425: 412: White Snake and Qingluan 425: 412: White Snake and Qingluan “What are you doing?!” Fang Geyu’s eyes suddenly turned frosty. She unexpectedly brandished her sword across her palm, the Ten Directions Sword in her hand ringing incessantly. Blood soaked into her split palm, sealing the Sword Intent within. But it was still a step too late. A massive soul consciousness enveloped the corpse, attempting to seize and possess it. This truly caught Fang Geyu off guard. This Evil God was actually a Primordial Evil Beast in its true form, the progenitor of all Evil Gods in the world. It also originated from this terrifying world behind the Bronze Gate, where in this vast, boundless realm, she was absolutely a dominant existence. Thus, she was extremely selective about the conditions of the body for resurrection and possession. After waiting for millions of years, she was merely the first host for this Evil God. Now, faced with a soulless, empty corpse, she couldn’t hold back and directly moved to possess and Devour it. What particularly about this corpse made her lose her composure so much? Fang Geyu would naturally not let her succeed easily, dragging her blood-soaked palm across the sword’s blade. Blood covered the sword body, and, with a flick of the Longsword, the bright red Blood Pearls transformed into a straight, fine line shooting toward that ethereal will. Over sixteen years, Fang Geyu had been able to suppress half of her breath, and naturally, she could easily suppress it back into the sword now. The will issued an unwilling roar of anger, stirring up gusts of wind that caused the Blood Pool to quake, and the corpse on the altar was lifted by a giant wave, soaring into the air. The Evil God, intending to thwart Fang Geyu, purposefully thrust the unreachable corpse heavily towards her in that moment of being retracted into the sword. Fang Geyu was struck solidly by the cold, hard bones of the corpse. She spat out blood with a ‘puff’, which lightly splattered across the egregiously white bones of the corpse, revealing a slightly demonic nature. The icy bones, soaked in fresh blood, seemed to regain warmth, the bone carcass under her touch gradually growing hot and searing. Rising black mist slowly seeped out from the white bones. These were blood-devouring foul breaths, like ominous demon intent emerging from the mysterious world of the Heavenly Demons, turning the lifeless corpse into an extremely malicious object in an instant. The black mist transformed into wisps of smoke, crazily drilling into Fang Geyu’s eyes, ears, mouth, and nose. From the heart-soaked bones, countless spider-web-like demon markings quickly spread, looking extremely sinister. Fang Geyu felt her mind boom suddenly, a chilling nausea relentlessly churning in her organs. Consciousness seemed to fall asleep, as if thrust into a corridor of memories or like a life-review at the moment of death. Memories that did not belong to her were like a chisel, forcibly splitting open her head, demanding her attention in an undeniable fashion. She had barely time to react to the pain… A flood of complex emotions overwhelmed her, as scenes floated by like large fish scales in the deep sea. Fang Geyu’s body subconsciously struggled against the overpowering demonic nature, gradually ceasing its resistance. A chaotic clamor buzzed by her ears. The complicated, noisy hustle and bustle seemed to explode inside her ear, the tumult of chaotic years couldn’t be waved away. Her vision darkened, as if sinking into the depths of a vast ocean. Suddenly, she saw a dream-like, clear moonlight. The vast lands of China, a beautiful landscape of bright mountains and clear waters, ancient peaks towering like swords straight into the clouds. Wisps of white clouds, under the moonlit night akin to a light veil of mist, encircled the mountaintops. It was a frigid night with snow blanketing the sky. It was exactly the season when frost descends on grass and trees, a melancholy time when all creatures hibernate. On that distant summit, Fang Geyu seemed to hear sporadic teasing laughter. A few young men carrying Longswords laughed, incredibly pleased and smug. One of them was tossing a bloody object in his hand. “Qianchi Mountain truly deserves its reputation as a place equally sacred as Penglai for Immortal Spirits. The legends do not deceive us. Qianchi has snakes born from snow, enlightened by Nuwa to change their fate. By cultivating for a thousand years, they grow horns and have the potential to transform into dragons.” It so happened that Fang Yuge saw that the object being tossed by the young man was a bloody Dragon Horn. Lamps illuminating the mountain paths cast bright and clear visions. The ground where these youths stood was a sea of swords. Behind them stood a massive black and gold ancient stele, with the words ‘Sin Sword Pool’ inscribed in large characters. Fang Geyu felt something stir within her. So this was the place where the Tianxi Sect suppresses and punishes Demons. The sea of swords stretched endlessly, bristling with Sword Intent. Many Spirit Swords, like demon-suppressing towers, pierced through a demon, pinning it permanently into the sword stone with no hope of reincarnation! Another youth, who had been smiling, suddenly showed a hint of worry on his face: “Although this White Snake has not fully transformed into a dragon and retains its demonic form, it hasn’t done any evil and was even favored by an ancient god. If we just treat it the same as those atrociously evil demons, what if the Sect Master finds out…” “Heh… you worry too much. A demon is a demon, and a devil is a devil. When have you ever seen the Sect Master show mercy to a demon? Besides, it was this very snake that was foolish enough to accidentally eat a little ghost that I deliberately released. It absorbed demonic intent at a crucial moment of transformation, thereby unleashing its demonic nature and injuring our disciples. We had no choice but to act to alleviate its sins, right?” Those youths were clearly unharmed, their words full of twisted truths. One of them, chuckling, drew the Dragon Horn across his own hand, creating a vivid red wound and cried out bizarrely, “The evil demon hurt me! Upon seeing this, the others exchanged knowing smiles and also extended their hands, deliberately getting injured by the Dragon Horn. The young man laughed heartily, carefully examining the Dragon Horn in his hand with a feverish and covetous gaze, “This Dragon Horn is a rare material. If used in sword forging, we could become the new Tianxi Thirteen Swords in a few days.” The lamps embroidered with sword motifs brightly illuminated their crazed, terrifying gazes. A cold, ice-blue Spirit Sword had impaled a White Snake. The hornless little snake curled up, its body numbed and stiffened by the severe cold emanating from the sword. These young men would often appear in the Sin Sword Pool, delighting in torturing and exploiting the imprisoned demons, and each day, they would tear a scale from the White Snake’s body as a trophy to wear. Although their appearances differed greatly, Fang Geyu, looking at the helpless little snake beneath the sword, somehow knew with certainty that it was the terrifying cataclysmic serpent. Therefore, this Snake Demon would not die here. Indeed, as Fang Geyu thought, on a dark, frigid night without moonlight, a Qingluan flew from the distant east. It was recorded in the “Ancient Oddities” that Qingluan was the spirit guardian of Qianchi Mountain. For some unknown reason, it had gone extinct two hundred years ago, leaving no trace of Qingluan in the Mortal World. Protecting Qianchi was Qingluan’s duty. There had been a prophecy from an Immortal stating that if the Qingluan could guard the mountain for a thousand years and grow nine white feathers among its plumage, it could shed its demonic form and become immortal. Fang Geyu watched as this Qingluan had already grown eight white feathers, and in another hundred years, it could achieve immortality. However, she knew that this Qingluan was destined not to become an immortal…