Chapter 642: Chapter 570: The Enchantress_2

Someone proficient in the Demon Path, the art of war, and the Body Refining and Divinity Transformation, how could she possess such a powerful spiritual power that defied all reason.

The essence of a talisman drawer lies in the entry of spiritual power into the symbols to form arrays.

Baili An had exhausted half of his Essence Blood, drawing on the energies of the six rivers, and despite the cost of grave injuries, the Soul-Destroying Array he crafted could not withstand a single whimsical thought from her.

Both sides had ceased fighting, but what followed was a battle without smoke, or perhaps a one-sided mental slaughter, more dangerous than real swords and guns.

Baili An’s body was almost numb, the Blood Energy and dark forces within the Corpse Pearl languished as if covered in dust, and he felt his spiritual power and soul silently being consumed into her body.

It was a process more terrifying than death itself.

It was a pain and despair that transcended the physical, an inescapable and bloody slaughter.

Silver-gray pupils emotionlessly stared into Baili An’s eyes, Shu Ci’s voice as cold as the wind of death asked, “Surprised?”

Baili An had no strength left to answer her question, only managing to slightly curl the corner of his mouth.

Shu Ci was lying beneath him, yet her gaze was from high above, watching him as if he were not a living being.

“I was born with the heaven and earth, have seen the sun and moon shine together, witnessed the Heavenly Sea overflow the firmament, and have endured ten thousand years of solitude. My life is immeasurably long beyond mortal comprehension. In such lengthy and tiresome years, I have had ample time to learn.”

The grand path is vast with three thousand ways; to reach the pinnacle of one requires a lifetime of single-minded cultivation.

But Shu Ci was different—Immortals ascend to heaven, stars fall, oceans dry up, snow mountains melt. She, ever with death, would never die.

She could walk each path back and forth.

Because her fate was indeed very tough.

The fingers that pinched Baili An’s chin slid along his jaw, trailing through the hair behind him, gathering a handful, the palm pressing firmly against his scarred back.

Shu Ci’s expression held none of the shyness it should, her body pressed tightly against his as if they were lovers through a millennium, yearning to grind him into her very bones.

Baili An’s body trembled slightly, as if enduring the extreme pain of flesh, unable to keep his brows from furrowing tightly, feeling as if his whole being were frozen in ice water, cold to the bone.

“Being pushed to this point by you, the one from the Mo River of the Demon World, you are truly remarkable, smart, and thoughtful like silk, knowing to use the condition of the green vine’s innate demonic power, to harness the strength of the Blood Feather River to control this piece of heaven and earth and suppress me.”

The power of the Blood Feather River is to command demons with Blood, and give orders with feathers.

She believed that this young man must have sensed the aura of the green vine, hence daring to enter the Gate and battle her.

A fair environment had actually created extremely favorable conditions for Baili An from the start.

Yet Shu Ci still could not understand.

The River Lords of the Blood Feather River across generations could indeed command demons successfully, but this Tree Demon of the green vine was by no means ordinary.

It was a woman transformed from a green vine on Kunlun Mountain, wandering the Mortal World, and ten thousand years ago was favored by an old Demon Lord, intended to be taken as the Demon Consort, forcibly brought back to the Demon World.

Although the Vine Demon had not yet developed a demon body, she cultivated genuine Immortal Techniques, and as the Empress’s attendant swordswoman, she naturally fought to the death, unafraid to shatter like jade, she resolutely smashed herself at the Time Platform.

Enraged, the old Demon Lord didn’t even spare her corpse, taking the filth soil from Avici Hell to suppress her bones and soul, so her soul would never transcend.

For tens of thousands of years, she was eroded by the yin evil, eventually broke through the soil, and formed the small three-thousand-path world of the Demon World, but was eternally confined within this filth soil.

The old Demon Lord was cruel by nature, customarily destroying thoroughly by his own hand what he could not obtain.

Thus, he set up the tradition of the Monarch’s Return Banquet, every hundred years, a banquet would be held under the Time Platform, the ceremony of river cleansing.

