Chapter 469: Chapter 469

469: Chapter 464: Netherworld Wolf 469: Chapter 464: Netherworld Wolf Baili An had seen through the eyes of the Pici Bird those Cultivators who fell into the Bronze Gate, and indeed, they had not perished.

Instead, they were scattered in the corners of this world.

Even, he could see some of the peculiar and bizarre creatures in this world.

For instance, primates with four wings soared through the skies, beautiful black creatures swam gracefully in the ocean, and occasionally, inverted seas of fire could be seen above the sky, with the sound of thunder roaring deep under the sea of a hundred thousand feet.

There were even traces of tribal and clan life constructed by humanoid creatures on the rare lands.

Within the vast clouds, one could occasionally glimpse the shadows of ancient gods that had long vanished from the Mortal World.

In any case, this world was truly wondrous and odd.

The redness at the bottom of Baili An’s eyes gradually dissipated, and he gently stroked the mane of the Pici Bird, about to stand when suddenly there was a rustling sound from behind his feathers, and several strands of blood seeped out.

His expression shifted slightly as he leaned over and brushed aside the giant sword-like feathers on the back of the Pici Bird, only to find a blood-soaked black hound lying among the gray-white feathers.

Baili An was stunned.

This evil hound had pitch-black fur and strangely silver-gray pupils.

Covered in blood, with a bony, emaciated body, ribs clearly visible under its belly, it dragged its balding tail.

Its appearance was ugly and ferocious, and its gaze was filled with hostility and wariness.

Although the black dog looked like any common stray that could be seen in the markets of the Mortal World.

But Baili An knew it was anything but common.

Not to mention that he had ordered the Pici Bird to soar high above, how could an ordinary stray dog get so close to the body of a Great Demon?

The aura of the evil hound was incredibly weak, yet it never forgot to constantly display its hostility and ferocity.

At this moment, Baili An realized that there were no serious wounds on its body; all the blood was flowing from its mouth, staining its fur red.

It could not close its mouth because someone had inserted a blunt bronze sword into its mouth full of tusks.

The sword cruelly held its jaws apart, and at the hilt, a rust-streaked chain was wrapped around its neck like a collar, cruelly forcing it to endure the torture of the sharp blade piercing its mouth whenever it attempted to chew.

Saliva mixed with blood drenched its fur, making it appear as filthy as if it had crawled out from a ditch.

Listening to the threatening growl continuously emanating from its throat, Baili An pondered for a moment, then suddenly took out a Red Bean Shortbread from his Jade Token and waved it in front of the evil hound.

The evil hound’s silver-gray eyes suddenly contracted violently, its mouth drooling uncontrollably as it fixed its gaze on the red bean pastry in his hand.

Its emaciated back arched low, a posture ready to pounce for food.

If not for the sword binding its mouth and the pain that was unbearable, it would have probably lunged at him in the next moment, devouring his hand holding the red bean pastry.

Baili An reached to touch its head, intending to calm it, but the black hound suddenly swung its claw and slashed three crimson wounds on the back of his hand.

Even the robust body of a corpse demon was easily cut open by the paw of an evil hound that seemed utterly ordinary.

Baili An was inwardly shocked.

He placed the shortbread on its blood-soaked paw, and the simple act of kindness did not diminish the fierceness in the evil hound’s eyes, but it made no further move to attack when Baili An reached out again.

As the wounds on Baili An’s hand began to heal, he spoke softly, “Although we’re strangers, I’m not one to kick someone when they’re down.

I’ll help you get rid of that troublesome sword in your mouth, and you can eat the shortbread, but you must not bite me.”

Whether the black dog understood his words or not, when Baili An reached into its mouth, it was clearly extremely wary and resistant, its mouth emitting continuous threatening and terrifying growls.

Baili An grasped the bronze blade tightly and with force, broke it into two pieces.

