Chapter 373: Chapter 373
373: Chapter 361: Seeking Flowers and Pleasure 373: Chapter 361: Seeking Flowers and Pleasure The blood-red threadworms dyed the river waters, and countless yin creatures, their presence repressed by Mount Xiao Jun’s aura, smelled the scent of living beings and surged out in droves, entangling and biting the threadworms.
Despite this, such a vast number of yin creatures still struggled to retain all of the threadworms.
On the riverbank, beneath Xing Wu’s feet, only the skeleton of the enormous Blood Beast remained, with just a withering Blood Flower fluttering at its chest, countless blood-red threadworms constantly surging out from within the flower.
These worms were numerous, occupying every small forgetful river passageway they could traverse, and quickly gave chase in the direction of the river whale, the fine bloodworms burrowing into the whale’s body.
The giant whale let out a mournful, long cry, its massive body withering at a terrifying speed.
Xing Wu let out a cruel chuckle, “When a whale falls and all things rise from ‘The Hidden Verses of Baiye Luo.’…
The flavor is quite exquisite.”
Layers of flesh began to grow over the skeletal surface of the Blood Beast at his feet.
As the whale plunged into the River of Forgetfulness, the beautiful woman bit down hard on a strand of Si Li’s hair, and soon both were submerged by the river.
Mount Xiao Jun gently tapped the Ancient Bronze Book at her waist, summoning countless vines and leaves upon the river’s surface, and a massive Tree Demon grew upon it.
Its supple branches tightly wound around her slender waist and flung her far across to the opposite shore, successfully reaching the bank.
The newly acquired Tree Demon, however, sank into the riverbed under the relentless gnawing of Witch Worms, becoming mud.
Enduring the piercing wound through her spine, Mount Xiao Jun struggled to stand, her gaze haunting as she watched the vivid red figure washed away by the river, she slowly exhaled, her expression troubled.
This was truly a headache.
On one hand was the addictive, irresistible aroma.
On the other was the life-and-death significance of the Demon Lord’s life to her.
Faced with this difficult choice, Mount Xiao Jun anguished only for an instant before she stepped briskly along, following the lingering sweet scent in the air.
Qingshui had said, “In this life, one should seize the moment to enjoy pleasures.”
She had lived through thirteen spring, summer, fall, and winter seasons, and everything under heaven that she desired, innumerable high-status Immortals would deliver into her hands with trepidation.
Over time, she lost her desire for possessions.
Until today, she sought once more that scent sweeter than flowers, much like the pure, ephemeral snow atop Kunlun Snow Mountain.
She needed to figure out what the truth behind it all was.
In the face of this truth, her life, the Demon Lord’s life—both could be insignificant.
“Killing the Demon Lord will suffice; Mount Xiao Jun of the Kunlun Clan was never part of our plan,” suddenly, a wisp of black mist floated around Xing Wu.
A figure wrapped in a black cloak materialized beside him, the hood concealing most of their face, revealing only the sharp, pale chin.
Xing Wu’s twisted smile slowly faded, and he coughed inappropriately, known for his ruthless and bloodthirsty reputation, he looked oddly unnatural at this moment in the Demon Prison.
He looked helplessly at the black-robed person, saying, “I’ve just emerged from the Blood Beast, and I’m not dressed.
Could you not appear so out of nowhere?”
A hoarse chuckle came from beneath the hood, and from under the cloak, a slender, delicate hand lifted, dragging a new cloak.
There were deep scars on the person’s wrist, and their fingers seemed faintly weak.
Xing Wu glanced at her wrist and took the cloak, his voice again chillingly cold: “The Demon Lord must die, and that Mount Xiao Jun—I do not wish to see her continue living!
I cannot bear that face still appearing clearly in this mortal world.”
The black-robed person sighed, “After all, Her Majesty graced me with favor, and in her honor, I was born into this world.”
Xing Wu’s face was cold and merciless, “A Heart Demon needs no favors; we must abandon human values and morals, or you will lose everything.”
The black-robed person quickly fell silent.
Seemingly unwilling to see her spirits fall, Xing Wu hesitated a moment before speaking again, “Yun Rong has entered Ghost Mountain and is looking everywhere for you.”
The black-robed person suddenly looked up, the shadows beneath the hood revealing a pair of beautiful, thin lips.
The lips parted slightly, “I want to do the same as you, to kill the main body.”
Xing Wu’s face was first shocked, then furiously opposed: “No!
I forbid you to do that!”
She pursed her lips, “Yun Rong in this world will only be a hindrance.”
“Don’t even think about it!” Xing Wu trembled with anger.
“Once you kill the main body, you will lose all future!”
She scoffed at herself, her tone suddenly sad, “A Heart Demon is but an illusion…
what future is there to speak of?”
There is no deity to look up to and no place for us among mortals below, accompanied only by the bright night and nightmares.
She was already half-damaged by the storms of life.
Xing Wu looked at her, his eyes unusually black and warm, his tone gentle as if making a vow, “The dream is not yet over; there are still cicadas in the deep cold.”
Not long after Mount Xiao Jun disappeared, two slender figures appeared out of thin air.
The long robes of the Divine Palace official grazed the ground but remained unstained by dust.
The Seal Keeper picked up a vine leaf from the ground, the fresh green leaf smeared with the mottled blood scent peculiar to the Divine Race.
Her expression immediately turned grave, “Mount Xiao Jun is injured!”
The Qingshui official’s gentle face suddenly bore a chilling intent, “We must find her quickly.”
“But ‘The Hidden Verses of Baiye Luo’ can mask Mount Xiao Jun’s presence.”
Qingshui’s eyes flickered as she said, “Let’s go to the three realms of Ghost Mountain.
The Demon Clan is attempting to resurrect the Demon Lord, and we must open the Bronze Gate in the realms.
Mount Xiao Jun will surely appear there.”
The wagon wheels rolled on.
No one knew the exact location of the three realms of Ghost Mountain.
But with the Ghost Marriage Seal, Baili An’s group could locate Ghost’s whereabouts.
Heading northwest, Baili An noticed that Ghost’s trail was very chaotic; clear, yet winding east and west as if hesitantly struggling.
Although the purpose was clear, these traces revealed his current steps to be staggered with hesitation.
When Baili An finally encountered Ghost, he found that three groups had already converged on him.
Among them was the group led by Crown Prince Ying Xiu of Central Netherworld.
Even more interestingly, another group flying the Fiery Fire Mysterious Banner of the Wandao Immortal Alliance was led by a familiar face.
Baili An was astonished.
Compare to when they had parted, Lin Guiyuan’s aura had grown much stronger, not by a smidgen, but considerably.
When he first entered Immortal City, he was at the same level as Lin Yuan, both barely at the level of unlocking the sea.
In these few short days, this robust aura clearly had broken through to Chengling.
His clothes were inexplicably tattered, revealing skin etched with countless dark runes.
Every swing of his fist caused the dark runes to burst with intense light, and for a time, he seemed to hold his own against Ghost.