Chapter 482: Chapter 477: Looking at the Moon Over Here A soul-shaking howl of a wolf pierced this wondrous world, causing the rivers of stars, the cold moon, mountains, and seas to gradually freeze inch by inch. The Netherworld Wolf, which had not fed for a millennium and suffered the torment of gaping wounds, now began to prematurely bare its dreadful, hungry tusks to the world. A chilling autumn rain had eventually been no match for the Ice Age, failing to come to fruition. Baili An stood up, turned back, and saw Su Jing standing coldly there. Beneath her plain white sleeves, a radiant Red Lotus hid a snippet of branch and leaf, blooming alone with the light of soul fire. He quietly looked at her once, and said seriously, “Miss Jing, the Ice Age is upon us, it’s truly not wise to split and separate souls at such a time.” Su Jing responded faintly, but never crushed the Red Lotus. Baili An couldn’t understand her intention. The Ancient Gods had clearly already refused her terms of the deal, so why was she still stubbornly refusing to take back her half-soul? He didn’t ask further, because at that moment, Zangxin’s voice was particularly urgent. In his arms, he now held a giant egg dense with Demon Marks, “Everyone, we can wait no longer. Please swiftly help my Young Master undergo Soul Refining for resurrection. My Young Master carries half of the old Demon Lord’s cultivation. Once resurrected, he will surely summon the power of the six rivers for you all, slay the Netherworld Wolf, and completely eradicate the scourge of this Ice Age!” The previously hesitant Huaxu and Rushou’s expressions turned resolute due to the dire circumstances. No longer concerned with the presence of Baili An and Su Jing, frost spread onto the Bronze Platform, where the Spirit Protecting Array collapsed, and all spirited entities were frozen and devoured by this terrifying chill. The Ancient Gods silently chanted spiritual formulas, and instantly a half-meter-tall emerald sapling sprang from the ground. Fresh, tender branches twisted and writhed, and from those vines seeped a trickle of verdant sap. Seeing this, Zangxin’s face lit up with ecstasy, finally witnessing the long-awaited object. His form dissipated into a cloud of black mist, rushing toward the sapling. However, upon nearing three meters from the sapling, it emitted a mysterious purifying force that greatly reduced his malevolent intent. The mist dissipated, revealing his true form, and Zangxin’s spiritual energy was assimilated by the sapling, weakening him. Stunned briefly, he nevertheless hastened toward the flowing sap source, using the egg in his hand to collect the sap imbued with miraculous resurrection power. Then, an eerie twang of strings resounded. Zangxin’s wrists felt a chill as both hands flew off. Simultaneously, the unsheathed Emotion Slayer Sword whistled through the air, piercing straight through the Demon Egg, as dense black demonic breath burst from the crack. Zangxin, indifferent to his hands dissipating into mist, let out a bestial shriek, his eyes under the mask filled with bloodthirst. Baili An looked at Su Jing in surprise, wondering how she could clearly anticipate his target and even swiftly and accurately synchronize to pierce the egg of the Demon Lord with her sword, without him having said a word. Su Jing provided no explanation, simply summoning the Emotion Slayer Sword back to her hand. As the Demon Lord’s egg cracked apart, spilling bright red fluid, a young boy emerged, appearing no older than five or six, curled up and tumbling out of the shell. With blood flowing continuously from a sword wound in his abdomen, he hadn’t been able to absorb the sap from the emerald tree. His body was scrawny, his two wings behind him utterly barren, and his life force extremely weak, yet his narrow, soft eyes were not what one would expect of a child. He was the eldest son of the old Demon Lord. If not for the chaos of Mo City that year, sealed by the Royal Family member Si Li, he should have been destined to sit on the throne of the Demon World. The howling of the Netherworld Wolf and the War Ghost continued. The Ancient Gods watched the boy from the broken shell, gradually turning cold. Baili An advanced two steps, subtly positioning himself on a lunar halo on the ground. He chuckled, “So this is the Young Master of the Demon Clan who received half of the old Demon Lord’s cultivation? From his appearance, it seems that although he inherited half of the Demon Lord’s power, it merely compensated for his congenital deficiencies, allowing him to cultivate into a demon. Moreover, due to the seal, his Demon Body regressed to its initial state. Tell me, how can such a Demon Lord Young Master, even if he absorbed the essence of the tree, slay the Netherworld Wolf and bring you freedom?” As their stance swiftly changed, the Ancient Gods’ angry, icy gaze collectively turned towards Zangxin. Great beings such as them had been deceived and fooled by a cunning and sinister member of the Demon Clan. The essence of the tree veins was immensely precious, second only to the Yin Yang Seed. To waste it on such a worthless being was utterly pointless! Baili An added, “Do you all think, such a young Demon Lord Young Master, is his value truly above that of the Red Lotus?” Xihe’s face twitched, and then suddenly felt a scorching pain on his cheek. Rushou, recalling how he almost personally killed that significant human woman, his complexion turned particularly unsightly. “Enough, the farce is over.” Baili An gently laid his long zither on the ground, “Heavenly Netherworld is bitterly cold, I presume you all have calmed sufficiently. So, may we now have a proper discussion?” The Ancient Gods were at a loss as to what confidence this youth had in such a composed and serene manner. With the Netherworld Wolf in the world, they’d lose their freedom, trapped within the Bronze Tree just like fish on a chopping board — and he, merely a youth from the Sea Expansion Realm, how could he possibly seek survival in such a desperate situation? Xihe said, “Young girl, if you are willing to hand over that Red Lotus, half-soul transformed into a grand sun to shield us from the Nether Cold, we are willing to fulfill the desires in your heart.” Despite the sudden changes, the Ancient Gods still didn’t feel that his insignificant presence warranted a dialogue with them. Su Jing’s expression shifted, her black eyes became extremely bright, and she was about to step forward, lifting the arm holding the lotus. Baili An suddenly turned back, glaring at her, “You also keep it down a bit.” Taken aback by his glare, Su Jing momentarily forgot to retract her extended foot. Xihe immediately became furious, Divine Fire agitated. “Young man, if you remain blind to reality, then we can only perish together with this world!” As if to prove her point, a giant wolf’s silhouette was imprinted onto the ground, its head held high, indeed displaying a terrifying posture capable of annihilating the world. The breath of the Netherworld Wolf had already infiltrated the Bronze Tree. Dark snow began to descend from the sky above. Xihe could no longer utter a word as one of her arms began to frost over, her complexion turning extremely pale. A profound regret surged in her heart. If only she had agreed to the deal with that human girl right from the start, then the Bronze World could have welcomed the daylight’s fierce flames, and what would there be to fear from the Netherworld Wolf and Heavenly Ghost! Baili An looked down at the moon, in the despairing silence, he suddenly softly called out, “Lunar Watch.” The land’s dark shadow was broken, a giant black wolf descended upon the world with an absolutely proud, cold, disdainful, and dominating posture. His path of revenge was finally about to be complete. But at that moment, the mark deep within his soul flickered, and his enormous body swiftly shrank to the size of a visible adult dog, lying beneath the youth, still proudly holding its formidable head high, barking fiercely. Yet its tail was wagging extremely fast. Like a big black dog begging a bone from its owner. The entire scene fell into a stunned, prolonged silence. Baili An leisurely gathered his long zither, observing the Netherworld Wolf’s rigid body and disbelief-stricken face, he patted its head, pondering if it was this world’s favor towards him? Everything had indeed happened most ingeniously. Thus, with newfound confidence, he seriously addressed the beings living in myths, “Now, do I have the right to engage in a new conversation with you all?”