“Uh uh uh…” The evil hound’s tusks terrifyingly protruded from its mouth, its eyes revealing ferocity as if prepared to bite him at any moment.

Baili An looked at it indifferently and said, “Open your mouth wider.”

“Gurgle gurgle gurgle…” The growls from the depths of the evil hound’s throat grew more dangerous, and its expression more fierce, yet it obediently opened its mouth wider.

Because at this moment, it looked at Baili An with eyes full of shock and wariness.

The bronze sword that had been lodged in its body for hundreds of years was easily broken by him.

Baili An grasped the broken sword with his fingers and effortlessly removed it.

He unwound the chain and then lightly tapped on the red bean pastry in front of the black pup with his finger, his soft voice carrying a hint of praise and encouragement, “You’ve been well-behaved, eat.”

The Netherworld Wolf, which had always hunted its prey with a dominant attitude, was being commended and encouraged for the first time.

Its balding, proud tail couldn’t help but wag.

Submissively, it devoured the red bean pastry in one bite, then licked its nose in a circle as if longing for more, gazing at Baili An expectantly.

Baili An raised an eyebrow and gave it a careful once-over, saying, “Compared to deer and rabbits, your fur isn’t shiny, and your tail is all worn and bald.

Your appearance really doesn’t inspire the desire to adopt you, does it?”

As he spoke, he took out fruits and pastries from his Jade Token and placed them in front of the dog’s paws, saying, “I’m not particularly fond of dogs.

After you finish these, you should leave the mountain on your own.”

The Netherworld Wolf, always at the top of the food chain, stood frozen as if struck by lightning, profoundly impacted.

It, which had always brought fear and death to gods and all creatures, was refused by a youth feeding it pastries because of its bald fur.

After cleaning up the food in front of it, the wolf, proud and aloof, prepared to leave with a wagging tail.

But on second thought, it felt deeply dissatisfied.

It turned and crawled toward Baili An, continuously scraping his clothes with its paws.

Baili An, always possessing a special bond with animals, instantly understood its intention and asked, “Do you want a name?”

Indeed, after all, it was a creature with spiritual wisdom, and being called ‘puppy’ was not very nice.

After pondering for a moment, he took a piece of sword blade from the discarded bronze sword and fashioned it into the shape of a thin bronze token.

He engraved the words ‘Looking Moon’ on it, threaded a string through it, and hung it around its neck, saying, “In your world, eternal night reigns, and with a lift of your head, the moon can always be seen.

From now on, you shall be called Looking Moon.”

At this time, Baili An did not know that the Netherworld Wolf was a terrifying demon that feasted on gods and demons.

It symbolized the underworld and death, and by asking for a name, it signified that it was taking him as its kin and servant, forever to be protected and blessed in the name of the Netherworld Wolf.

And the Netherworld Wolf did not know that the half Jade Token was the key to ruling the world beyond the Bronze Gate.

As Baili An was the master of the key, no matter how fierce and powerful it was, by receiving a name from him, it was willingly offering loyalty, acknowledging him as its master in a master-servant contract.

After sending off the ‘puppy,’ Baili An, for some reason, felt as if his Spiritual Power had been drained, a faint weakness permeating within.

He was completely unaware that the casual naming had set in motion such a significant cause and effect as he returned wearily to his cave.

Fang Geyu held his belly, his face turning pale, as if he were suffering from a severe illness.

Enchanting Demon Hong Zhuang had half a roast rabbit laid out beside her.

She huddled together, trembling as if facing a formidable enemy, helpless and pitiable.

The mysterious black-robed woman massaged her forehead, holding a rabbit leg that had been bitten into, her body slightly unsteady.

Si Li stared at the leaping bonfire, lost deep in thought.

Baili An wondered if the rabbit roasted by Sister Si Li was also a formidable Demon.

Perhaps having been skinned and roasted, it had not dissipated its resentment and was now seeking vengeance upon them.

Otherwise, why was the atmosphere so heavy.