Chapter 399: Chapter 399

399: Chapter 386: The Charmer 399: Chapter 386: The Charmer The Bronze Gate was a relic from the inception of creation, a mystery of this world that no one could unravel.

Even the Venerable Immortal found it difficult to comprehend the puzzle left by this gate for mankind.

Yet at this moment, Ning Feiyan confidently told him, “Those who enter the gate shall not die.”

Bi Ping felt it was ludicrous, yet also deeply shocked, “But, to this day no one has been able to…”

“No one has been able to exit the Bronze Gate, but that doesn’t mean that those who entered its world in history are dead.”

Ning Feiyan looked at him with a smile that was not quite a smile, “Otherwise, why do you think the Demon Clan mingles among Ghost Mountain?

There are rumors that the lord of the Demon World was sealed within the Bronze Gate; they seek to resurrect the Demon Lord.

Since the Demon Lord has been sealed for a thousand years without dying, the world within the gate must not be a place where death is inevitable.”

Bi Ping’s body shook, and he froze for a long time, the flush from drinking slowly fading from his face to a pale hue.

He stared at the woman before him, dressed in a purple tiger Sect Robe, the clear and calm colors in her eyes suddenly making him feel that the wind at the cliff of Ghost Mountain was bone-chillingly cold.

“You…” His voice hoarsely rolled out from deep in his throat, and he could say no more.

Ning Feiyan stood up from the cliff edge, her purple robe billowing around the rocks like tendrils of smoke.

She squinted her eyes and smiled lightly, “Me?

What were you trying to say?”

Just then, a mountain wind arose from the Abyss, lifting her robe and black hair.

The strands of black hair on Ning Feiyan’s cheeks danced, revealing a pair of earlobes, pale and beautiful.

Bi Ping forgot to breathe for a moment, fixating his gaze on her as if he were afraid of missing anything.

Those pale, jade-like ears, unlike what any common human possessed, were longer and sharper than human ears, usually hidden under clouds of black hair and thus unseen.

But now, under the vicious chill of the wind, those ears stood out conspically.

Especially the left ear, which sported a dangling bright red bead, rich in color and gleaming like a fiery blaze in the dark, night, stunningly beautiful and striking.

Bi Ping recognized the origin of that bead immediately, and he knew what that fiery red bead meant in that ancient mysterious forest in the North.

His mind went blank for a long while before he slowly came to his senses.

Bi Ping finally spoke again, his voice hoarse beyond recognition, “You…

you’re here to resurrect the Demon Lord as well.”

Ning Feiyan, surrounded by dancing branches and vines, was like a beautiful, gentle demon amidst thousands of tendrils.

Regardless of her circumstance, the smile never seemed to fade from her eyes; “More precisely, I am here to resurrect my master.”

Bi Ping took a deep breath, his heart momentarily powerless, but after the profound weakness, he shamefully realized his heart was filled with a slight, smug satisfaction.

Ning Feiyan had held a position as an elder in the Wandao Immortal Alliance for a hundred years, which also meant she had hidden her identity in the Mortal World for a century without anyone noticing a clue.

But today, she revealed her identity to him without any reservations.

Did this not imply that he differed from the other men vying for her favor?

Bi Ping knew, being the Young Master of the Tianlong Sect, he could obsess over a woman to madness, but he should never degrade himself before a member of the demon class.

Yet he found his emotions were beyond his own control.

“The ancient scrolls say that in the land of Beiyuan, where the forest emerges, between the crevices of heaven and earth, spirits are born, recorded as Charming Spirits.

The Charming Spirits exist on the fringe of the laws of heaven and earth, thus unprotected by the benevolent Immortal Spirits.

Even though they bear a purity at birth comparable to divine beings, they soon become tainted by the Mortal World’s heavy air, morphing into demons, so…”

Bi Ping looked at her with an endlessly complicated expression, “You are a demon.”

Where Beiyuan once existed, now lies the ancient land of the Demon World.

And her identity was becoming clear.

She was an Enchanting Demon, fallen from spirit to demon.

Moreover, Enchanting Demons, when born weak and bodiless, had to undergo the tempering force of the forest’s origin to solidify their form.

That origin was the Holy Soul Fire within a frigid ancient riverbed in Beiyuan Forest.

And the inheritor of that Holy Soul Fire has always been the Master of Charming Spirits.

And that Holy Soul Fire, which could control the life and death of countless Enchanting Demons’ transformations, hung from Ning Feiyan’s ears.

So, she was not just a mere Enchanting Demon, she was also the River Lord of one of the six great rivers of the Demon World.

Ranked fourth, the Holy Soul River!

The moonlight faded entirely, wrapping the entire world in a thick cocoon of darkness, occasionally allowing a faint trickle of spiritual energy from the outside world to flow in, breaking contact.

The vast and silent River Hell stretched over three hundred miles, inked as though the gods splashed it with thick ink, black and seemingly bottomless.

It brought a tide of darkness so profound that time seemed to despair, slowly devouring an entire realm.

Those who had paid with Spirit Stones had already been hypnotized by the Demon Tamer, taking refuge early within the Demon Vine.

Through the gaps between the vines, one could clearly see the encroaching darkness, tangible, carrying an air of cold, ancient mystery.

Everything happened in utter silence, yet not slowly.

Those cultivators who couldn’t afford to pay with Spirit Stones could only clutch their weapons tightly, despairingly watching the heart-wrenching darkness approach.

The tide of darkness crossed borders like rivers and seas, and those struggling in the dark, their voices as if swallowed by the vast sea of darkness, their desperate, anguished cries for help unheard.

Observed from behind the Demon Vine, it was like watching a silent film.

The scene was utterly eerie.

As the darkness receded, those unprotected by the Demon Vine silently vanished, as if they had never existed in this world.

Li Jiujiu’s face was deathly pale as she stuttered, “They… are they all dead?”

Outside, not to mention thousands, at least a few hundred talented individuals of the Mortal World were just wiped out.

Baili An looked deeply at Li Jiujiu through several layers of vines, softly saying, “Don’t be afraid.”

Li Jiujiu said, “People from the Wandao Immortal Alliance are really despicable; they insist on collecting Spirit Stones to protect them, and prohibit trading precious Magic Artifacts and Spirit Pills.

So many lives of the righteous wasted here only boosts the morale of the Demon Sect.

Fang Geyu, you have quite a few Spirit Stones; I think from the start you should have collected valuable items from them in exchange for Spirit Stones.

In this way, not only their lives could have been saved, but also you wouldn’t be at a loss.”

While those hiding in the Demon Vine were unaffected by the cold, overwhelming dark consciousness.

However, Fang Geyu’s complexion became even paler, and the usually composed woman, when looking into that dark world, her gaze blurred with unease.