Chapter 483: Chapter 483

Chapter 483: Chapter 478: Xuaxu

The hall fell silent, save for the sound of the Netherworld Wolf shaking its tail.

Baili An stood with the terrifying reflections of Heavenly Ghosts beneath his feet, attempting to invade this world with a domineering posture.

Erhe Zangxin’s gaze was dull, then swiftly turned sharp and malicious.

The chill emanating from the Bronze Platform ceased to spread as the Ancient Gods looked at the young man with eyes full of confusion and emotion.

They could not understand why the naturally ferocious Netherworld Wolf was able to sit by the young man’s feet, halting the great Ice Age?

What shocked them even more was that the Huaxu Sword they had forged together was no longer in the Netherworld Wolf’s mouth.

Who on earth had such ability?!

They dared not imagine how terrifying this Ice Age would be without the Huaxu Sword to suppress the Netherworld Wolf.

Xihe’s gaze shifted unpredictably, her expression complex. After a long while, she slowly opened her mouth and said, “Young man, what is it that you wish to discuss with us?”

Baili An pointed to the sky above and said, “I entered the Bronze Gate world involuntarily this time. I wish to borrow the tree for a journey, and I hope you will allow the human cultivators who have mistakenly entered the Bronze Gate to return to the Mortal World.”

Hearing this, Xihe couldn’t help but furrow her brow, seemingly troubled.

Yet Huaxu suddenly spoke out, “We are nameless Divine Clans, existing between the heavens and the earth by the power of belief. If no one continues to worship and offer to the Divine Tree, we will naturally dissipate into the fabric of this world, so your request is unfair to us.”

As she spoke, Huaxu’s expression was calm, and she released the divine light protecting her body, her face bearing no sense of unfairness. Instead, her eyes shone brightly as she looked at Baili An, filled with a hint of anticipation.

Baili An gently stroked the huge head of the Netherworld Wolf, coaxing it to close its mouth obediently.

The wolf’s vicious gaze was clearly filled with resistance, but it couldn’t resist his touch and caress, and instantly regretted its choices.

If only it had known, it would not have eaten that piece of cake from him!

“Then, what do you consider to be fair?”

Divine Intent gathered around Huaxu as she slowly descended from the Bronze Platform under the astonished eyes of numerous Ancient Gods, walking calmly towards Baili An.

Then she bowed deeply.

Su Jing’s gaze shifted subtly.

Zangxin’s body trembled slightly, the shadows of his mask blending with his slender eyebrows, creating an indescribably profound image.

Under the collective gaze of the crowd, Baili An did not shy away or dodge, accepting the bow with a calm demeanor.

Huaxu simply stood there, her green clothes fluttering without wind, and her moist, bright eyes exuded a piercing chill, like a peerless Divine Weapon displaying its undying sharpness.

Even though her gaze was gentle, carrying no hostility, it was impossible for one to look directly into the supreme Sword Intent in her eyes.

Clearly, Huaxu herself was the embodiment of a sword body.

Famous swords since ancient times are rigid and unyielding.

Every person who cultivates the sword has an unyielding spirit, not to mention Huaxu who transformed from sword body to Divinity.

Even though the young man was in control of the Netherworld Wolf, when they saw Huaxu actually bowing to a youngster from the Sea Expansion Realm, they couldn’t help but feel a shock that was extraordinary and unbelievable.

Even life and death could not bend the Huaxu clan’s spirit, so how could this mysterious young man calmly accept such a tribute?

Would he not fear that accepting the bow of an Ancient God would compromise his own vitality?

Huaxu’s bent back maintained the posture of paying respects, and until Baili An spoke, she did not straighten up.

Baili An was slightly taken aback by this respectful attitude, then said, “Huaxu, you may speak frankly if you have something to say.”

At that moment, Huaxu slowly straightened up, looking at Baili An with slightly subdued eyes, her voice low, “If you had not complied earlier, sir, would you call the Netherworld Wolf ‘Looking Moon’?”

“Indeed,” Baili An noted the subtle respect in his words.

Huaxu’s eyelashes drooped, but could not hide the intense expectation in her eyes, “In the Bronze Gate world, countless creatures, whether God Demon, have their names stripped by ‘the world.’ As long as the Bronze Gate remains without a master, we cannot reclaim our names. Now that the name ‘Looking Moon’ has emerged, does it mean that you possess the power to bestow names?”

As she spoke, the voice of this composed and sharp man began to tremble slightly with anticipation.

In an instant, Baili An suddenly felt that the gazes cast upon him were intensely hot, even frantic.

He frowned imperceptibly and said, “Indeed, ‘Looking Moon’ is a name I gave it.”

Huaxu’s lofty brows gradually relaxed, and taking another respectful step forward, her eyes shone even more brightly.

The negotiations between the two were straightforward, like a sword cutting through all pretense, and she directly inquired, “What do you desire, sir?”

Baili An replied, “As I said, I want to take my companions and leave this place.”

At this time, a gathering of Ancient Gods descended from the venerable Bronze Platform and came to stand behind Huaxu.

Behind Huaxu were even more formidable and ancient beings, Xuanming and Zhurong, yet they remained utterly silent.

The reason for this tranquility was because Huaxu was the one dealing with Baili An, so they quietly took their place behind her.

Huaxu stood tall and unwavering like a towering sword, generously exuding her own presence and power, and she said firmly, “It is not sufficient, sir. What you offer is too little to fulfill our hearts’ desires.”

Baili An hesitated, then said somewhat troubled, “I cannot name all of you at once.”

He still remembered how weak and powerless he felt when he named the black dog, drained of all his vital energy. This made it clear that even though he could give a name to each individual being in this world, it would not be without cost.

The more ancient and fearsome the being, the more vital energy would be drawn from him during the naming.

Huaxu was not disappointed, but rather, because of Baili An’s implicitly acknowledged words, her gaze grew even more eager and expectant, “Bestowing a name is of great significance. We dare not expect you to bestow names and grant freedom in a single day. We, who have waited for thousands of years, why would we vie for immediacy?”

Seeing the situation settling, Zangxin unexpectedly spoke out of turn, “You all should think this through, once a commoner bestows a name, while it’s said that one can leave the cursed land of the Divine Tree, at the same time, you all would become servants under this child’s feet!”

He continued with a sigh, “Lofty Ancient Gods, submitting to a commoner from the small realm of Sea Expansion, what a joke. This action is nothing but exchanging one shackle for another.”

Huaxu thoughtfully glanced at the weakened and dejected Young Lord of the Demon Clan on the ground, her lips lifting as she followed his words, “Then in your opinion, should we choose to shatter rather than to conform, to perish in the belly of the Netherworld Wolf, never to transcend death?”

Zangxin still had a bellyful of persuasive words, but when he saw the subtle mocking curve on the lips of Huaxu, his heart became uneasy.

Huaxu retracted her gaze, speaking lightly, “After all, you are an outsider. How would you understand that, to us, a name is more valuable than everything else?”