolutely cannot accept being humiliated in that way in front of Lan Tianyu, and being shown the most pathetic posture.

For her, that was a social death more terrifying than death itself.

The icy touch of the nine-section whip and Lan Tianyu's undisguised malice were like the last straw, breaking her resolve.

Weighing the pros and cons, or rather, faced with the threat of humiliation, the instinct for survival and her pitiful sense of self-respect led her to choose to submit.

"I said……"

Zi Yan's voice carried a hint of resigned weariness.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and when she opened them again, all that remained in her eyes was numbness.

"I came to this time and space entirely because of the Demon Lord."

"Are you talking about Diablo, the Demon Lord?"

Lan Tianyu's eyes narrowed, and he asked a question.

"Yes."

Zi Yan nodded slightly.

"The Demon Lord did not want to see the Celestial Demon Lord become too powerful and disrupt the balance among the four Demon Lords, so he secretly opened a back door for the other three Demon Lords...～ˇ ..."

"And I arrived in this time and space by taking a back door after I died."

She paused, seemingly recalling the scene from that day.

"So, there's a demon lord standing behind you?"

Lan Tianyu asked with great interest.

"Yes, my mother is the Demon Lord of Purgatory."

Zi Yan replied.

"Besides your mother and the Heavenly Demon Lord, what are the names of the other two Demon Lords, and what are their respective specialties?"

Lan Tianyu pressed on, as this was crucial intelligence.

Zi Yan sighed, as if resigned to her fate, and mechanically replied:

"The other two demon lords are named Illusion Soul and Slaughter."

"The Heavenly Demon Lord is skilled in the art of creating clones. He possesses many clones that are difficult to distinguish from the real ones. His whereabouts are mysterious, and he is extremely difficult to kill."

"The Illusionary Soul Demon Lord is skilled in illusion and mental attacks, killing people invisibly and manipulating people's hearts at will."

"The Slaughter Demon Lord excels in close combat, and his fighting style is ferocious and bloody; he is a pure killing weapon."

"My mother has a deep understanding of fire."

How are the four Demon Lords ranked in terms of strength?

Lan Tianyu frowned slightly and continued to ask questions.

"The Heavenly Demon Lord has many clones, but his individual combat strength is relatively the weakest. Moreover, the destruction of his clones will deplete his demonic energy source, so he ranks last."

"My mother has strong fire control abilities, but her physical defense is relatively weak, so she ranks third."

"The Illusionary Soul Demon Lord is unpredictable and difficult to defend against. He is especially good at group battles and creating chaos, and ranks second."

"The Demon Lord of Slaughter..."

When Zi Yan mentioned this name, a deep sense of apprehension flashed in her eyes.

"He is undoubtedly number one, invincible in close combat, and his killing intent can suppress everything. He is the sharpest blade in the Demon Lord's hand!"

Lan Tianyu seemed lost in thought.