Chapter 743: Chapter 743

Baili An momentarily ignored her teasing, lounging against the parapet of the city wall with arms crossed, gazing down at the raging battle below.

It seemed he had been waiting for quite some time when he slowly exhaled, saying, "The time has come."

Ning Feiyan asked curiously, "What kind of mischief are you up to now?"

Baili An continued to ascend to the higher reaches of the city wall, laughing, "Would the River Lord like to join me in causing a major uproar?"

Under Ning Feiyan’s gaze, Baili An stood at the highest point of this inconspicuous corner of the city wall, the cold wind fluttering his sleeves, standing tall and unaffected.

Behind him, with tens of thousands of troops and Demon Suppression Chariots as the backdrop, he exuded a calm and unstartled demeanor.

He gave her a slight smile and said, "When I went to borrow books from the Demon Lord, she often pulled me into playing chess and chatting; it was clear she didn’t like the Demon World very much.

Yet, she enjoyed discussing every single move within the Demon World with me, talking about things I had never heard or considered.

Sometimes, when tired of chatting, she would take me on a night stroll through the Imperial City. She brought me here once, saying that from this spot, one could overlook the entire Mo City Imperial City.

In the vast Demon World, the River Lord has secrets, other lords have secrets, Mi Lu has secrets, and even the Demon Lord herself harbors secrets."

Ning Feiyan asked, "Her secret?"

Baili An’s palm lightly rested on an unremarkable handrail on the parapet, saying, "She told me she despised everything here – every breeze, every view, every brick, every tile – ever since she was small, she had a strong desire.

And that was, at the moment she became the true ruler of this land, she wanted to personally destroy everything here."

Hearing this, Ning Feiyan could no longer comprehend the Demon Lord’s thoughts.

If the acquisition of power was only for the sake of destroying everything, then this person was terrifyingly dreadful.

Baili An’s finger tapped lightly on the handrail, seemingly triggering some mechanism; beneath his fingertip, a corner of the stone surface sunk in, and with the stone’s movement, a complex pattern of seals emerged.

The city tower began to shake violently, and within the empty space, a blue stone platform appeared out of thin air, upon which stood a rigid iron box with fish-scale patterns etched on its surface.

The appearance of that iron box instantly gave off an exceedingly dangerous and terrifying aura to Ning Feiyan, sending chills through her body and causing her fingers to stiffen.

Embedded in the surface of that iron box was a purple Crystal Core, pulsing like the heart of a creature, dictating the rhythm of the world’s vital energies.

Ning Feiyan felt as if she had gone mad to witness such a terrifying object in such a place!

"This is... the Demon Lord’s Demon Essence!"

Throughout the entire Demon World, only the Demon Essence of the Demon Lord would be of extreme purple, and within the deep purple of this particular one, there was a hint of profound black.

Clearly, it was not something that the young Demon Lord of the current age could cultivate.

Hence, there could only be one answer.

She had forcefully extracted her own father’s Demon Essence and refined such a Demon Artifact.

What made it even more spine-chilling was that she intended to use her own birth father’s Demon Essence to destroy the eternal foundations of the Demon World!

Baili An grasped the cold, heavy iron box.

Before this moment, he had not spoken to anyone about his visit with the Demon Lord to this nameless city tower.

The Demon Lord told him that when she was rejected as a demon, she often climbed here alone to collect discarded materials from the battlefield and assembled them into this device bit by bit.

As she watched the sunset sink in the west, she told him that her original intention wasn’t actually to become the Demon Lord.

Rather, she wanted to obtain a person, to aid that person in completely overturning and destroying the Demon World.

She asked him if he believed in her original intent.

Baili An saw in her piercing bright eyes, yet unfathomably deep, a determination that was deeply unsettling.

His reply to her was, "I believe."

At that time, the Female Demon Lord seemed to be visibly taken aback, then those profound eyes filled with much confusion and bewilderment he could not understand.

Baili An had no idea how the Female Demon Lord had painstakingly collected scraps to assemble this device, finally sacrificing her own father’s Demon Essence in its creation.

But he knew that the Demon Lord who spoke to him of world destruction resembled a lost child more than anything else at that moment.

This child wandered between madness and sanity, unable to see the path ahead, unable to find the way home.

When the Demon Lord shared this secret with Baili An, it was mostly an act of venting, and she had not really intended to entrust this City Slaughter Weapon to Baili An.

And Baili An was well aware that since the Demon Lord could create such a device, she naturally possessed a force beyond the device itself; if he wished to use this weapon to escape a marriage, the likelihood was slim.

However, the Female Demon Lord did not anticipate that after opening the iron box’s complex Forbidden Curse just once, Baili An needed only one glance to memorize it.

Baili An held the box, the purple gemstone emanating a cold glow in the night.

Tonight’s battle raged fiercely, and he did not mind seizing this opportunity to add another log to the fire.

His finger tapped the Demon Essence; with a click, the gemstone instantly turned to liquid, flowing like a river into the engraved channels.

Slim streams of light passed through the scale patterns of the iron box, a ritual of cold sanctity for this peerless weapon.

With the surfaces splitting open like blossoming petals, the box’s scale patterns shattered into myriad fragments of cold iron, scattering to disappear in the night breeze.

As Baili An’s intent flowed into the cold iron box, a series of delicate clicks sounded as the eight corners of the box sprang open, and then the whole square device started to disassemble before recombining, as if dissected by the light.