Chapter 258: Chapter 258
258: Chapter 256: The Head of Mohe 258: Chapter 256: The Head of Mohe The girl glanced sideways at Qi Ren, golden flames flickering and surging in her eye sockets, as the entire inn began to burn.
The intense fire cast a harsh, merciless expression across her face.
She spoke slowly, “This is a matter for our Demon Clan.”
The people inside the inn scattered in panic, everyone running for their lives.
But for those who failed to escape in time, just a brushing touch of the flames on their clothes instantly consumed them into charred skeletons, screaming and wailing among the raging fire.
Baili Pianpian, holding the Vajra Pestle, dodged the golden fire, tumbling and crawling out of the inn, hiding behind a wind-sheltered dune in the distance, his soul still trembling in shock!
Si Li had risen to her feet at some unknown moment, and the Snow Lion let out a fierce roar, its fur on its ribs being whipped up by the wind, revealing the dark cloud patterns beneath its skin.
The sky was split by a blazing white bolt of lightning, the thunder clapped resoundingly, as the color of the desert landscape shifted swiftly from yellow to grey.
The air was thick with flying grey sand, intermixed with tiny, sparkling ice grains.
The howl of the wind, a sandstorm spanning thousands of miles!
As the giant Snow Lion at Si Li’s side unfurled a pair of cloudy wings interwoven with ice and snow, the whole space faintly enveloped in a white breeze.
The scorching temperature plummeted rapidly, the sandy ground underfoot no longer loose, instead spread by an icy chill that froze it to an extreme hardness.
Above in the sky, snowflakes began to drift down.
The inn, now only a blackened husk, saw its surrounding flames gradually fade away.
The clear sky was shrouded by dark clouds, and the sun that once scorched countless cultivators of the mortal world’s righteous path was now hidden by clouds as dark as thick ink, its light unseen.
In a land of perpetual daylight, it turned to eternal night in the blink of an eye.
The world grew dim and foggy, and the cold wind mourned.
The last embers of the fire, tossed by the wind, flickered once and then could no longer be traced.
An ancient well appeared in everyone’s sight.
Layers of sand blown away from its edge revealed bricks covered in green moss.
The dry well, radiating a crimson glow, resembled the magmatic flow of Hell or the Red Flame Quicksand harboring fire.
Baili Pianpian, drenched in sweat, lay on the ground, not daring to breathe, his eyes fixed intently on the well.
Si Li’s tall figure stood at the edge of the well.
She smiled slightly, looking at the girl, “Summer’s opulence pales beside winter’s chill.”
The girl, her tattered robe fluttering in the wind, said, “I am afraid of the cold.”
Si Li looked at the burnt corpses on the ground, her tone indifferent, “Unfortunately for you, I despise the heat.”
The girl sighed, “The world has seen eons; my body shall not see another.
I’ve always been curious to see whose power is stronger, mine from Yihe or your royal talent, Si Li.”
She smiled faintly, her expression no longer blank and lifeless, “I have perished countless times amidst ancient life and death, walked through Hell, subjected to fire and boiling, axe and saw, sword and halberd, and suffered pains indescribable.
Finally, forging this supreme cursed body, immortal, with everlasting glaciers struggling to bury me…”
Before she could finish speaking, a terrifyingly red lightning bolt, snake-like, streaked towards the girl’s head.
The girl slightly tilted her head to dodge, the sharp lightning grazing her pale cheek, splashing a spray of mournful Blood Pearls.
She revealed an annoyed expression, “Could one not finish speaking before the fighting begins?”
Her cheek, which should have been torn by the lightning, healed instantly, leaving no trace of a wound.
Si Li spoke calmly, “Yihe Shu Ci, living is suffering for you.
Why struggle to become the Demon Lord?”
The girl, named Shu Ci, once the leader of the Six Rivers of the Demon World, was now the head of the entire Demon World, bestowed with a lordly title.
Shu Ci shook her head slightly.
From beneath the tattered cloak, she drew out a Phoebe flute.
The end of the flute twisted into a green vine bud, with leaves swaying at its tip, enveloped in a glow that twined around the vine, creating a dreamlike and beautiful vision.
However, few knew that this seemingly beautiful flute was actually a ferocious demonic weapon, frightening even the millennia-immortal beings.
She looked at Si Li with a smile, “I know that your Corpse Demon Clan owes the Royal Family a great favor, and today you risk the scorching sun to appear in this land of fire, all to repay that debt.
I thought her eminence had been impressively subdued, beheaded and suppressed, yet she could still summon the likes of you, a royal corpse demon; indeed, this gives me a headache.
But I dislike trouble, so let’s fight.”
Under the night, Si Li’s jade-green eyes took on a splash of blood-red ink, her pupils diffusing a crimson hue.
The black fabric of her dancing skirt dissipated in the wind and snow, replaced by a flamboyant red cloak fluttering, her silver Light Armor upon her body.
The golden hook at her hair’s end slipped, and her ink-black hair unfurled like a sea, dancing wildly with the wind.
Si Li raised an arm, her palm gripping a menacing orb of blood-red power, looking ready to battle.
Shu Ci curved her lips, a fierce will to fight emanating from within.
The vast sky became immensely oppressive from the full release of their auras, as if heaven and earth could collapse at any moment!
But in the next moment, the giant Snow Lion behind Si Li fluttered its wings, stirring up a blizzard of wind and snow, veiling her bright red figure in a world of white.
Amidst the drifting snow, Si Li’s voice, cold and dignified, cut through, “I certainly don’t have time to play this game with you here.”
Shu Ci stood rigid, forgetting to play her flute, disbelieving as she watched the sandstorm disperse and the wild snow calm.
By the side of the well, there was no sign of that royal personage.
Countless dark shadows, driven by her emotions, stirred restlessly among the sands of Desert North, taking on demonic forms.
She lowered her arms, the flute in her palm dissolving into specks of light that vanished, her gaze turning deep and somber, “After a thousand years, you’ve become shameless.”
Qi Ren approached, “Your Excellency…”
Shu Ci lifted her arm, cutting off his continuing words, her voice cold, “I know.
Since she loves to intrude so brazenly into the Forbidden Land of our Demon Clan’s relics, let her stay there forever.”
Qi Ren concealed his fierce gaze, and added, “By doing so, the alliance with the Corpse Demon Clan against the Immortal Sect and the righteous will not proceed as Your Excellency wishes.”
Shu Ci snorted, “With such a stubborn and indomitable spirit, how could she willingly submit to others?
Better not to raise a tiger that may turn on you.”
She glanced sidelong at Qi Ren, “You are well-versed in the Eight Directions Forbidden Technique of the Red Flame Quicksand.
Hand Si Li over to you to deal with—remember, do not let her leave here alive.”
Qi Ren bowed, laughing confidently, “Your Excellency can rest assured, even if she is the Royal Empress of the Corpse Demon Clan, within the Quicksand Forbidden Land, I, the unworthy Qi Ren, can ensure she is buried in the sands.”
Shu Ci knew of Qi Ren’s stable nature, who never bragged idly, hence she nodded in satisfaction.
Her small figure disappeared amidst the wind and snow.