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Xie Jianwei had already taken off all his clothes. Standing there stark naked and being yelled at like this was truly awkward.

“Your Excellency…” He was at a loss for what to do, his voice dry and hoarse as he spoke.

But Lu Li could not endure it. The mere thought of Xie Jianwei made it impossible for him to control his emotions. “It has nothing to do with you, but please get out.”

Xie Jianwei opened his mouth to speak, but ultimately gritted his teeth, put his clothes back on, and left.

After that, Xie Jianwei would still appear in the Demon Realm from time to time, disguised as an incubus, secretly watching Lu Li.

However, Lu Li never approached him again.

Yan Ke really couldn’t hold back and asked Xie Jianwei, “My Lord… what exactly are you doing?”

Xie Jianwei said, “The knots of the past must be untied. I can’t let Lu Li continue like this.”

Yan Ke wanted to say, Lord Li Fu’er isn’t the master of the dreamscape; even if you untie the knot, it’s useless. However, he couldn’t say it out loud. Even if he wasn’t the master of the dreamscape, he was still the Lord Marshal, and it was impossible for Xie Jianwei to just leave him alone.

But how were they supposed to untie this knot?

Xie Jianwei slowed down the progress of finding a body for the little skeleton and focused more of his attention on Demon Lu Li.

He had a conjecture. He didn’t know if it was true, so he needed to verify it.

While secretly observing Lu Li, Xie Jianwei sneaked into the Demon Realm’s library to rummage through ancient texts and records. He might not necessarily find what he wanted, but even a little harvest would be enough.

As Xie Jianwei flipped through the books, he thought to himself: There are several vague and unclear points in the entire memory.

First, who caused Li Fu’er‘s severe injuries? Logically speaking, Li Fu’er had made a very meticulous plan to fake his death, so why did it spiral out of control to the point where he disappeared for three whole years? Who was the person that injured him so heavily?

Second, after Xie Jianwei witnessed Li Fu’er’s cruelty and signed a contract with a demon in a fit of rage, who was that demon? With Xie Jianwei’s strength at the time, could he truly tame a Great Demon? What exactly did the so-called contract entail?

Third, how did Li Fu’er resurrect as a Great Demon after being stabbed?

Xie Jianwei cared a great deal about this last question.

Although the Heavenly Realm’s history books recorded a single line: “Became a demon out of resentment.” But if one could turn into a demon and continue living after death, what the hell would angels be afraid of? Wouldn’t it be pretty nice to just die and go live a carefree and happy life in the Demon Realm?

Or was it that the resentment wasn’t enough? Admittedly, the betrayal Li Fu’er suffered was cruel and despairing, but such a tragedy couldn’t have only happened to him. Why, in the long history of the Heavenly Realm, had almost no one else ever fallen as an angel and resurrected as a demon like him?

Of course, this was a dreamscape. Delving too deeply into these logical inconsistencies might just be asking for trouble.

But Xie Jianwei needed these breakthroughs. If he could find enough evidence, he could make Lu Li feel less despair.

Even if it was a dream, he didn’t want Lu Li to dream of such terrible things.

Xie Jianwei searched tirelessly for a long time, and finally found a few clues.

This had to do with the origin of demons.

Most demons were born out of thin air. When the human race’s negative emotions accumulated too much, a demon would be born under the right opportunity.

This was the normal source.

The book Xie Jianwei flipped to recorded another method of birth.

The predecessor of this kind of demon was human, reborn as a demon through an extremely terrifying forbidden art.

Using the life of their most beloved person as a catalyst, they fell into darkness and obtained eternal life.

They slaughtered their closest kin, bore countless sins, and walked into the Demon Realm with a solitary body.

Xie Jianwei stared at the following paragraph for a long time.

Demons transformed from humans were called non-native demons. They had a fatal weakness: every “Night of the Sky Curtain,” their strength would be exhausted to rock bottom, and they had to endure bone-eroding pain.

In the end, this demon died, choosing suicide because he truly couldn’t bear such pain.

Lu Li was undoubtedly a non-native demon, but it was impossible for him to have killed “Xie Jianwei.” So how did he become a demon?

Also, did he endure the bone-eroding pain on the Night of the Sky Curtain? If tortured by such an illness, would Lu Li not investigate the root cause?

Xie Jianwei abruptly closed the book, got up, and returned to the Middle Realm.

He rummaged through his room for a long time but didn’t find what he wanted.

He happened to run into Luo Lun, so Xie Jianwei asked him, “Do you know of a spell… hmm…” He thought for a moment and described, “A spell that can endure pain on behalf of someone else?”

Luo Lun rolled his eyes. “Weren’t all those evil arts destroyed by you?”

Xie Jianwei’s heart skipped a beat. “Destroyed?”

Luo Lun said, “Yeah, that must have been seven or eight hundred years ago, right? We saw this spell in the human realm back then, and you thought the thing was too messed up, so you spent a few years completely wiping it out of existence.”

Xie Jianwei knitted his brows and didn’t make a sound.

Luo Lun said, “Why are you asking about this? You know the specifics better than I do, don’t you?”

Xie Jianwei said vaguely, “It’s nothing, I just suddenly thought of it.”

After bidding farewell to Luo Lun, Xie Jianwei continued to search through his personal belongings.

There was still no record of this spell.

This was also normal. Xie Jianwei had definitely memorized this forbidden spell by heart and had absolutely no need to leave any materials behind. Moreover, he had probably already used it a thousand times.

Used it a thousand times? Xie Jianwei’s eyes lit up, and his mind settled.

Although he never had the memories of being a Death God, he could freely use a Death God’s spells.

There was no need for memory at all; the body’s instinct was extremely powerful.

Xie Jianwei went to do an experiment. He found a human with a stomach ache, intending in his heart to use the spell to take on the pain the human was suffering. Immediately following that… his own lower abdomen twisted into a knot, hurting as if someone was carving it with a knife, the pain making cold sweat break out on his forehead.

Yan Ke said nervously, “Could it be that for these past few centuries, Xie Jianwei has been bearing the bone-eroding pain on behalf of the Demon Lord?”

Xie Jianwei stopped the spell, took a deep breath, and said, “It should be.”

At this point, the third doubt was resolved.

The reason Li Fu’er was able to be reborn as a demon must be because of something “Xie Jianwei” did.

A Death God does not die, but they do have life force.

That forbidden art used the life of one’s beloved. If the beloved’s life force was powerful enough, they didn’t necessarily have to die immediately.

Just like Xie Jianwei, burning his own life force to maintain Li Fu’er’s lifespan as a demon.

And sneaking into the Demon Realm all these years wasn’t solely to soothe the pain of lovesickness, but more so to bear the bone-eroding pain in Lu Li’s stead when the Night of the Sky Curtain arrived.

Only this way could it be kept hidden, so that Lu Li wouldn’t start wondering how exactly he became a demon.

Then the question circled back again.

What exactly was going on with the assassination back then?

Was there really someone secretly pulling strings in the dark?

Human Lu Li didn’t have the power to do it. Then… who exactly was that Great Demon?

Or did it mean that if a dreamscape had two Lu Lis, there must also be two of ‘it’?

But this could be set aside for now. Xie Jianwei calculated the time and felt he needed to get to the Demon Realm as quickly as possible.

Another Night of the Sky Curtain was approaching, and he had to guard by Lu Li’s side.