Chapter 459: Chapter 459

459: Chapter 455: I’ve Been Looking for You for a Long Time 459: Chapter 455: I’ve Been Looking for You for a Long Time In the end, she saw a world that seemed to be dyed red with blood, the sky was falling, the earth was collapsing, yet the entire world fell into a strange silence.

There was no sound of human voice or animal cry, the world was truly being destroyed.

The mountains and rivers appeared as if they had been leveled by a giant sword, the sky was cracking with fire, the earth was flowing like rivers; countless streams of fire flowed through the world, pieces of the world exploded in hurricanes, and the blood-red sky darkened due to the ruptures.

Suddenly, in this world of destruction, she saw a sword, its tip dripping with an oddly bright red blood.

The Demon Lord Arao, who once ruled the world, lay in a pool of blood beneath the sword, eyes closed, life and death uncertain.

The person holding that sword suddenly lifted his hand to pluck a star, and cast it into the long sea of the earth, causing the waters to ignite, burning from the ends of the Mortal World all the way to the depths of the Abyss of the Demon World.

He tossed away the sword in his hand, stooped to pick up the Demon Lord, and with a leap of his body, plunged into the long sea.

The world was in flames, years unknown; the Ying Dragon spread its wings and came flying from the east, the White Dragon sank into the sea, crashing open the Bronze Gate hidden in the taboo, the burning flames pouring into the world behind the gate.

In the silent and shattered apocalypse, no breath of life remained.

Yet Fang Geyu, through the passage of years, could feel a force beyond natural laws taking shape in this world.

The broken mountains and rivers began to mend in this force…

The flow of time was reversing, there were all four seasons in the Mortal World, spring, summer, autumn, and winter.

But in Fang Geyu’s eyes, it was winter, autumn, summer, spring, the rain falling upwards to the sky.

The final scene rewound and froze on the Tianxi Sword Sect at Bai Tuo Mountain, a baby was born, crying out.

The young Sword Master Baili Yu held his wife Ying Ji’s hand, eyes moist as he looked at the swaddled infant, softly saying, “A gentleman resides in peace awaiting destiny, as if hiding a sword, indifferent and speechless.”

“From now on, you’ll be named Baili An, with the courtesy name ‘Hidden Sword’.”

On the infant’s brow, there was a mottled star fading into oblivion.

The clangor of war faded like wind through grass, and the sound of churning Dragon Flame came overturning; Fang Geyu had always subconsciously struggled against the erosion of the demon within her bones, but now she gradually gave up.

In an instant, as though she had endured countless ages, her soul was shackled.

She stared blankly at the skull in front of her, its black hollow eyes telling a tale of historical vicissitudes.

The soul within this skeleton was desolate, no longer there, but the Daoist Spirit that had always been hidden inside the girl resonated profoundly.

This easily shattered the staunch defenses she had maintained for sixteen years.

Her Daoist heart developed a breach, a crack.

The Ten Directions Sword burst forth with dim light, and as her consciousness still lingered in the future, a beam took advantage of the vulnerability and penetrated Fang Geyu’s forehead, a filthy evil intent invading the pure Divine Mansion of the girl, leaving a black blemish.

Fang Geyu’s head throbbed violently.

She lifted a fingertip, blankly catching a tear on her cheek.

Her heart was empty, the chaotic and ancient memories, within a fleeting moment, were orderly sorted out, and then she painfully arrived at a cruel truth.

Dark Demon Marks unknowingly began to spread over her body, her brow cracked with a fine thread-like, vermillion evil red.

At this moment, she looked like a girl polluted by a demon.

Deep inside her black pupils, a hint of ominous gold began to seep out.

The Ten Directions Sword in her hand slowly concealed its Sword Qi, becoming even more terrifying.

The negative emotions controlled by the soul of the Evil God, like seeds in spring, crazily sprouted in her heart.

It felt like she was grasped by an invisible giant hand, her life and death not her own.

Fang Geyu indifferently drew her sword, carrying the remains on her back, stepping forward, crossing that shallow Barrier.

