Chapter 2080: Sharing a Bed

Chapter 2080: Sharing the Same Bed

A simple line of dialogue, spanning across years of hardship, left Ye Chen in a daze, tears welling up in his eyes. The woman in his dream was his wife, the saintess from Dong Huang Yao Chi and the Ji family of Da Chu—Ji Ning Shuang. His mind was in turmoil, feeling utterly unreal. He had never imagined that Ji Ning Shuang was still alive, and for the past hundred years, she had been by his side in the form of dreams.

It turned out that the person Ren Wang had told him to wait for was Ye Fan's mother.

Only now did he understand that the so-called surprise Ren Wang had mentioned back then referred to Ji Ning Shuang. It had to be said, this surprise caught him completely off guard.

Time seemed to freeze in that instant, forever still, as snowflakes drifted down and years slipped away, unable to stop the falling tears or conceal that ancient bond.

"Ye Chen, you've grown old." Ji Ning Shuang smiled through her tears, cupping his face in her hands and stroking it again and again. She brushed aside his disheveled white hair and wiped away the scars of time. Her clear, bright eyes were filled with mist, glistening in the moonlight like frost, blurring her vision and etching their deep, intoxicating connection into memory.

Ye Chen's laugh was hoarse and aged. Trembling, he raised his hand to touch her face.

He had grown old, and so had she. The dark locks he remembered had all turned snow-white. Truly touching her cheek melted his weathered heart, as if he could see the scene from years ago when she died under the Zhu Xian Jian, piercing him with pain that cut to his core.

In that moment, the seal of the evil demon slowly dissipated.

He was no longer a half-immortal; he returned to his peak cultivation. His bloodline, origin, divine treasury, and Dao principles all restored themselves. His aged face regained its youth, but his full head of white hair remained unchanged, a cruel mark of time's blade.

Passersby looked on in astonishment. Had he reversed aging?

Yet, more people gazed at Ji Ning Shuang. She was extraordinarily beautiful, like an exiled immortal from the mortal world, pure and flawless. Though she stood nearby, she seemed more distant than a dream. No one had ever seen such a stunning woman; all who beheld her were entranced, standing motionless for a long time.

The bright moon and snow cast Zhu Xian Zhen in a dreamlike haze.

Under the world's watchful eyes, the two exchanged a smile, hand in hand, walking slowly into the distance. Both in white robes with white hair, their figures exuded a sense of desolation and age. In the snow, they left pairs of footprints, a testament to their bond as husband and wife.

Watching the couple, the two supreme beings from Ming Jie Shan both smiled with contentment.

A hundred years of living as mortals had finally come to a perfect end. They had cultivated the great Dao of the human world and awaited a wife—it was both destiny and fortune. As supreme beings who had seen through the illusions of life, they still wished for all lovers to unite in the end. Their story would be a tale lasting millions of years.

The night was silent under the moon.

In a quiet little garden, on a warm bamboo bed in the room, Ye Chen and Ji Ning Shuang lay side by side, gazing through the roof at the starry sky, as if peering across the void to see vast mountains and rivers.

This was perhaps the legendary sharing of the same bed.

However, it was just that—sharing the same bed—with no romantic scenes.

Everything was unexpectedly calm.

Though they were husband and wife, they still treated each other with the utmost respect.

What was worth noting was that both their hearts were pounding. Even Ye Chen, with his thick skin, felt inexplicably nervous, let alone Ji Ning Shuang. Her exquisite face occasionally flushed with a hint of red. Apart from that time in Cang Lan Realm, this was the first time she and Ye Chen had lain on the same bed, enacting the legendary sharing of the same bed.

If acquaintances were present, they would surely be amused.

Who knows? You two are husband and wife, an old married couple by now—your child is all grown up and out in the world. Why act like newlyweds in a shy bridal chamber, unsure of what to do?

"How did you survive?" The tranquility was finally broken by Ye Chen.

"Back when I went to the Tian Zun Yi Ji, Ren Wang had already sent my life soul out of the Zhu Tian." Ji Ning Shuang smiled softly, recounting the ancient secret to Ye Chen like a story. Only Ren Wang knew this secret; even the Nine Emperors had been kept in the dark.

"Out of the Zhu Tian?" Ye Chen turned his head, full of confusion.

"Your old friend asked me to send his greetings." Ji Ning Shuang chuckled lightly.

"Old friend? Which one?"

"Zhao Yun."

"Zhao Yun?" Ye Chen was stunned, his expression turning dramatically vivid in an instant. He didn't need to ask more; he already understood. It had never occurred to him that Ren Wang had sent Ji Ning Shuang's life soul to Zhao Yun's universe. This spanned two universes!

In that moment, Ye Chen cursed Ren Wang a thousand times over in his mind. You scoundrel, you knew Ji Ning Shuang was alive and hid it from me, even sending her to another universe. How capable you are!

A few seconds later, he tentatively looked at Ji Ning Shuang. "How did you get back?"

"Dream Back to Ancient Times." Ji Ning Shuang smiled warmly. "An emperor-level immortal technique that connects dreams to reality. I tried for a full hundred years in that universe before I could return."

