Chapter 409: Chapter 409

409: Chapter 396: Sword Disappears 409: Chapter 396: Sword Disappears The Female Demon Lord grasped the underlying meaning of his words and was instantly furious, “You cunning boy, thinking before even restoring my head to its rightful place that I would protect you along the way?!

Where in the world is there such a good deal!”

Baili An responded with a rather fake but very charming smile.

At that moment, the cold sword tip embedded in Si Li’s chest began to emit burning Sword Intent; golden sword fire and gushing blood erupted simultaneously.

The Female Demon Lord realized it was a critical moment to draw the sword, her expression solemn and her gaze intense, she quieted down.

As the sword fire and the blood burned, the sword wind that rose was chilling to the bone.

A white mist lifted the fringe on Baili An’s forehead, and the disheveled hair quickly frosted over with a thin layer of frost.

As the golden Ancient Sword in his hand grew heavier, the palm that was slashed by the sword tip stopped bleeding; the cherry-red liquid solidified into frost.

A faint, light sound emerged from Baili An’s face.

His skin cracked open without warning, and tiny blood-red flowers bloomed on his face.

This was not a good sign, for if he did not release the sword soon, what shattered would not merely be a small patch of skin on his cheek.

The sword wind slowly dissipated between heaven and earth, and Hong Zhuang took an extra few glances, feeling as though her eyes were being stabbed with a sharp sword.

She staggered backwards in shock, overawed by the ancient and vast Sword Intent, under the solemn and stern presence of the Ancient Sword, she found herself unable to harbor any trace of hostility.

She could not understand; it made sense if the Demon Lord herself directly faced the Ancient Sword, but why hadn’t the Sword Intent forced this boy to retreat after he touched the Ancient Sword?

How could he withstand the fear induced by a weapon that had absorbed the blood of gods from numerous heavens?

Baili An’s pupils also took on a light frosty hue, blurring his vision, and the Ancient Sword he saw gradually transformed into a complex world.

On a single sword, he seemed to see the universe.

A world ancient and unfamiliar to man.

The intricate patterns on the sword were profound, but to Baili An, it did not feel like a natural formation of the world, but rather like a starry ancient path created by divine thoughts.

Baili An’s spirit platform flickered, and the gates of his residence flung open as streams of transparent and pure spiritual power gently seeped into those ancient trail marks.

The sword patterns created by Divine Thought naturally accepted spiritual power.

Although cultivators mainly focusing on spiritual power were few on the continent.

Across the Four Seas and Eight Desolates, celestial beings were as common as stars, and there was no shortage of talents who painstakingly cultivated their spiritual powers.

Hong Zhuang thought blankly, yet since the birth of the Tianyao Continent, there had apparently never been an instance where a divine sword could accept the spiritual power worshiped by the world.

She was shocked and puzzled, wondering why this young man could achieve this.

If she could open her eyes and closely observe Baili An, she would see that the spiritual power he manifested was incredibly pure, free from any impurities, resembling a pristine rain yet untainted by the corrupt world.

As it fell into the sword, it was like a baptism, cleansing the intricate continuous sword patterns.

Hong Zhuang forced herself to stay focused and glanced at the Demon Lord, only to find her resting with her eyes closed, showing no surprise.

The fierce wind made her face slightly pale.

She seriously pondered what kind of youth Ning Feiyan had schemed against.

The dense and meticulous sword patterns on the divine sword were lit one by one.

But Hong Zhuang, who knew well the power and mystery of the divine sword, realized that the sword patterns nurtured for hundreds of millions of years were no longer mere sword patterns.

Each pattern represented a mountain, a sea, a revered river, millennia of time.

What kind of relentless spiritual power was needed to ignite all the patterns on this sword?

She sensed Baili An’s pure yet sparse spiritual power and couldn’t help feeling a schadenfreude joy.

Baili An had only practiced spiritual power for a few months.

No matter how monstrous his Talent, it was impossible for him to light all the sword patterns that compared to mountains and rivers, lakes, and seas of the world.

In fact, Baili An was indeed unable to do so; his palms gradually loosened from the sword tip, withdrawing the long-unused silver sword.

The closed eyes of the Female Demon Lord brightened by the sword light, she suddenly opened her eyes, staring intently at the small sword, her deep, abyss-like pupils instantly flickering with a brilliant and sinful light.

The silver sword gently slid across the divine sword, leaving no marks, but the silver sword tip served as a beacon, guiding Baili An’s limited yet extremely pure spiritual power.

He didn’t need to ignite all the sword patterns; Baili An was not arrogant enough to subjugate this unparalleled divine weapon to his will.

He merely needed to find a single divine pattern that ran through the sword.

The pure, colorless spiritual power streamed like a line of mercury, flowing from one end of the sword hilt straight into the sword tip.

The divine sword, as if satisfied and soothed after a long absence, ceased its destruction of Si Li’s body, vibrated joyfully, and then calmed down.

Like an ordinary ancient sword.

Baili An exhaled a weak breath of stale air.

Slowly, he withdrew the divine sword.

The eerie, sinister gaze of the Female Demon Lord subtly shifted away from the small sword.

“Release the sword, it will return to the Divine Temple on its own.”

Baili An frowned and said in a deep voice, “I can’t let go.”

The expression of the Female Demon Lord changed as she saw that the unruly sword, which could only be appeased but not subdued, clung tightly to Baili An’s essence.

Then, without giving anyone a chance to react, the sword turned into specks of golden light and disappeared from his hand…

Baili An rubbed his hand, which was battered to the point where the bones were barely visible through the mangled flesh, and asked, “What just happened?”

A flicker passed through the Female Demon Lord’s eyes, “If nothing unexpected, that sword just marked you.”

“It means if it ever gets hungry, bored, cold, or uncomfortable, it might come to you for a chat.”

The Female Demon Lord squinted her eyes, teasingly said, “Young man, don’t look so dejected.

Remember, ancient immortal swords have manifested spiritual bodies, crafting beautiful tales with their masters.

This divine sword is the first ancient divine sword between heaven and earth; who knows, maybe it will transform into a stunning beauty and keep you company one day.”

After the aura of the divine sword completely vanished, Baili An felt waves of weakness inside him.

He glanced lightly at the beautiful head dangling at his waist.

“Monarchs of the Demon World, are they all so improperly serious?”

The movements of the Female Demon Lord stiffened, her eyelids twitched, and she ground her teeth, “Blind brat, I am in the prime of my youth and beauty; how am I old?!”

Baili An no longer engaged with the chatty Demon Lord, sat crossed-legged beside the Bronze Gate, and began to regulate his breathing, nurturing the immense void of weakness inside him.

In the icy depths of the Abyss, where the bottom was not visible, the world beneath the door was cold and silent, but it was not a barren and empty world.

The unsettling dark aura was akin to a cultivator with depleted spiritual power suddenly arriving at a spiritual vein-rich mountain.

For the corpse demon, he could quickly and effectively nourish the Corpse Pearl inside his body with the cold dark energy here.