Chapter 582: Chapter 543: Xuanting Cave Abode_3

She was looking for her cat.

Seeing this scene, Baili An couldn’t help but taste the bitterness in his mouth.

He didn’t know whether he truly had the power to keep her confined here for three days.

With her frenzied demeanor, what need was there for three days? In a single night, the insubordinate Nine Serpents faction would probably be completely eradicated from the territory of the Demon World.

By then, where could he possibly hide?

Compared to the desperate battlefield of the Nine Serpents faction, Ning Feiyan’s side was progressing extremely smoothly.

With the Hook Jade in hand, and her form transformed into that of the Demon Lord, of course no one dared to doubt her.

Within the Xuanting Cave Mansion, Ning Feiyan passed through the heavy gates.

Though it was called a cave mansion, once inside, one would see a grand hall that naturally invoked a sense of awe.

The stone walls within the hall were constructed in a very special manner, not with four faces, but six.

The huge doors that slowly closed behind her, along with the ancient oil paintings that were densely etched upon the four walls, were from a distant past and exquisitely detailed.

Most of the content depicted in the paintings, which unfolded before her eyes, captured the brutal struggles between the ancient gods and demons throughout numerous generations. Among the murals, she saw the legendary Kunlun Ruins, the Gods of the Northern Heavens, and Emperor Qiongcang.

Even with Ning Feiyan’s normally composed nature, witnessing such a magnificent and grand spectacle made it hard for her to contain her excitement.

Her palms trembled slightly, uncontrollably, and her chest felt waves of warmth.

This place should be sacred ground, only accessible to successive Demon Lords, where not even the prestigious Young Lords of the Demon World or the Six Rivers had the privilege of entering.

Yet, she had become the first person other than the Demon Lord to arrive here.

Ning Feiyan took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down and regain composure.

As she observed the ancient murals on the six walls, she knew she had bet correctly.

Just as she had anticipated, inscribed upon each stone wall were not only the intense battles of numerous generations of All Heavens but also the ancient ferocious creatures that faded into the river of history, unrecorded by any tome.

What was more significant, in the central part of these six massive stone walls, each depicted an enigmatic and indescribable map of Heluo.

They recorded the source, history, abilities, and weaknesses of each of the Demon World’s six Rivers of Yihe.

This was perhaps why, generation after generation, no matter how formidable the inheritors of the Six Rivers’ powers were among the Demon Clan, they could never truly defeat the Demon Lord, right?

For the Six Rivers, the bloodline of the Demon Lord and those wings symbolizing death were alien and mystical.

Yet, in the eyes of the Demon Lord, the weaknesses of the Six Rivers lay fully revealed before him, thus his sovereign position was naturally unshakable.

Ning Feiyan was a person with great ambition, grand plans, and vast desires.

But what was truly fearsome about her was… she could perfectly control her ambition, plans, and desires without being blinded by the power before her or losing her senses.

She remained cool enough to know what she wanted and what she could take.

Her desires were as deep as the sea, yet she could perfectly govern them, taking only a ladleful.

She approached the second stone wall, her fingers touching at the center of the massive barrier. She managed to control her curiosity about the other walls, her gaze not straying even a fraction.

Being able to enter the Xuanting Cave Mansion, she had already taken an enormous risk with her life and death. If she were discovered impersonating the Demon Lord and thrown into the Burning Abyss to endure the punishment of the Mo Yang ritual, that would be considered a lenient punishment.

Her time was extremely limited, and she clearly knew her objective was the Second River; she could not be greedy nor try to vainly obtain other things.

Even though the weakness of the immortal Shu Ci of the Yihe, that monster, was also profoundly recorded here, she could not afford to be distracted by greed.

She had to slow down; the closer she got to her goal, the more her heart must not be allowed to become chaotic.