Chapter 387: Chapter 387
387: Chapter 375: From Coffin Descends the Sky 387: Chapter 375: From Coffin Descends the Sky Ying Xiu’s murderous intent ran rampant.
The cold Bronze Gate suddenly ignited with three red Fire Lotuses, encircling Ying Xiu within them.
Each lotus was only the size of a palm, yet Ying Xiu’s skin blistered with heat, his hair visibly scorched and curling.
Ying Xiu’s footsteps halted abruptly, a thousand emotions overlapping in his eyes, flickers of ferocity accumulating, but swiftly he violently suppressed them.
His chest heaved twice, he lowered his gaze, and said, “Is the Taixuan Sect planning to intervene in the affairs of the You Dynasty?”
A faint halo of light, the source unknown, fell upon her cheek from underneath the Bronze Gate.
Dressed in white with black hair, her silhouette was slender and solitary, her cool skin shimmering with a chilling luster, her dark pupils reflecting the blazing Red Lotuses.
She said, “Step aside, you’re in my way.”
The coldness in Ying Xiu’s eyes was unstoppable; his facial skin cracked and then tensed, tensed and then cracked again.
He said in a deep voice, “You…
want to protect him?!”
Su Jing’s eyes lost all patience, she spoke no more.
A faint glint sparked in her ink-black pupils as a Red Lotus rose and swayed between the Bronze Gates.
Within its intense red flame could be seen a whisper of purple, the small Red Lotus flame appeared to possess a weighty presence, and with a soft sound, it struck Ying Xiu’s chest.
Ying Xiu’s face changed drastically, not expecting that Su Jing would actually strike him.
His deadly sword laid across his chest as myriad runes spilled chaotically.
For a moment, his energy was in complete disarray, he stumbled backward, a flush rising on his face, his sword-hand trembling violently.
He looked at Su Jing in disbelief.
The remaining two Fire Lotuses locked him in from front and back.
Su Jing said, “It’s bad enough that you’re powerless to change the current situation; to fuss over trifles and waste the time you’ve bought at the cost of summoning ghosts with your own life is simply foolish.”
Ying Xiu flew into a rage, “It’s not your turn to lecture me!”
“Is that so?” Su Jing’s lips parted faintly, the Red Lotus Cage forming around Ying Xiu, a prison drawn with fire, lock and bolts on all sides, arrogantly imprisoning him mid-air.
Before Baili An and the others could step forward, she proceeded in her white garb at an unhurried pace, calmly stating, “If I truly wished to chastise you, what could you do about it?”
Li Jiujiu was about to worship her, clutching her Dao Sword as she took quick, short steps to follow.
This was the Crown Prince of the Central Netherworld, with not even the semblance of courtesy?
Fang Geyu sneered continuously as he looked at Ying Xiu ensnared by the fierce flames, his face pale in the sky, “He’s brought it upon himself.”
Baili An shook his head, about to speak when suddenly his chest vibrated intensely, a profound force rendering his chest slightly numb.
At that moment, from the sky came a sound akin to the call of an eagle, piercing through the clouds, casting from the eternally ancient Ghost Mountain a ray of nether light into the skies.
A flurry of gray feathers fell softly like snow, and yet they sliced across his cheek, their edges sharp as blades.
Bringing with them a deep chill of the mysterious cold, even the exposed Bronze Gate developed a thick layer of frost, covering ancient marks and moss.
A deep shadow encompassed the ground beneath Baili An as if a vast darkness had blanketed the space above his head.
The Astral Wind swept in the opposite direction, a deathly hush over all vegetation.
An oppressively heavy gale swept across the land, pressuring Baili An into retreating a few steps, his forehead’s stray hairs disheveled by the wind, he struggled to lift his head toward the sky.
It was a tremendous Peng Bird, its gray and black wings stretching ten miles, bearing five heads, with each feather as sharp as a sword, its talons gripping a giant dark ice coffin.
Baili An’s eyes widened.
