My Substitute CEO Bride

Before Nash could finish his sentence, Lana's warm, moist lips were already upon his. She cupped Nash's face, unsure of what to do next.

This time, Nash did not feel anything in his heart. He wrapped his arms around Lana without suffering any adverse effects. He could not be the one to initiate contact, but if Lana initiated it, her power would not threaten him. Nash began teaching Lana some kissing techniques, and soon, they both became lost in the passion.

Outside the illusion array, gusts of wind stirred the endless sea, creating ripples on its calm surface. As the winds grew stronger, the mild ripples turned into tumultuous waves that resembled the roars of thousands of soldiers charging. Waves several meters high crashed fiercely against the sturdy rocks. They lasted until the sunset stealthily disappeared beyond the horizon.

After the winds that had lasted the entire day gradually calmed down, the once turbulent sea returned to tranquility.

The next day, Nash woke up to find Lana not by his side. He assumed she had gone to look for food.

Nash put on his tattered clothes and went outside to look for Lana. He searched the entire deserted island until noon but saw no signs of her. Walking desolately along the beach, his heart was filled with mixed emotions.

Yesterday, he became one with Lana and absorbed primordial energy for a whole afternoon, causing his gold core to shatter and condense into a nascent soul.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

The Profound Oriental Realm was a level countless cultivators dreamed of achieving through rigorous practice, and with Lana, he had broken through to it effortlessly.

Where had Lana gone, though? With her grandmaster-level cultivation, she could not have just flown away, could she?

After some time, Nash thought of a possibility-the ancient immortal within Lana's body might have awakened prematurely. Otherwise, she could not have left this deserted island.

Nash found a rock and carved it into the shape of an axe before wedging it securely between two branches of a tree. He then cut down some wood and tied them together with vines to make a raft. By the time he finished crafting the raft, it was

already evening.

With transportation to leave the island ready, it was now time to prepare provisions. He fashioned a wooden bow and some arrows, then spent two hours to catch over a dozen fish. At night, he roasted a fish to fill his stomach. Then, he hollowed out three tree trunks as thick as an arm and made three wooden pails to use as containers for storing water. Afterward, he made a paddle.

After everything was done, Nash laid down, ready to rest. The next day, he went early to the water hole in the depths of the island to fetch water.

After eating and drinking his fill, he pushed the raft into the sea and set sail with his cars. The first day was calm. On the second day, the waves surged. Fierce winds raged on the third day, and despite numerous capsizes, Nash's raft held together thanks to the resilient vines used to bind it. On the fifth day, he spotted a deserted island after continuously rowing forward.

His expression darkened. It was the same island he had left. Had the past five days been wasted? Turning the raft around, he paddled desperately.

Unbeknownst to him, at that very

moment, a figure with porcelain skin

and a longing look in her eyes appeared on the deserted island. She was wearing a silk white dress, her figure tall and graceful. Her inky black hair fell like a waterfall behind her. She looked like a celestial being untouched by the mortal world.

Her gaze focused on the raft in the distance, her eyes taking on an intricate mix of emotions. Letting out a sigh, she extended a porcelain finger and tapped.

As Nash strained at the oars, he suddenly heard a rush of wind behind him. Turning around, he saw the calm sea before the winds rose.