Urban Invincible Overlord

Qin Yanyang shuddered, her tired eyes swept away all fatigue, and tears uncontrollably rolled down.

She slowly turned her head, her movements extremely cautious, seemingly afraid that any louder noise would ruin everything.

She worried this was just a dream.

Once the dream ended, everything would turn into nothing.

Yang Fei lay quietly there, watching Qin Yanyang carefully turn her head, his gaze filled with tenderness and emotion.

He had a dream.

A very, very long dream.

When he sensed the Hidden Sect Plane was about to collapse, he left with Tong Yunshu without hesitation.

However, the collapse of the Hidden Sect Plane happened too quickly, and the terrifying impact that erupted far exceeded his expectations.

Even though he desperately fled, he was still subjected to an unprecedented death chase.

At the moment of life and death, he tightly held Tong Yunshu in his arms, channeling all his True Qi throughout his body and into his internal organs, hoping that his body, with its strong defense system after Foundation Establishment, could withstand the disaster.

Then a terrifying forceful gale swept in from behind, causing him despair.

Even though his body's defense strength was already alarming, he still felt a fear of his flesh being torn apart.

Next was a sensation of weightlessness, as he was lifted by the gale, followed by all sorts of chaotic collisions.

Though he had firm confidence, a strong will, and astonishing defenses, he still felt so small and helpless in front of such an apocalyptic disaster.

Eventually, he lost consciousness.

And then he fell into endless darkness.

He didn't know how long it had been before he felt his consciousness awaken, though it seemed trapped in a dark chaos, unable to break free.

At the same time, he couldn't sense his body's physical presence.

He was scared stiff.

Could he already be dead?

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Previously, he only needed to perceive slightly to clearly investigate his physical condition, internally observe his internal organs, meridians, the opening and closing of various acupoints, sense the True Qi flowing through the Martial Meridian, and see the True Essence Power stored in both Dantian and acupoints.

But now, besides sensing his consciousness and soul's existence, he couldn't perceive his body's presence at all.

Thus, he was terrified and suspected he was dead, having completely lost his body.

This fear lingered for a long, long time.

Until one moment when he suddenly sensed a familiar power.

This power reminded him of Tong Yunshu.

Indeed, it was Tong Yunshu; it was the aura of her Great Yellow Body.

With the appearance of that Great Yellow Court power, Yang Fei gradually discovered that he seemed to vaguely perceive the presence of his body.

Although this perception remained very weak, and sometimes couldn't be sensed at all, it did indeed appear again.

This feeling of still having a body reassured him a lot.

But he still couldn't wake up, couldn't even make a move to let Tong Yunshu know he was still there.

In the ensuing days, Yang Fei felt his consciousness remained trapped in some chaos, unaware of time.

The only thing that reassured him a bit was Tong Yunshu's Great Yellow Court aura.

After some time, he felt more auras.

These auras seemed to somewhat help him perceive his body, but none were as good as Tong Yunshu's Great Yellow Court.

Later, he felt another familiar aura.

It was Qin Yanyang.

Yes, it was this aura, this feeling.

He was pleasantly surprised to find his body's perception became more apparent.

Subsequently, he clearly sensed Tong Yunshu and Qin Yanyang appearing alternately.

Although he still couldn't grasp anything externally, he could infer that these two most precious and important women in his life hadn't given up on him and were striving to awaken him.

He was anxious too, longing to wake up earlier, or to find a way to alert them, letting them know he was alive, and that they needn't worry so much about him.

But he couldn't do anything.

Even though his perception of his body grew stronger, he seemed to have lost control over it.

Each time, he wanted to coordinate his perceived body with the two women's efforts to cure him, thinking cooperation would make the dual cultivation's effect much better.

But he couldn't manage it.

He could only watch from the side.

Time passed unknowingly as Yang Fei felt his body's life Qi Mechanism growing more vigorous, yet his consciousness couldn't connect with his body, unable to wake up or do anything.

The worst was, he clearly sensed his consciousness was very awake, yet he couldn't wake up, forever trapped in a chaos of darkness.

He didn't know what was happening.

Until certain moment when he sensed Qin Yanyang channeling that familiar power into his body again, he noticed the surrounding darkness gradually being pierced with a thin layer of light slowly appearing.

Was he about to break free and be reborn?

Yang Fei struggled frantically, desperately breaking through the restraints.

Finally, he sensed his eyes, and under the powerful willpower's drive, opened them.

Then, he saw Qin Yanyang, exhausted, sitting beside him cross-legged, hands forming a spell, preparing to practice and regulate breath.

Yang Fei was incredibly moved.

Through this journey of long death, he felt the unwavering love from Tong Yunshu and Qin Yanyang.

At this moment, finally seeing again the familiar person he longed every second to see over this time, his eyes brimmed with tears.

He opened his mouth, discovering his body extraordinarily weak and not easy to control.

But after a few attempts, he managed to say lightly, "Honey, you've worked hard."

Qin Yanyang turned her head, seeing Yang Fei had already opened his eyes, his eyes damp, slightly red, his face full of endless tenderness, gazing at her with concern and emotion.

Qin Yanyang gently extended her hand to touch Yang Fei's face, fearing this might be a mere illusion, filled with apprehension.

Yang Fei tried to muster a smile, "Thank you, honey, I'm awake."

"Yang Fei, are you really awake?" Qin Yanyang was somewhat incredulous.

She was an exceedingly strong woman, yet during the days when Yang Fei lay comatose, like a lifeless body, her worries never ceased.

In her life, she never worried so much for someone.

This jerk betrayed her; she truly thought he was awful.

But deep within her heart, she truly loved this jerk, deeply rooted in affection.

Seeing Qin Yanyang like this, Yang Fei was genuinely touched, saying, "Honey, seeing you care about me so much, I feel so happy, so touched. You really forgive me now, don't you hate me anymore?"

Qin Yanyang was overjoyed seeing him awake; at this moment, hearing his whispers, her heart once again harbored that sweetness since their quarrel.

Though she still harbored a thorn regarding him and Tong Yunshu, she couldn't bear to let Yang Fei worry, so she nodded, "Mhm."

Yang Fei was ecstatic, then spoke a most foolish and ill-timed phrase: "Where is Yun Shu?"