Chapter 584: Chapter 544: Precision Assassination_2

A Ning Feiyan blossom that has never been seen in this world, a golden hue, gently bloomed into the long night.

When the bud opened and the petals unfolded, the heart of the flower nurtured a strand of lingering soul consciousness.

Merely a strand, so faint it seemed a gentle breeze could scatter it away.

Yet it was this fragile thread of spiritual consciousness, nurtured amidst the vast ancient hall of the long night.

The mist transformed by Purple Butterfly was lightly tainted by the stamen, and the soul consciousness sleeping within the golden flower seemed to abruptly draw in the moisture it had long been parched for.

Suddenly, a deep purple consciousness arose from within the stamen, greedily clamping onto Ning Feiyan’s Divine Sense, frantically absorbing it.

Ning Feiyan’s deductive process was already extremely draining, and with this sudden occurrence, her complexion visibly paled at a rate discernible to the naked eye, her figure standing atop the pillar even seemed to falter.

Though weak, Ning Feiyan found she could not resist this strand of consciousness—it was as if she was inherently suppressed by that remnant soul, her eyes widened, staring at the slowly blooming soul above, a sense of uncontrollable fear surging from the depths of her heart, leaving her shockingly staring at the golden flower in the sky, speechless.

Confronted with the fear that the remnant soul in the golden flower brought to her, Ning Feiyan was at a loss on how to choose for a moment.

This fear was tremendously unsettling; the most prudent course of action for self-preservation would be to cut one’s losses, shedding the Divine Sense that had been lost from the body. Even if the Demon Essence suffered, she ought to flee from that flower at once.

Ning Feiyan forcefully stabilized her mind and was silent for a long time. When she raised her head again, the pain and fear in her eyes gradually gave way to an utterly resolute insanity.

Her face was extremely pale, her body trembling slightly, and her expressions were so mad they were beyond reason.

Dispersed in the hall, her Divine Sense did not attempt to recall, nor severed the link between body and consciousness, Ning Feiyan steadied herself with a sway and put her fingers together like a sword, forcefully placing them on her chest, gritting her teeth and whispering, “Divine Treasure, open!”

Everyone’s body contains a vast treasure, but without sufficient cultivation, opportunity, and the key, the gates of this treasure can’t be fully opened.

If one forcibly smashes this door open, then it will remain open forever, allowing the vital energy, lifespan, Talent, and potential within the Divine Treasure to continuously slip away.

Her brow split open, fresh blood trickling down her fair nose.

This was no mere self-sacrifice, but rather, feeding a body to the tiger.

Divine Treasure wide open, vital energy in disarray.

The consciousness in the golden flower slowly awoke.

The consciousness was not powerful but imposingly terrifying, sweeping up all of Ning Feiyan’s leaked Divine Sense.

“The familiar Witch Soul power. One of the Six Rivers of the Demon World breaking the order and appearing in the Xuanting Realm, I am quite surprised.”

The Witch Soul is the name of the Second River.

Ning Feiyan was greatly exhausted, her body swaying, her forehead covered in fine beads of sweat. Yet even so, her demeanor remained composed and proper as she knelt down on the pillar, her heart pounding, her voice extremely steady and calm, “Si He Ning Feiyan offers her respects to Your Majesty Qin Luo.”

Qin Luo was the name of the former Demon Lord.

He was the father of the current Demon Lord who perished in that God Demon War.

Ning Feiyan had always suspected that there was more to the death of the old Demon Lord, and today’s visit to Xuanting proved her suspicions right.

Who could have imagined that in this world, there would still be a lingering consciousness of the old Demon Lord that hadn’t perished, and yet the current Demon Lord had kept it completely concealed.

“The Enchanting Demon inheriting the Mohe is a rare sight in my life, and holds the fourth position, indeed not a low Rank.”

The consciousness in the golden flower stopped absorbing her Divine Sense, evidently recognizing that Ning Feiyan bore no hostility towards him.

Ning Feiyan’s pallid face flushed with a hint of thrilled excitement and said, “If the Demon World knew the news that Your Majesty Qin Luo was still alive, morale would surely soar. What trouble would there be conquering the Six Realms and ascending the divine throne?”

“I am long since destroyed, and what is before you now is but an enduring lament, unwithered. It’s been a thousand years since anyone approached this Xuanting Realm. Is my son Mi Lu still well now?”

Ning Feiyan hesitated deliberately and said, “After Jing Luo’s demise, Young Master Mi Lu angered the corpse demon Royal Family, was beaten back to his original form, and sealed within the Demon Cave. Having damaged his foundation, he was fortunately rescued by the Young Lord’s Protector Qi Ren not long ago and has returned to the Demon World, all without significant trouble.”

The old Demon Lord’s consciousness fell into a strange silence for a while.

“Are you saying, my son Mi Lu, after thousands of years, has yet to ascend to the rightful throne and is merely the Young Lord?”

Ning Feiyan caught a bizarre and peculiar atmosphere, her gaze mildly surprised as she said, “Your Majesty Qin Luo, when you met your annihilation, passed the throne to your daughter instead of the Young Lord, you…have you forgotten?”

The old Demon Lord’s consciousness was faintly tinged with anger: “Were it not for her exhausting three thousand years of Shou, severing her own head, using the body of the Demon Lord to shield my son from disaster, how could I have passed the throne to a mongrel Qi Demon? She promised to return the throne to my son after a thousand years, has she broken her promise?!”

Ning Feiyan’s heart was struck with a storm of shock; she had never expected that there was so much causality behind the birth of the new lord.

But if it was indeed so, why then would the Demon Lord harbor danger by nurturing the old Demon Lord’s remnant thought within that golden flower?

She faintly felt this matter was far from simple; that woman must be harboring even deeper plans and conspiracies.

Ning Feiyan was about to ask more when suddenly, the stars in the sky began a terrifyingly chaotic change, the forty-eight pillars in the grand hall started shaking violently, raising a cloud of dust that scattered in all directions.