Under his heart, that heartbeat-like frequency became increasingly rapid and prominent.
Beneath the silent heart, as if something was about to emerge.
He unconsciously held his chest, the giant bird let out a fierce cry, and its five heads pecked violently at the ice coffin, producing a sound like metal clashing, loud and crisp.
The dark ice coffin cracked, but it never fully shattered, instead rebuffing the bird’s beaks until they bled.
The spider-web-like fractures on the coffin slowly healed themselves.
“What is that?” The giant bird exuded an overpowering aura of demon spirits, its wings like a pair of deathly shadows hanging over Li Jiujiu’s heart, her voice trembling as she whispered, greatly alarmed.
Fang Geyu’s eyes widened as well.
Skilled in deciphering the chaotic specters and demon texts, she was taken aback in the moment, speculating, “Could this be another one of the Demon Sect’s murderous schemes?”
The Red Lotus Cage that bound Ying Xiu was snuffed out by the gale from the giant wings, he plummeted from mid-air, the Sealing Demon Sword in his hand invaded by the cold of the Astral Wind, its inscribed runes breaking away into a scattered luster.
His face showed pain as he quickly stashed away the Sealing Demon Sword back into the Qiankun Bag.
With the Emotion Slayer in hand, Su Jing’s brows furrowed slightly, her gaze icy as she said, “Mystic Peng Pici.”
Baili An, puzzled, “Mystic Peng Pici?”
Su Jing’s expression remained mostly unchanged, her sleeves gracefully swept upwards, dissolving much of the Astral Wind’s chill, “The Mystic Peng Pici is a near-extinct old creature from the Chuicang era, granted an endless lifespan by a single drop of divine blood from Her Majesty, teetering on the edge between demon and immortal.
One would have thought the creature had long since returned to the realm of mountains and seas, yet unexpectedly, it had been placed by Her Majesty within Ghost Mountain.”
Fang Geyu looked intrigued, “Why would Her Majesty nurture a demon with her blood?”
In the reflection of Su Jing’s dark eyes, amidst the chaotic feathers, she said, “The Peng Pici, a bird though demonic, feeds on Sword Qi.
The Divine Temple is situated on Kunlun East Mountain, where a sword called All Heavens is kept.
All Heavens is an Ancient murderous Dao Sword, stained with the blood of countless God Demons, its malevolence unceasing.
Although East Heaven Temple suppresses the Divine Sword, occasionally Sword Qi overflows, injuring all Spiritual Objects on Kunlun East Mountain.
Since Her Majesty fed the bird with her blood, Pici has guarded East Mountain for Her Majesty, consuming Sword Qi, protecting living beings.”
Baili An, surprised, asked, “If it’s a creature from Kunlun East Mountain that feeds on Sword Qi, why would it appear here at Ghost Mountain?”
Su Jing’s gaze fixated on the dark ice coffin, her voice cold as a blade, “Indeed, why would the Mystic Peng Pici, which is regularly accompanied by the Qi of All Heavens, appear here?”
Suddenly, her pupils shrank abruptly as the surrounding Astral Wind intensified.
The frenzied pecking at the ice coffin not only failed to shatter it but instead resulted in the birds regurgitating blood from an unknown and powerful force within the coffin.
The five-headed bird screeched enragedly, its angry eyes spinning before suddenly noticing the Bronze Gate on the ground, cracked open like a Heavenly Pit.
As it circled and fluttered in the air, its massive claws released, and the ice coffin plummeted straight down into the crevice.
The dark aura of the ice coffin was overwhelming; any floating gray feathers that touched the coffin body disintegrated instantly into smoke.
The always cold and somber Bronze Gate, from the depths of the Abyss far away, suddenly echoed with a corresponding call.
The man-sized dark ice coffin descended slowly, and the seal of the Bronze Gate, offering by Hongying’s spirit, trembled and loosened, the earth Gate cracked open and was gradually reopening.
At that moment, everyone’s face turned exceedingly grim.