384: Chapter 372: Fireworks Prosperity for Three Wen 384: Chapter 372: Fireworks Prosperity for Three Wen The Emperor looked in shock as the heavens crumbled before his eyes, meteor-like destruction falling all around, every vibrant descent marking the end of an unknown life. After thirty thousand years, he bore witness once more to the immense power and ruthlessness of the Kunlun God. In the Mortal World, children played with firecrackers and fireworks in a snowy alley. A speck of light fell into the fireworks in a girl’s hand, dazzling briefly before fading away. She suddenly looked up, staring at the woman in green at the corner, paused, and then offered a toothy grin, her new teeth just coming in. Fearlessly, she handed over some unlit fireworks to the woman. “Majesty, here, play with these.” Cang Nanyi was taken aback, surprised by the young child’s discernment. Had she seen through her identity with just one sentence? Then she realized that this ‘Majesty’ was not the same as the other ‘Majesty’. In the Mortal World, ‘Majesty’ was a term of respect for elders, much like ‘aunt’ or ‘great-aunt’, without much difference in meaning. She smiled, accepted the fireworks, and pinching the girl’s rosy cheek, she said, “To receive and not to return is not proper, little bean. You have given me a bundle of small fireworks, what if I grant you a grand spectacle in return?” The fireworks ignited without a flame, rising like a star in the night sky. Little Bean wasn’t the sort to ask for too much; seeing her fireworks lit, she felt secretly delighted. Yet her face tightened up, and she began to negotiate, “Majesty, this bundle of fireworks costs ten coins.” In reality, her father had bought the fireworks for three coins a bunch. The fireworks trembled slightly in her delicate hand, and Cang Nanyi looked at her in disbelief. The ruler of Kunlun Pure Ruins, after living for millions of years, was surprisingly being swindled by a little girl. Her gaze shifted, pretending not to hear, she tossed the fireworks into the night sky, like the first spark stolen from Heaven in ancient times, lighting up the icy mountain snow in the Mortal World. Ancient creatures surged from the dark blue abyss, lit by the fireworks in her hand, casting a splendid light that permeated the entire prairie, stretching across the Four Seas. It seemed as if that short firework could bloom for a lifetime. Little Bean was utterly astounded, unconsciously clutching the beautiful and delicate skirt of Cang Nanyi. Her innocent, black eyes filled with the dazzling light of the sky. Because of the earthly fireworks, the celestial light no longer appeared pale and cold. Instead, it hung like silver flowered trees across the night sky, scattering a brilliant vision everywhere. The Mortal World was so beautiful. Cang Nanyi tilted her head with a smile, looking down at the little figure not even as tall as her knees, “Do you still want ten coins?” The little girl, staring at her silly, sheep horn braids, blushed, looking up at the exceptionally beautiful woman. She thought there must be stars hidden in the woman’s eyes; otherwise, how could they be so bright and beautiful? Maybe it was those bright eyes that stole all the splendor from the world, making her features appear pale and colorless. Although she was smiling, her eyes could not hide the fatigue and heaviness. Behind those eyes that symbolized endless light seemed to hover a vast shadow, hidden by the light, not yet reaching the Mortal World. The little girl suddenly softened, hugging her leg and rubbing her cheek against it, “Then… then I’ll just take three coins.” The night sky was profound; in the distant cold mountains, the heavy clouds showcased their grace. Unseen by anyone, that night, amidst low houses and narrow alleys, fireworks purified the Mortal World. Heaven had not yet fallen, but the earth had already sunk. In Ghost Mountain, the Second Realm, Sword Flight was impossible. Beneath everyone’s feet, a vast, slowly opening Bronze Gate loomed, anchored in the ground. The panicked crowd scattered like frightened animals, no longer fighting life and death, no longer hunting demons and ghosts. Ghost, his body shattered, crawled toward the slowly opening gap of the gate, perhaps driven by a dying will, his eyes crazed with hatred now veiled by a dim panic, longing for the world beyond the gate. In the darkness, Baili An thought he heard him whispering, “I… want to go home…” “Hongying… I want to take you home…” His broken body crawled and kneed, blood smearing the Bronze Gate. Baili An was about to look back when his wrist was suddenly grabbed by Fang Geyu, who had rushed over. She looked utterly dismayed and urgently said, “Once the Bronze Gate opens, anyone who falls into the world beyond will never return. We must leave quickly!” Baili An was about to nod when the Glazed Umbrella in his hand trembled suddenly, and a red shadow fluttered out, landing beside Ghost. She lightly wiped the gate, causing the blood flowing from Ghost’s body to flow back into him. Hongying lifted Ghost, preventing him from continuing toward the world within the gate. Ying Xiu, seeing this scene, was too lethargic to even become angry, just watching Hong with an utterly disappointed look. Baili An watched her, his gaze complex, “He has already tapped into his Yin Meridian, even if you retrieve his blood, you cannot save him.” Hongying shook her head, “It’s not about saving him. Feng Qing smeared the Bronze Gate with fresh blood to accelerate its opening, and being a Gatekeeper Ghost, his blood can awaken the serpent within.” Hearing the word ‘serpent,’ the hand gripping Baili An’s wrist tightened suddenly, and Fang Geyu’s face turned pale, her eyes shimmering dimly. Hongying removed her black gauze and blindfold. Her eyes, reddened by blood, were now a pair of dim grey-white, and she said, “Ghost Mountain is sealed. Even if everyone here flees to the First Realm, once the gate opens, the entire Ghost Mountain will be devoured by the Bronze Gate.” “That damned ghostly thing! So you had planned this all along!” Hearing the news of the sealing, the crowd burst into rage, eager to tear Hongying and Ghost in her arms to pieces! An elder from the Wandao Immortal Alliance sneered, “I think Central Netherworld should give us an explanation. After all, this Heroic Spirit is the Crown Prince’s Ghost.” Although Ying Xiu was also annoyed with Hongying’s defiance, it was not yet time for an inquiry from a bunch of Loose Cultivators. He raised his head and said coldly, “Hongying is my Central Netherworld Heroic Spirit, obeys my commands, her wrongdoings shall naturally be judged by our laws, and I, Ying Xiu, will thoroughly investigate the matter of Ghost Mountain.” Although Hongying had defied orders repeatedly, and her current behavior of protecting Ghost drew ire, For Ying Xiu, Hongying held a different significance. Since ancient times, Central Netherworld Crown Princes had twelve principal Ghosts, each with considerable strength, second only to the Yin King. And the Crown Prince of the Central Netherworld Eastern Palace could possess four principal Ghosts, respectively named Xu, Xing, Yao, and Jing. With his current cultivation, he could still only control two of these Ghosts. Hongying was one of them, the Xu Ghost, and she had been by his side ever since he was a young child. Otherwise, based solely on her numerous offenses today, Ying Xiu would have a thousand reasons to abandon her then and there, reclaiming the Xu Seal!