Chapter 382: Chapter 382

382: Chapter 370: Shattered Mountain 382: Chapter 370: Shattered Mountain Snow still fell from the overcast skies, yet the matter had settled into dust.

Until the Ghost perished, the third realm of Ghost Mountain would never again exist in this world.

Everything seemed predestined, and although the Second River was furious to the extreme, he knew to cut his losses in time.

With a sweep of his palm, he cleared the crowd that had been rushing to kill and, with a cold snort, vanished into the darkness.

Baili An glanced once at the lady in white standing amid the flying frost, and whether by coincidence or accident, her position was not far from him, just three steps away.

Like a character of silver snow from the heavens, she now gave the illusion of being within arm’s reach.

Her black hair, like crow feathers, was covered with a thin layer of light snow, even more highlighting her ice-cold beauty, as pure and cold as snow itself.

As Baili An’s gaze lingered, a snowflake happened to fall along her wide, snow-white collar and into her delicate, fragile neck.

Baili An extended his arm, tilting the Glazed Umbrella to cover most of the wind and snow.

Emotion Slayer silently returned to its sheath, as Su Jing cast a sidelong, indifferent glance at him, her eyes dark and without a ripple.

Yet she didn’t push the Glazed Umbrella away, quietly watching Baili An without saying a word.

The atmosphere suddenly turned strange.

Baili An felt that if he didn’t say something, she might continue looking at him with that mild gaze indefinitely.

“Ahem… With the Ghost’s death at Miss Jing’s hands, it seems that the first test of the Xianling City’s grand examination has indeed been solved by Miss Jing.”

Finally, Su Jing withdrew her gaze, saying, “I have no interest in Xianling City.”

Baili An hummed in acknowledgment and then fell silent.

Indeed, he was not adept at dealing with such cold-natured women.

Both remained silent.

Baili An lowered his head to look at the ground, unsure of her next move, contemplating how to bid her farewell.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed by chance that Su Jing wasn’t looking elsewhere; one of her hands was not resting in her sleeve but was slowly picking at the white crane embroidery on her cloud sleeve.

Her fingers were skillful, and it wasn’t long before one of the white crane’s small pointed beaks disappeared from the sleeve’s hidden embroidery.

A twisted, long thread hung from her sleeve cuff.

If neglected, it seemed that the entire crane’s head might come off.

Baili An sensed something was amiss and thus inquired, “Is something troubling Miss Jing?”

“There is not.” As she answered, Su Jing’s previously restless finger settled down quietly, gracefully resting on the back of her other hand.

Miss Jing did not look aside, maintaining a lofty and unapproachable coldness.

Her words were succinct and as precious as gold.

Baili An thought to himself, she being from the Righteous Immortal Sect, how impartial and ruthless she was towards the likes of the Second River and the Ghost, surely despising and detesting these types of Demons.

He guessed that out of consideration for the two life-saving favors he had done, she was restraining herself from lashing out at him.

In reality, she was likely already weary of his proximity and conversation.

Baili An, who was always considerate and amiable, hummed affirmatively and refrained from further disturbing her.

Who knew that the hand, which had just calmed down, began to fiddle with the sleeve embroidery again, even quicker than before, betraying a sense of urgency.

Baili An finally realized that something was bothering her.

He thought, perhaps she suffered some hidden injury while clashing with the Second River and was too proud to ask him for a healing remedy?

Just as he was about to inquire more closely, a deep, sorrowful roar suddenly came from the front, like an eagle screeching in its dying fury and despair.

“This… this cursed Ghost, why has he suddenly gone mad?”

Set up the Magic Array to restrain him!”

Baili An’s gaze had not yet left the ground when a fierce tremor rippled through the earth, like the terrifying noise of distant mountains collapsing, while deep, rumbling sounds rose continuously from beneath his feet.

It was as if a volcano deep within the earth were about to erupt!

The Ghost’s maniacal laughter wildly erupted, and Baili An felt a sudden unease.

In a swift motion, he raised his hand only to see the Ghost’s twisted head suddenly straighten, its brow split by a long, dark crack, from which an eerie black wind stormed furiously.

The black whirlwind seemed to possess the magic to awaken the great land.

The once lifeless Ghost Mountain seemed to have been endowed with life in that instant; the entire space erupted into chaos.

As if a giant ghost awoke, emitting heavy breaths.

Several cultivators, who had been close enough to the Ghost, intending to humiliate him as spoils from their venture into Ghost Mountain, were conceited.

Yet, an unexpected change occurred; they were twisted by the black wind, disappearing without a trace in an instant.

“What in the world is happening?!” Ying Xiu, carrying the unconscious Meng Zifei, roared angrily.

An incredibly strange sound suddenly came from within the windstorm.

The Ghost screeched once more as a pitch-black spider emerged from his forehead, leaping onto the ground and transforming into a pool of black liquid, seeping into the earth like within a sponge.

Everything happened too swiftly.

Su Jing turned pale and suddenly shouted, “Leave this place at once!”

“What the hell are you joking about?

The Ghost just killed my elder brother.

It was the first time Baili An saw such a ghastly look on Su Jing’s face, under her dark brows, her eyes as cold as blades, cutting towards that person, “The three realms have opened!

Leave this place now, move to the first realm!”

People turned around in shock, staring at her.

Apparently, they didn’t understand why the Ghost willingly opened the third realm out of the blue.

After all, his master had pressured him so much earlier, and yet he had not compromised.

I remember everything!

So you have not entered the cycle of reincarnation!

You are still lingering in the Mortal World, wasting away with the years!”

The Ghost shouted hysterically, kneeling on the ground, laughing so hard that he trembled, “Come and collect me!

Collect me, this Mortal World Fierce Ghost!

I want you to be my funeral accompaniment!

I want all of you to be my funeral accompaniment!”

The flames of vendetta for some unknown reason surged to such a violent extent.

With a thunderous boom—

The earth split open…

Baili An’s body suddenly sank, the black soil beneath him seemingly dissolving away by some force.

Ancient paths, dense forests, and big rivers.

They all began to fade inch by inch.

Exposed on the surface of the earth was a Bronze Gate.

An immensely large Bronze Gate.

Though only revealing the tip of the iceberg, it was still terrifyingly colossal.

The pool of spider-transformed black liquid was seeping into the crevices of the Bronze Gate.

As the black liquid flowed over it, the massive gate slowly began to open.

A mysterious and pale blue light shone from within the crack, as if passing through countless ancient, hidden years, casting a cold light over the frosty mountains and bringing a chill to the frost-covered Mortal World.

Two thousand years had passed since the third realm of Ghost Mountain

finally reappeared in the Mortal World.