He wanted this stubborn Vine Demon to witness with her own body, as the Demon World flourished day by day.

None of the Blood Feather River Lords in history hadn’t tried to force the green vine, the Tree Demon, into submission with the Feather Order, but when the Blood Feather River, which could control All Demons from the Demon World, attempted to subjugate the green vine, it would face her strong resistance and hatred.

Today, however, Baili An managed to defy logic, using the green tree for his purposes, turning it into his weapon of destruction which really took Shu Ci by surprise.

Shu Ci’s pupils reflected a far-off sea surface tinged with blood red, and she smiled mockingly.

“The Soul-Destroying Array was just a ruse, your real trick is this sea, invisible to the outer world, every drop of water here is the demonic power of the green tree transformed.

You want to use the strength of this sea to suppress me here, a very good idea indeed. I am very curious, when did you realize my true identity is that of a demon?”

She could easily slay the Pici Bird, not because she was unreasonably powerful, but fundamentally speaking, the Pici Bird was not her nemesis.

Her true nemesis was what the world saw as the least among the six rivers of the Mohe—Blood Feather.

As a demon body, she forged the shell of a Demon Soldier, and Demon Soldiers were not her essence. In a sense, they were more like a perfect armor protecting her.

Underneath the perfect armor lies an immortal and boundless demon body.

In this world, no one could penetrate the armor known as Demon Soldiers and see the truth of her essence.

Naturally, no one could imagine that the six rivers, unchanged for ages, were actually the only force in this world that could counter Shu Ci.

Shu Ci’s presence intricately entwined around him, the spherical halo enveloping the two as they sank deeper into the sea.

She was as willful as ever, posing a question in her mind, then once again denying him the right to answer.

His hands, which rested on her shoulders, gradually slid down weakly, and Baili An’s eyes also gradually lost their luster in her cold, indifferent voice, becoming dull and lifeless.

He was like a mosquito trapped in a spider web, bound and enveloped by Shu Ci’s vast consciousness, under her spiritual claim, Baili An’s muscles slowly decayed, his fingernails turning pale blue.

Consciousness grew unbearably heavy.

He knew he was about to die here…

In the depths of the sea, the girl’s eyes were cold and bright, quietly staring at the last spark of spirit in Baili An’s eyes as it dimmed, like a pool of dead water, no longer rippling with soul.

It was at this moment that Shu Ci sensed the presence of the Gate in this world.

Deep beneath the sea.

Sinking was like a whale falling—a process from life to death.

Shu Ci did not disrupt this process; she fell silently like a piece of motionless dust, delicately savouring the youth’s process of death.

Because the taste of this young man’s soul was truly rare in this world, as a main course, it was indeed too delicious to gulp down in one bite.

As Baili An’s consciousness vanished in that instant, he plunged into a wondrous dream.

The mountain stream burbled; a cool breeze of its own accord, among clouds and seas, hidden and visible, those thousands of mountains and rivers seemed faintly brushed with ink, the sky washed white by the clear rain, clouds piling thickly on the horizon, obscuring the stars and moon.

By a slab of green stone stood a youth in black and red sword attire, a Vermilion Bird blood-wood carved scabbard in his hand.

The youth was extremely handsome, with deep-set eyes, imbued with elegance, his clean and refreshing appearance like a Zen painting, his calm and gentle eyes gazing far into the distance, as if peering into one’s heart.

This look made Baili An feel as if he were meeting a person from a past life known through the ages.

Baili An recognized the face before him, yet it was as if he was seeing this countenance for the first time.

Because the person before him, standing proud like pine or bamboo crowned by the moon, was very different in temperament from the one he remembered.

Their eyes met, and as he spoke, his heart fluttered with an inexplicable unease, “Who are you?”

The man smiled in the circle of moonlight, his soft smile not the least bit warm, only somehow filling one with sorrow, “Just a remnant of will, I have long perished, and my name has been forgotten.”

Baili An looked at him steadily, suddenly recalling where that familiar aura on him originated, and exclaimed, “You are the lingering obsession within the Immortal Tears?!”