Chapter 489: Chapter 484: Dawn of the Mortal World Cultivator Zhen truly dismissed the idea of taking Baili An as his disciple to teach him the Sword Dao. He felt extremely fortunate that he hadn’t voiced this idea earlier. Wasn’t this asking for humiliation? Even the legendary Huaxu Sword God had bowed to this young man, and although Cultivator Zhen was confident in his own swordsmanship, he couldn’t help feeling ashamed in front of Huaxu’s Li Ji. A few days ago, when Baili An had requested to go to the Divine Tree, Cultivator Zhen thought he was merely clutching at straws in desperation. How could a boy, barely sixteen years old and still not fully grown, shatter the eternal, unbreakable celestial order and the Bronze Cage? Listening to the boy seriously instructing Li Ji and Zhao Wu to keep their aura and Divinity concealed lest they reveal their identities to mortals, Cultivator Zhen realized that if he took these two Ancient Gods around so ostentatiously and then returned to the Mortal World, it would undoubtedly draw excessive attention. He did not wish to become the target of the masses. Seeing the old woman following behind him, Cultivator Zhen couldn’t help but pull her aside and quietly inquire about the specifics. The old woman patted Cultivator Zhen’s head somewhat lamentingly, yet her aged eyes were unusually bright, “Old and not yet dead, it’s time to pack up and return to our homeland.” Cultivator Zhen was stunned at first, then his gaze turned slightly cold, “What kind of joke are you making with me?” The old woman laughed in response, “Do you think I’m joking with you?” Cultivator Zhen stared at her up and down, taking a long time to assess her. Seeing her expression really did not seem to be joking, his emotions finally began to unbalance. The old woman looked at him, her eyes gleeful yet mocking, “Old and not yet dead, I advised you back then not to be the fool in solitude. Although this old lady hasn’t achieved anything great in her life, trapped in the Bronze Gate for most of it, at least I know to pass on the family line, look…” That aged face proudly pointed towards Su Jing, boasting, “That is my great-granddaughter; isn’t she charming?” Cultivator Zhen’s mouth twitched, “Charming or not, what does that have to do with me?!” Seeing his stubborn refusal to understand, the old woman shook her head, yet with a smile, she watched the youth’s handsome silhouette and sighed, “The cool moonlight, the dawn of the Mortal World. Green mountains from where people emerge, deep cups of wine…” The confused Cultivator Zhen irritably flung his sleeves, “What nonsense are you spouting now?” Later, Cultivator Zhen found out that the youth was capable of seeing the location of the gate to this world and was intentionally leading those who had mistakenly entered the Bronze Gate back to the Mortal World. This was undoubtedly a tremendous redemption for those suffering in this tormented world. Even the traditionally rigid Cultivator Zhen couldn’t help but feel a bit of heartfelt gratitude towards Baili An. Cultivator Zhen quickly spread the news that they could return to the Mortal World. Since ancient times, countless mortal Cultivators had been stranded within the Bronze Gate. Considering the vastness of the world, this message would naturally take some time to fully propagate. When Fang Geyu saw Su Jing wrapped tightly, he couldn’t help but be shocked, “With your skills, you ended up here too?” Su Jing, looking unwell and in a terrible mood, cocked her head, clearly unwilling to deal with Fang Geyu further. But by tilting her head, Su Jing coincidentally locked eyes with someone. It was a woman standing under the shade of a tree, her figure exceptionally slender and graceful, a loose black robe unable to hide her elegant frame; her wide hat concealed her face, only revealing her slightly sharp chin, emitting a somewhat frail chill. As Su Jing’s gaze met hers, the unyielding and majestic grace that was embedded deep in her bones dissolved away in an instant. Su Jing inadvertently furrowed her brows, sensing that the woman’s gaze contained a tinge of unusual emotion. Before she could delve deeper into this woman’s intentions, the strangely silent woman who had been watching her quietly alone walked away around the woods. Zhao Wu summoned the sun using her Divine Skills, and the Bronze World saw daylight for the first time in tens of thousands of years. Baili An, being a corpse demon, didn’t adapt well to the blinding early light and quickly returned to his original dwelling under the cover of the Glazed Umbrella. The Female Demon Lord, who had been treated like a potted plant for days, began to vent her frustrations as soon as he entered, with narrowed eyes. “Little thing, you’ve left me hanging here for three whole days. Although I no longer have a body, my head is not there to grow flowers! You were meticulous enough to disguise me as a big red flower; there hasn’t been a single night when girls in this tribe haven’t come to water me in your room. My head hasn’t dried since you left!” “If you dare leave me on the side again, believe me, I’ll bite you to death!” Annoyed by her nagging, Baili An flicked his arm, and from the Bi Sheng Jade came a bloody and feeble Young Lord of the Demon Lord, Mi Lu. Mi Lu hadn’t been healed by the sap of the Divine Tree, and having been forcibly hatched, he was frail and childlike, roughly eight or nine years old, barely able to support himself on the ground with his thin limbs. The Female Demon Lord abruptly stopped her incessant chatter. Her head swiveled in the pot, and she calmly said, “Ah, it’s my brother.” Mi Lu lay on the ground, his gaze intense, “Is it you?” The Female Demon Lord squinted and smiled slightly, her face showing no surprise or shock, “It’s been many years, brother; how have you been?” Mi Lu’s face was cold, his tone mocking, “As you can see, still alive, in this neither human nor ghost form.” The smile on the Female Demon Lord’s lips deepened, “You are expressing such resentment unreasonably, brother. Weren’t you rescued from the Demon Cave by Qi Ren and taken to recover in the Demon World? How did you end up in the Bronze World where I was sealed?” Mi Lu’s face darkened, and he remained silent. The Female Demon Lord hummed meaningfully, “Could it be that you, out of kindness, came here to rescue me from fire and water?” Mi Lu suddenly looked up, fixing his gaze sharply on her, “Why waste words on pleasantries now that we are both trapped in dire straits? A mountain cannot accommodate two tigers. The vast Demon World of Qingzhou has always had room for only one ruler. While Father lay dormant in the Demon Seas, he transferred all his cultivation to me, the rightful Divine Queen. The throne of the Demon Lord was by right mine, and you know well that Father, on his dying night, had you substitute for me, intending for you to endure this eternal calamity on my behalf. Now that you seek to break free, are you prepared to defy the monarch’s will and let me continue to bear this calamity instead?” Baili An had not expected, with her head and body separate, that there would still be such cause and effect. He clearly saw the smile gradually fading from the lips of the Female Demon Lord. Although he had found her to be very perceptive and adept at understanding people’s hearts, her charming face appeared as if it were covered by a thousand masks, making it impossible to see through the smile she wore and the emotions hidden deep below.