Chapter 411: Chapter 411
411: Chapter 398: The Consciousness of Submission 411: Chapter 398: The Consciousness of Submission The Female Demon Lord slowly narrowed her enchanting and dangerous long eyes, revealing an elusive light within them.
Si Li asked indifferently, “What did you go looking for the great serpent for?”
This question was directed at Baili An.
Baili An was still troubled by the loss of the Corpse Pearl.
Under her cold gaze, after a long while, he slowly lowered his head and said, “I have a friend who was swallowed by the great serpent.
I want to bring her home.”
Hearing the word “friend,” Si Li’s eyes showed a disdainful sneer, “Being swallowed by the Abyss serpent means certain death.
Even so, you still wish to proceed.”
Baili An said earnestly, “Even so, I must go!”
Si Li’s gaze brimmed with loathing, “With this trip to the Mortal World, you’ve started to act more and more like a human.
If you really are as weak as I imagine, then if you wish to die, die far away.
Don’t expect me to search for your bones to bring you back.
This life as a corpse demon, we are doomed to have no home to return to, no place to be buried.”
The Female Demon Lord raised her eyebrows with interest as she looked at Si Li, “Hey, are you serious?
“None of your business!” Si Li’s eyes coldly slanted.
The Female Demon Lord’s lips curved into a light smile, a malicious wickedness in her grin.
“Indeed, why am I even debating this with you?
Calculating the time, the Pici Bird should also be coming to our doorstep for trouble.
He may be able to draw the sword, but by far, his strength and Realm are insufficient.
And to be burdened with someone like you, half-crippled, it’s already a miracle if he can protect himself from being devoured.”
As soon as these words were spoken, the ancient moss and dust accumulated on the Bronze Gate was violently stirred up by the terrifying Astral Wind, and a sharp cry containing the breath of death descended from the sky.
The grey and white wings, like the grand umbrellas of the Heavenly Gods, shrouded everyone’s heads.
In the overwhelming darkness, two massive fires burned fiercely—those were the Pici’s eyes, coldly and indifferently observing everything below.
The Female Demon Lord smiled lazily, “Given that she had the courage to let you enter Ghost Mountain, she must have retained a way to deal with you, or perhaps she had already calculated that someone would be able to draw the All Heavens Divine Sword.
Oh Si Li, oh Si Li, you think you have a move left to play, but little do you know, your move is already within her scheming.”
Si Li smiled obliquely, “But how do you know I’m not simply waiting for this very Pici?”
The Female Demon Lord was taken aback.
Si Li chuckled lightly, looking at her, “As a Demon Lord constrained and beheaded, you possess abilities beyond ordinary people’s imagination.
With your consciousness spreading through the Four Seas, all the way to the Mortal World, you’ve nearly brought the remaining Demon World back to its glory.
You know many things, and many matters in the world are within your calculation and control.
But this does not mean that, apart from you, the Demon Lord, the rest of the world is filled with unintelligent commoners.”
Si Li’s gaze shifted, looking towards Baili An, “Do you know why you ended up in the Demon Cave?”
Baili An’s dark eyes reflected the sky full of feathers.
He sighed and said, “Because there’s a river at Kongcang Mountain.”
Si Li smiled faintly, “You may be weak, but you are not stupid.”
“A river?” The Female Demon Lord’s eyes widened, genuine surprise and confusion appeared in them for once.
But soon, that emotion turned uncontrollable and dangerous, as if she couldn’t believe, “This is impossible.
He can’t have done this.
The enormous dark shadow stopped its oppressive descent, the space was compressed by the terrifying demonic power, creating countless exploding whirlwinds.
The words of the Female Demon Lord were lost amidst the winds.
Two fires turned into six.
Three heads awakened at once, and demonic power ascended to the skies.
The half-closed Bronze Gate even vibrated violently under their feet.
The plants and dust were shaken into pieces by the demonic power and whirlwinds.
Even the cold, dark aura continuously pouring from the Abyss was subtly suppressed by this display of power.
Hong Zhuang’s hood was blown off, revealing her face engraved with cursing blue patterns, filled with horror.
She couldn’t help but fall to her knees, her mind in turmoil.
In the midst of a great tidal surge, countless demonic winds raged.
Baili An’s clothes flapped wildly, tossed and turned by the winds from all directions.
With a sharp tear, his clothes were ripped, and a vicious cut appeared on his arm.
Countless streams within the space, invisible mighty Divine Weapons though edgeless, yet incredibly sharp.
Baili An raised his palm, and numerous jagged cuts appeared across his arm and clothes.
He seemed unaffected by the pain as he clenched a ball of wind.
Only then did he confirm that it wasn’t wind tearing through his body, but invisible Sword Qi hidden within the wind.
The Pici, which fed on Sword Qi, naturally could release countless powerful strands of it.
Beneath his palm, the Sword Qi vibrated fiercely, reopening the wound on his palm caused by the All Heavens Heavenly Sword, and a drop of crimson blood fell from the windy Sword Qi, dropping in the distance.
The blood touched the earth, splattering a red feather-flower.
A giant razor-sharp bird claw descended from the sky.
That’s what Baili An was waiting for.
With a glint in his eyes, he performed the Seven Ashes Steps, nimbly evading the claw strike.
The claw missed, causing mountains in the distance to tremble, while the blood feather silently embedded itself into its talon.
Suddenly, a strong consciousness joined in Baili An’s spirit platform, at his command.
Without hesitation, he grasped that consciousness, and with a thunderous roar, the gigantic demonic bird collapsed like a falling mountain, its wings folded, quietly nesting on the bronze earth.
The demonic winds went still, with silence spread across the wilderness.
In the darkness of night, the Female Demon Lord’s long black hair gently cascaded down.
Her pale and enchanting face flickered in the dappled light and shadows, bearing an eerie calm.
Hong Zhuang, stunned for a long while, stared at the mountainous ancient demonic bird on the ground, unable to recover her senses.
Si Li was taken aback by Baili An’s quick subduing of the Pici, despite expecting this outcome.
In the past, she was summoned by Jiang Chen’s consciousness to the Demon Cave, and it was there she first saw the young man within the ancient coffin, pale and lifeless.
Though already having undergone the Royal Family’s Holy Pool’s baptism, his fragile form seemed as though it would crumble at a touch, yet Si Li could vividly sense the bloodline within him calling out to her own.
It was unclear why Jiang Chen, with his character of preferring deficiency over excess, would spend the precious resources of the Holy Pool during his sealing and weakened state to create another descendant.
Over millions of years, only sixteen pure-blood descendants were created.
Each of the fifteen brothers before her was a brilliant figure of their time, legends that shook the ancient and illuminated the present.
This young man had nothing but good looks; even his cultivation was laughably weak before his death.
Yet Jiang Chen placed in him an expectation that none of his brothers had, enshrining his body within the Demon Cave for the worship of countless ghosts, day and night.
He even declared that in the mountains across the sea, he could take a look at the scenery within the ancient and mysterious Mohe within the Demon World.
Although the Mohe ranked last among the six rivers, with the least noticeable power.