Chapter 479: Chapter 479

479: Chapter 474: I Know 479: Chapter 474: I Know Judging by its appearance, Erhe Zangxin from the Demon World seemed to have been inside this Bronze Divine Tree for quite some time.

The ancient god on the Bronze Platform appeared accustomed to his presence.

“Compared to this woman’s impolite demands, the conditions I’ve proposed are truly negligible,” Zangxin said with a hooked smile, his small figure standing amidst the gathering of gods, emitting an unusual sense of wickedness.

Through that grim skull mask, one could see his eyes, revealing that he did not truly hold reverence for these ancient godly Dharma Forms within the bronze world.

He was a demon, and a demon who had already transcended tribulation at that.

If Su Jing’s ability to converse with the gods here was thanks to the fortune bestowed upon her by the Heavenly Dao and the qualifications granted by the Mystical Scriptures hidden within her,

Then he stood here purely on the strength of his own powerful cultivation, earning recognition from the deity residing within the tree.

Above the copper platform, not a single gaze intentionally focused or lingered on Baili An.

In response to Zangxin’s statement, the space above the copper platform fell into a moment of silence.

Shortly after, from the vast world of the Dark Department, a grand spirit on the Bronze Platform slowly spoke, voice like a hurricane scraping across metal, it was none other than the God Demon Rushou who governed punishment and autumn: “Child of humanity, you dare to covet the belongings of the Great Saint, your body should be punished, your soul should be annihilated!”

As this metallic sound and thought surged, a terrifying wave of mental telekinesis swept over like a mountain collapsing into the sea.

Above in the sky, a golden axe, like the executioner’s axe for the people, hung over Su Jing’s head but did not fall.

Without a trace of concern, Su Jing lightly lifted her eyelids, and then she heard Rushou on the Bronze Platform change his tone, saying solemnly, “If you leave behind the Nine Human Classics, you can be spared from the sin of desecration!”

Zangxin, with interested arms crossed, observed the woman in trouble, and under that skull mask, his gaze intermittently flashed with malicious intent.

Su Jing tilted her head slightly upward, her eyes black and white like mountain streams, staring at the executioner’s axe overhead that seemed it could fall at any moment.

What she saw, however, was not merely an axe, but also countless domineering mental filaments beneath the heavenly axe, sharp as Soul Eaters, silently falling into the interstices of her snow-white clothes.

Baili An saw her figure touched by the filaments start to fade and lose its color.

Her gown was like ethereal smoke, seemingly ready to vanish into the wind at any moment.

Yet she remained unmoved, her gaze still as cold as snow.

The hefty axe loomed large, and though the blade had not yet fallen, the mental filaments turned from a light drizzle to a heavy downpour, the urgency of the enveloping storm was so great that Baili An, not far off, could not avoid being affected, his mind suffering intense pain, his soul nearly wavering.

With a slight narrowing of her eyes, Su Jing slowly raised her hand, condensing a yellowed Ancient Scroll in her clean palm.

The scroll fluttered open, and with a whispering sound, it seemed to deflect the mental filaments that were descending upon her.

The clashing sounds were no less sonorous than a giant bell at dawn, majestic and proud.

An enormous bronze Ancient Bell took shape from within the Ancient Scroll, hovering above her head, and beneath the bell, a faintly sacred golden light of protection spread outward, enveloping her slender figure.

All the winds and storms from every direction could no longer penetrate.

Zangxin’s wicked eyes suddenly widened in shock, and slowly opening, he said with a deep voice, “Who would have thought, after that day atop Little Thunder Mountain in Taixuan Sect, when you performed the Futu Technique and guided the thunder to open your Spiritual Gate, after awakening the Third Mystic Bird Classic of Taixuan at the age of sixteen, now two hundred years later, tonight, you would once again awaken the Fifth Bronze Emperor Classic of Taixuan.”

The yellowed Ancient Scroll stood before Su Jing, turning its pages on its own, revealing chapter by chapter.

From the Light and Dark Departments, countless and varied gazes on the Bronze Platform converged on Su Jing.

Zangxin’s tone was also deep and unsteady, “The Bronze Emperor Classic, which governs protection, hence is first among all beings, yet the core mental method of Taixuan Sect, the Great Futu Technique, values offense over defense.

The Young Sect Master of Su has not perused a new scripture for two hundred years, yet the second Mystical Scripture she awakens is the Bronze Emperor Classic that originates from protection.

This is indeed baffling to comprehend.”

“There are many things you do not know,” she replied.

Su Jing opened her eyes shaded like frost, and with a sudden lift of her pale fingertips, she lightly touched one page.

Enveloped by her entire body, the bronze Ancient Bell expanded as if the mountains and rivers were spreading, its ancient and weighty power dispersing the storms from all directions.

Light and darkness, both intangible, were both forced back.

Pure soul power infused into the scroll, and soon, the bronze Ancient Bell became like a continuous mountain range, standing amidst the darkness and the light.

Intriguingly, the golden bell’s protective spread, whether intentionally or not, just barely encompassed the area three feet behind Baili An.

“I am aware of the extreme value and significance of the item I desire to you,” Su Jing began slowly, her voice gentle and cool, “but I am able to offer something far more precious in exchange.”

Xihe, who was interested in the power of Su Jing’s blood, raised her arm lightly, halting the slaying blow of the mighty axe, and said, “In this world, there is nothing more precious than what you desire.”

Su Jing responded, “The Netherworld Wolf crosses the sea, and calamity draws near.

A great cold approaches that devours worlds.

This creature, hungry for a thousand years, is about to consume the lives of mortals and seek revenge on you for piercing its jaws with a bronze tree branch made into a sword.

As far as I know, it has been hungry for another five thousand years now, and once released, how many mortals and divine spirits will it freeze and consume in this occasion?

Among all present here, who could be fortunate enough to protect themselves from extinction amidst such a disaster?”

Xihe said gravely, “Little girl, you know too much.”

“Not much,” Su Jing replied calmly, “just enough to be useful.”

For instance, she knew that this Bronze Divine Tree connected to the ways of Yin and Yang in the world, with Yang breathing life into beings and Yin into objects.

At the top of this tree that reached into the heavens, a Yin Yang Seed named after life itself had formed, capable of reversing Yin and restoring Yang, and bearing the power to protect and govern.

For instance, she also knew that this Yin Yang Seed was the foundation of the Bronze Divine Tree.

And moreover, she knew that despite the great Divine Power of the gods within it, they too were cursed by bronze, incapable of leaving the Bronze Divine Tree to go to the eternal land absent of daytime.

Of course, most importantly, she knew that in the world of the Bronze Gate, there was a corner covered in darkness called the Yongning Western Sea, where every three days, the dawn began.

Once, a Golden Crow from beyond the Heavenly Gate settled in those seas, and thus the world was without the sun.

In the mere three days since entering this world, she had supported the lotus with one hand and opened the furnace with the Mystic Bird, crossed numerous Corpse Tides and demonic seas, and located that sunken Golden West Sea.

This was also one of her major bargaining chips in negotiating with the gods.

“Little girl, what exactly do you intend to do?” Xihe could not understand the confidence of this young human girl who had yet to transcend tribulation.

Su Jing no longer spoke.

The yellowed Ancient Scroll continued to unfurl into a new chapter as she took the sword in one hand and touched her own brow with the other.

At her waist, the Emotion Slayer sang out sharply, the wind drawing the Longsword, and with a single stroke, she released the Red Lotus Fire.

Within the fierce blaze, like a mirrored reflection, another figure identical to her emerged.