Chapter 481: Chapter 481

481: Chapter 476: Arrival of the Cambrian 481: Chapter 476: Arrival of the Cambrian On the Bronze Platform, Xihe’s eyes slightly narrowed, and it seemed as though Divine Fire leaped within her pitch-black pupils.

The member of the Witch Clan, Rushou, looked at the broken axe transformed into a spotty shadow, his expression turning extremely ugly.

Baili An, who had been largely ignored and despised, at this moment, finally attracted numerous cold, vigilant, and focused gazes.

Yet, these gazes did not fall upon him but rather on the nape of the youth’s neck.

Those gazes were like heavy mountains or the sharp blade on a guillotine, scrutinizing the danger.

Zangxin lightly clapped his hands and stepped forward, his tone admiring, “Incredible, incredible, the legendary National Guardian Beast of the You Clan has been summoned.

It seems you two really came prepared.”

Baili An looked toward the demon man cloaked in a purple robe, keenly catching the mention of ‘Central You Clan’ in his words.

Now, atop this copper platform, there were Xihe, Rushou, Huaxu, and others.

If one could say Central Netherworld could also form a clan, then could it be…

Zangxin looked into his eyes and quickly provided an answer, “Central Netherworld is the ancient title of a deity, and this deity is one of the Four Spirits of heaven, the yang spirit Vermilion Bird, who later perished in the Hundred Rivers region, his body decayed in Houtu, saved by the Netherworld Lord Taiyin Emperor, his soul undying, thus subjugated.

Later, Taiyin’s adopted daughter Ying Ji established the nation, and the Taiyin Emperor bestowed upon her the Vermilion Bird Spirit, helping the nation to flourish extensively.”

During his speech, a flicker of strange light briefly passed through the depths of his eyes; those eerie and sinister eyes seriously sized up Baili An.

At the same time, his gaze subtly probed Su Jing’s expression.

With a light chuckle, he said, “Only the You Imperial Family, not others, are allowed to summon the Spirit of Vermilion Bird.

If you say that you are His Highness Ying Xiu of Central Netherworld, all this might indeed make sense.”

Baili An’s fingers pressed on the strings.

He was ignorant of musical theory, but when his fingertips brushed the cold strings, a nostalgic and bewildering aura lingered between his skin, never dissipating.

The momentary turmoil in his heart instantly calmed.

His eyes slightly open, he forcefully strummed the strings, sending a powerful wind blade from his fingertips, transforming into a swiftly traveling blade, too quick to be captured.

Zangxin’s smirk abruptly froze, his entire purple robe swelling as if inflated by strong winds, his wide sleeves rising to block his face.

Yet, the force of the wind blade generated by the strings was unparalleled, slicing both sleeves with a sharp tear.

The Skull Ghost Mask crisply cracked open, revealing a man’s chin and lips with distinct, hard lines.

Su Jing frowned deeply, staring intensely, finding the half-masked face extremely familiar.

But before she could examine closely, Zangxin was enveloped by a surging black mist, hiding his visage once again, making it indiscernible.

The lingering sound from Baili An’s fingertip trembled, he calmly looked at Zangxin, “Clearly, I am not Ying Xiu of Central Netherworld.”

Zangxin, far from angry, chuckled, “Indeed, you obviously cannot be the Crown Prince of Central Netherworld.

Although I do not know why this broken axe obeys you, it is regrettable that, observing your cultivation, it is merely at the sea-expanding realm, likely incapable of unleashing the full power of this harp.”

“That does not matter,” Baili An smoothly got to his knees, the black ancient harp resting across his legs, his gaze falling upon the engraved words ‘broken axe’ at the end of the harp.

His lips curled into a smile that was not quite a smile, looking at Zangxin, calmly saying, “Demon World’s Two Rivers, regardless of your intentions here and the bottom card you hold that makes them willing to trade with you, I think you should still…”

“Still?” Zangxin also began to faintly smile.

Baili An smiled slightly, his eyes clear, “Still take it easy for a bit.”

From the scheming of Feng Qing three thousand years ago, through the year-by-year plotting, to all manner of intriguing artifices in Xianling City, he truly wanted to ask, with the constant day and night planning, aren’t you tired?

Zangxin couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

He could see this youth was not a fool, yet it’s a pity he still couldn’t avoid the ‘naivety of youth.’

Did this youth not know that the attitudes of the Ancient Gods on this Bronze Platform were already very clear, and even the Ancient Golden Crow could not change or shake their determination?

Even if the master of Kunlun Pure Ruins miraculously appeared here at this moment, it could not stop his Demon Clan’s resurrection plan from nearing completion.

Zangxin laughed heartily for a while, and gradually, the laughter stopped.

He cleared his throat and spoke, “But I think it’s better for the two of you to die sooner rather than later.”

As his words fell, above the world within the Bronze Tree, a patch of dark blue sky suddenly appeared.

In the sky, a raindrop fell.

What followed was a torrential downpour, connecting heaven to earth.

It fell onto the mountains and rivers beneath their feet, as well as onto Baili An and Su Jing.

Every drop of rain held immense reverence for all ancient spirits.

The bodies of Baili An and Su Jing, not substantial, were penetrated by the large drops of rain like arrows leaving the bow, creating ripples that washed over their spiritual forms with a loud splashing sound, also bringing a painful sensation like blood ache.

The Ancient Gods on the Bronze Platform watched the downpour indifferently, as if conducting some holy ritual to cleanse the mortal world.

Su Jing’s expression gradually grew solemn and forbidding.

The cessation of the downpour would signify the end of their souls’ journey.

Yet, with so many Ancient Gods in the sky, what could just the two of them do?

They couldn’t even quickly identify the Ancient God who had launched this soul-binding rain.

Baili An remained calmly seated, the harp strings sounding loudly in the rain, distinctly feeling his soul within, blooming like spring, suddenly entering a chilly deep autumn.

This was an intense cold from the depths of the soul.

In this awe-inspiring heavy rain, he slowly raised his dark brows.

A heavy rain, a heavy cold.

The deities of this world harbored malice towards outsiders, and simultaneously, even greater malice quietly lurked behind.

As the rain gradually lightened, Su Jing looked at the silhouette of the kneeling youth, his straight back and rain-sculpted profile exceedingly handsome, like a bamboo unshakable by the surrounding storm.

A thin layer of night gradually appeared in her eyes, the heavily inked pupils entirely withdrawing their brilliance, from an unnoticed angle, the burning Red Lotus in her hand holding half a soul slowly stretched toward the youth’s back, directed at his heart.

But in that moment, as the youth let out a light laugh, a cold frost mist rose from the earth, within which reversed rain crystallized, soaring through the heavens!

A long harsh winter was indeed arriving.

Within the world of the Bronze Tree, the temperature abruptly disappeared.

Zangxin’s smiling lips suddenly stiffened, fear flickering in his eyes, he exclaimed involuntarily, “The Grand Cold Epoch!”

Above the sky, numerous massive Bronze Platforms began crashing to the ground, as if pulled from the sky by a terrifying chill into the earth; all Ancient God’s auras became unstable.

Deep within Xihe’s pupils, the Divine Fire flickered ceaselessly, like the last flicker of candlelight in a strong wind, her beautiful face slightly contorted, “How could the Grand Cold Epoch arrive early?

The Bronze Tree is protected by the world, how could the Netherworld Wolf and Heavenly Ghost find the Divine Tree coordinates so quickly?!”