Chapter 446: Chapter 446
446: Chapter 342: Demon Enters the Mortal World 446: Chapter 342: Demon Enters the Mortal World The Demon World was swept by howling winds that cut through like blades.
He took off his cloak and wrapped her up, carefully concealing her, staring at the serene and peerless smile beneath the snowy fox fur; though it was pale and bloodless, his heart ached unbearably with sorrow, as he reluctantly bowed his head and kissed her cool, dark brows.
He said, “I’m taking you home.”
The sound of the wind quieted significantly.
Yun Rong’s languid eyelids suddenly sprang open, looking startled, somewhat adorably bewildered.
She had never been so intimately approached by him before; the soft, cool touch was still lingering, and her dignified and beautiful face immediately flushed with a faint rosy hue.
Other women blush on their cheeks, but this sword-crazed girl’s blush was on the tip of her pretty nose.
A mere blush felt unprecedented for her, despite thousands of years of matrimony.
She coughed lightly, tilted her head slightly, hiding her reddened nose.
“On the seventh day of the ninth month, Bai Tuo Mountain, we await the great arrival of the Demon Lord.”
After dropping those words to the entire Demon World, he took Yun Rong and left by crossing the river.
Fang Geyu thought Arao would try to stop their departure.
But she didn’t; she just watched his retreating figure in silence.
The Demon World was filled with a fear of death and blood brought on by that one slash of the sword.
No one dared make a sound.
Only after his presence had completely vanished from the Demon World did Arao let out a low chuckle, her voice seemingly sunken into dust, “Taking her home…”
She sat back on her lonely throne, her desolate and barren eyes reddening slightly, yet her face wore a scornful smile,
“Shu Ci, tell me, I merely destroyed one of her hands and pierced her pipa bones; does this injury justify his uproar?”
Shu Ci asked, “Is the Demon Lord sad?”
“Back then, I was condemned by thousands, burned by lightning and fire for days without end, nearly exhausting all my strength, enduring the pain of gouging eyes, bone fractures, and a thousand years of sealing torment!”
Her gaze fixed emptily on the endless void, “I thought I could wait for him to glance back at me, even if it cost my life, I would willingly exchange it for those words, but he said them so effortlessly to her…”
She laughed at herself, “Indeed, fate treats us differently; she doesn’t know how to love, yet she became his wife, monopolizing him for thousands of years.
Words I couldn’t receive in exchange for my blood and shattered bones, she got them as if by right.”
“Shu Ci, tell me, is my existence a joke?”
Shu Ci replied in a low voice, “The Demon Lord can make the living a joke with him.
There are laws of heaven and earth; he, being a True Immortal, forced his way across the Netherworld River, committing a grave taboo that surely exhausted his mind.
His impulsive actions today will greatly affect his upcoming consecration as the new Emperor.
Since he desires the name on the Emperor’s jade to burn bright like a star, surely that can’t happen now.
With Zhu Zhan dead, why not seize the opportunity on the seventh day of the ninth month to settle past grievances?”
The Netherworld River that had been cleaved by Sword Qi slowly converged, its torrential waters sobbing in the cold wind.
She gazed at the riverbank, suddenly feeling like a paper boat torn in half, swaying in the wind with no destination in sight.
After a long while, she sighed out four words, “That’s just as well.”
Autumn had deepened in the Mortal World by September, with continuous chilly rain, the earth cold and damp, frosty winds sweeping over the mortal realm, bringing chilling and filthy coldness.
History dissipates like dust, time grinds like bone.
The Demon Lord, who rose to power in the last era, returned to the Mortal World in an overpowering manner.
Nine Golden Crows broke through the gloom from the end of the long night, and above the vast Tianyao Continent, the endless drizzle was all turned into terrifying black-golden demon flames.
Shu Ci, as the leader of the Six Rivers, possessed power that surely surpassed Tianxi’s Thirteen Swords, the Taixuan Nine Classics, and the Cangwu Ten Hidden Palaces.
She was born with the ability to never die and to command Demon Soldiers.
With the Golden Crows clearing the way, millions of Demon Soldiers forged ahead unceasingly, and the dayless Mortal World faced an unprecedentedly terrifying doomsday.
Far off in other realms, on the Immortal Island and the Spiritual Mountains, she displayed her unprecedented strength and brutality to the countless beings, like meteors falling to the mortal realm.
Within days, the Hundred Immortal Sects, even reclusive elder Immortals, could not escape their fate.
The Taixuan Sect and the Cangwu Palace were all overrun; wherever the Golden Crow’s twin wings passed, it would transform into a sea of Purgatory flames.
The incessant rainy gloom was stained red with blood rain; amidst the mournful heavens and earth, it was truly a world of blood and wind.
Demons and Fierce Ghosts roamed among men.
Overgrown grass on rural paths could not cover the stark white bones, and the once thriving ancient roads of the Capital were filled with the undying ghost army of Shu Ci, who, upon seeing anyone, would devour them; the Imperial City’s Guard Army had long fled in the face of this overriding disaster.
Occasionally, Disciples from various Sects could be seen in the city, forming arrays to protect the citizens, but they too were stubbornly resisting, with tragic outcomes.
The Demon Clan’s army rolled over everything like a black tide, crushing everything in its path.
On the seventh day of September, the Demon Lord Arao, who had stood alone at the gate of Bai Tuo Mountain for three days, saw the approaching Demon Clan army that covered the mountains like clouds.
Leading the Six Rivers, Shu Ci knelt before her, respectfully saying, “Monarch, the Hundred Immortal Sects had all been annihilated three days ago, the disciples of the Taixuan Sect and the Cangwu Palace fought to their deaths and were reduced to ashes in the flames of the Golden Crow.”
“Taixuan Su Jing and Cangwu Yin Baishuang?”
“Following the Monarch’s orders, they have been captured by Shu Ci and have become prisoners of our Demon Clan.”
Arao glanced at the two women bound to the bronze and green columns, her lips curling into a cruel cold smile, “Very well, then…
Let’s ascend the mountain.”
No sooner had her words fallen than the protective Sword Array at the gate of Xijian Sect crumbled and was destroyed.
The ground at her feet cracked open, and the dozens of precious spiritual veins buried in the mountain were instantly tainted, and murky purple earthfire exploded from the fissures.
The last sacred land of the Immortal family in the Mortal World was slowly poisoned by the Tusk of the evil demon.
As she took another step forward, the sword testing stone at the mountain gate emitted a million golden rays, the sound of numerous swords filled the sky, flying in reverse and dancing; above Tianxi, the legend of the sword stone, hiding a million Sword Souls, finally awoke in this world.
In Arao’s bleak and lifeless dark eyes, the stirring sight of a million Sword Souls brought a burning brilliance.
An image shrouded in Sword Qi appeared on the ancient stele.
Backlit, he stood as straight as bamboo.
Rain continued to fall from the sky, and the wet hair draped over a gentle and pale face reflected the swift sword light in a hazy glow.
His black and red sword robe flapped, raindrops hitting it and soon scattering into countless shiny, round beads.
His clothes were drenched, and even though he stood as straight as bamboo, the thin silhouette of his figure was inevitably drawn.
Through the heavy rain curtains, looking at the man on the sword stele, Arao’s gaze blurred for a moment, then her emotions scattered like snow in the wind, a shadow veiling her eyes, “Master, I have come to meet the appointment.”
He gazed at the Female Demon Lord, not far below the tall stele, his eyes flickering with a shimmering light, pained and profoundly sorrowful; he pursed his thin lips and said, “You have truly gone mad.”