Even Ye Chen couldn't help but sigh and click his tongue at her words. His wife was truly remarkable! Back when Zhao Yun left, it was the two supreme beings who opened the path for him.

But she had managed it with just a dream. In comparison, Meng Hui Qian Gu seemed far more effective than an emperor-level teleportation array. Wherever you wanted to go, you could dream your way there.

Little did he know the hardships Ji Ning Shuang had endured.

Her successful dream return owed much to Ren Wang, but the key factor was him—his enlightenment of the human Dao had been the turning point for her return.

Incredible, truly incredible.

Ye Chen was thoroughly shocked, both by Ren Wang's methods and Ji Ning Shuang's divine abilities. She had actually bridged the illusory and the real. If it were him, he might have been left in a daze.

Amid his shock, his expression grew a bit strange.

Earlier, when Qin Meng Yao had crossed over through the underworld, the Ji Ning Shuang in his dreams had been in the little garden. How interesting—Zhao Yun's wife was here, and his wife was with Zhao Yun. He had given blood to Qin Meng Yao; he wondered if Ji Ning Shuang had done the same for Zhao Yun.

"Zhao Yun is really strong," Ye Chen muttered, and Ji Ning Shuang smiled.

"He's a monster." Ye Chen laughed, taking a deep breath as he recalled the life-and-death battle with Zhao Yun in Ming Jie, fighting to mutual destruction. Though it was an illusion, it had felt real. Hearing Ji Ning Shuang's assessment didn't surprise him at all.

Speaking of Ji Ning Shuang, Ye Chen had glimpsed her origin more than once.

Seeing her again after one hundred and seventy years, she was even more formidable than before.

He was certain that if they fought, he might not be her match. Even with his enlightenment of the human Dao and touching the threshold of Da Sheng, he still felt that way. If even Ji Ning Shuang couldn't surpass Zhao Yun, he could imagine how powerful that universe's monster was.

"Can you stop your hand from wandering?" Ji Ning Shuang whispered.

Ye Chen snapped back to his senses and realized his hand had strayed to a particularly sensitive spot—or rather, a sensitive spot on Ji Ning Shuang. That area was soft to the touch and had some give; the feel was quite nice.

Ye Chen quickly withdrew his hand, feeling awkward.

It was rare for him to share a bed with a woman, and his restless hand had wandered there unconsciously. He had completely forgotten that the woman beside him was Ji Ning Shuang.

Heaven and earth as his witnesses, he had never acted improperly toward her.

Glancing at Ji Ning Shuang, her face was flushed red, alluring in the moonlight.

Indeed, Ye Chen had never been improper with her before. This was their first time like this, and she wasn't quite used to it. At that moment, even she didn't know how she had ended up on the bed so absentmindedly. Since lying down, she had felt dizzy, her body a bit stiff.

"That time I dreamed back to Da Chu, you were there, right?" The clever Ye Chen quickly changed the topic; the atmosphere was getting awkward.

"Yes." Ji Ning Shuang spoke softly, lowering her head and eyes, her earlobes tinged with red. "Our dreams overlapped, triggering a forbidden law. I only manifested for a instant before vanishing."

"I thought I was seeing things." Ye Chen gave a dry laugh. "If Ye Fan knew you were alive, he'd be overjoyed. That kid's quite capable—he can see people in dreams."

Ji Ning Shuang smiled tenderly, the flush on her cheeks fading slightly, her eyes misty as if she could peer across millions of star domains to Yu Nu Peak and see the sleeping child. That was her soul's longing, untouched for one hundred and seventy years.

The two chatted back and forth, gazing at the stars and sharing ancient stories.

Their quiet conversation left certain people feeling rather impatient.

Among them was the emperor from Ming Jie.

From the moment Ye Chen and Ji Ning Shuang lay down, that Ming Emperor had been muttering nonstop: "Not serious when you should be, and serious when you shouldn't. You're already in bed—what's there to talk about? This is just wasting youth and good time."

Beside him, Di Huang glanced over more than once, eyeing him sidelong from head to toe and back again, his look seeming to say: You're an emperor, aren't you? So shameless? Or do you want me to set up a live broadcast for you?

Ming Emperor didn't care, waiting eagerly all night for some entertainment. Don't try to scare me—I've got a exclusive collection, one of a kind in the three realms.

He wasn't the only one waiting; two beautiful women were too. In Ye Chen's little garden, one was the Kun Lun Shen Nu, the other a Chi Mei Evil God—they didn't know when they'd arrived.

These two peerless queens were quite something, staying up late into the night, legs crossed, each holding a small mirror and fixing their hair. They claimed they were there to see Ji Ning Shuang, but really, they were waiting for a steamy scene.

Who knows what Mu Liu Qing and Jian Fei Dao would think if they were here. So unreserved— if you married them home, could anyone handle that?

It was a good thing Xiong Er and the rest of Da Chu's people weren't around; otherwise, they'd probably be yelling outside the door:

"Hey, you! Don't hold back on us! You're already in the same bed—what's with all the chitchat? With the night still young, get moving and loosen up!"