She walked through the flames and lava.

Because of this skeleton, the fires that had tormented her countless times seemed to have a will of their own, fearing to destroy something of great importance.

The fires consciously parted, leaving a clear path.

The flames dared not lick the girl’s soft skin any longer, and even the tumultuous breath within the serpent’s belly became utmost gentle and careful.

Fang Geyu raised the Ten Directions Sword, her gaze indifferent, the red mark on her forehead deep in evil intention.

The sinister Ten Directions Sword seemed ready to kill the great serpent at any moment, breaking open a new heaven and earth.

When dragons battle in the fields, the retreating ocean turns into a serpent.

Rather than living like a monster, clinging to dry bones, better I give you liberation by my own hand!

The spot within the Divine Mansion, like venom, spread quickly, the impending darkness threatening to fall.

Her sword was raised high, the smile on her face gradually losing human nature.

A streak of silver light penetrated this blood-red world…

In her heavy, numb consciousness, she seemed to hear the sound of the Dragon Scale shattering.

Cold Dragon Blood splashed all over her, and light from the outside seeped in.

The first person she saw when she returned to the dust of the earth,

She suddenly had an urgent desire to know the answer.

So, she sent the sword along with the light.

The silver spear struck down.

It was the distinct scent of a storm at sea; she saw on the icy surface of the ocean…

The young man all covered in blood and battered, hardly better looking than herself.

His eyes shone with a remarkable brightness, as if nothing could extinguish the light at the bottom of his eyes.

The soul of the Evil God, like dark clouds pressing down, nearly took over her entire spirit platform, the Sword Qi of the Ten Directions Sword in her hand growing increasingly dangerous.

The Fang Geyu who had been eager to escape from the belly of the dragon saw him in that instant and no longer wanted to bring this danger into a world where he existed.

Resisting that terrible consciousness, she moved back towards the interior of the dragon’s belly.

But just as she had barely retracted one leg, a swift wind swept over, and her arm tightened, grasped by a cold palm with a powerful force that pulled her out with immense strength.

She fell into a cold embrace.

The Ten Directions Sword almost released a deadly Sword Qi several times, but Fang Geyu desperately suppressed it.

The wind howled in her ears.

Both soaked in Dragon Blood, Baili An no longer had the strength for Sword Control, hugging the girl in his arms tightly, protecting her fiercely as they crashed onto the thick ice of the sea.

Ice shards erupted, Fang Geyu’s head banged heavily against his chin, her ears filled with the dragon’s incomparable roaring, making her eardrums hurt.

She used her sword as a prop, ready to leave.

Her physical condition should not be overlooked, nor should the great serpent, a terrible threat—the target was that existence within her.

But just then, as she barely managed to push herself up, an arm tightly encircled her and the young man beneath her suddenly flipped over, pressing her down with force, a departure from his usual docile tenderness, his hands frighteningly strong, almost snapping her waist.

The chilling coldness of the sea’s surface pierced her bones; Fang Geyu felt her butt cold, her waist in pain, a hint of negativity allowed the will of the Evil God to roar within, murderous intent flashing in her eyes.

Fang Geyu lifted her head proudly: “You’re looking for…”

The word ‘death,’ filled with murderous aura, was silenced by him with his lips.

An unexpected kiss, urgent and heavy, inching inward, in its inadvertence, she could even feel the tingling sharpness of his Tusk.

Fang Geyu’s mind buzzed, her propped-up body suddenly collapsed, lying on the ice, her hands nervously clenched into fists against his shoulders, her not-so-full breasts, heaving rapidly.

Her eyes were hazy like water, the golden intent receding, the mottled demon marks slowly disappearing into the girl’s fair skin.

The will of the Evil God was suppressed by this sudden, unanticipated kiss.

After the kiss, Baili An’s voice sounded a bit muffled, “I’ve been looking for you for a long time.”

Fang Geyu covered her sorely knocked front teeth with the back of her hand, her pretty face flushing, unable to utter a word.

“Where are you planning to run off to now?”