Journey to the End of the Night-Chapter 1240 - 813: You Have Nowhere Left to Run (Part 2)

Chapter 1240: Chapter 813: You Have Nowhere Left to Run (Part 2)

The Taiyin Emperor sneered coldly, speaking with a rather disdainful tone:

"I do not boast idly, Jiang Chen’s Royal Bloodline Corpse Pearl, indeed leaves me helpless. But, my dear grandson, if you wish for a Spirit Root, I could capture Shen Jibai from Guyin Country for you.

If you need the Divine Origin, it’s somewhat troublesome; we’d need to slaughter the country’s monarch and then obtain it for you through reincarnation.

As for that Demon Essence, difficult as it may seem it’s not all that hard, merely break through the realm, enter the Demon World, capture the newly ascended Demon Lord, and force her to engage in spirit cultivation with you, jointly sacrificing the Demon Essence, which could resolve it as well."

The words left Baili An dumbfounded.

His grandfather was speaking seriously about such horrifying rhetoric.

What was even more frightening was that his expression did not resemble the slightest bit of jesting, it seemed as if there was truly a need.

Whether capturing the Crown Prince of the Immortal Country, or slaughtering one of the Four Saints.

Even breaking the Immortal Demon Realm with insane disregard and capturing the Monarch of the Demon World to engage in cross-race spirit cultivation with his grandson.

He seemed truly capable, at the first moment, of going to undertake such madness.

After all, two hundred years ago, the ’Phoenix Claw’ incident was still vivid, and Baili An did not doubt the appalling decisiveness of the Taiyin Emperor.

He hurriedly said: "No, no, no, Grandpa, I don’t need these, truly don’t need them."

The Taiyin Emperor snorted coldly: "I naturally know that you do not need these things right now, otherwise, you would have obediently sat on my holy throne eating Longevity Noodles.

Hmph, but this Corpse Pearl, is truly troublesome, you little rascal, really know how to pose difficult problems!

If this fundamental item does not return, even my power cannot continue to sustain your soul body from fracturing."

Within the Chaotic Netherworld Valley, Baili An’s physical body was consumed, and his soul was like-wise torn by the power of toxic fire into countless dust, scattered throughout the heavens and earth.

Were it not for the powerful divine sense spiritual power of the Taiyin Emperor, enveloping the heavens and earth, slowly piecing together his scattered soul within the netherworld fire.

Baili An would likely have had no chance of awakening so swiftly.

Throughout the vast world, likely no other Immortal could achieve as the Taiyin Emperor has.

In mere days, reunite a shattered soul.

One must realize, within the heavens and earth, countless beings abound, with living souls, with Death Spirits, scattered across the world.

In the Mortal World, every day sees wronged deaths, unjust deaths, unreturned Reincarnated.

To locate within these souls comparable in number to the stars in the sky, the remnants of Baili An’s soul, without missing a single piece, to fit together like a puzzle, complete and neat, what a grand and arduous task.

Even more demanding, to find Baili An’s soul fragments, without omission, without deviation?

Even mistakenly picking a similar remnant soul, or missing half a soul, would not achieve the current Baili An.

Especially upon hearing the three words ’Longevity Noodles’, Baili An’s eyes softened in an instant.

He yearned to live, yearned to return, desired to, like a child wronged outside, return home to a bowl of steaming soup noodles, with two fried eggs, a few scallions; it’s nothing more than simple happiness and warmth.

Baili An did not wish to see the Taiyin Emperor continue in demented frustration.

He lightly tugged the corner of his mouth, smiled, and said: "Grandpa, consider the time, there should be guests coming to visit, regardless of who, you might receive them."

Yet, during such times, the Taiyin Emperor had no thoughts of receiving external visitors.

Besides, this place was the Palace of Deep Travels in the Nine Nethers, a forbidden land for hundred ghosts, in thousands of years, when ever had there been outsiders daring to intrude?! 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Just as his brows furrowed, a ghost servant hurried over, holding aloft a blood-soaked severed arm.

He spoke solemnly: "Your eminence, the first sword of Tianxi, Jun He, requests an audience."

Two hundred years ago, after Baili Yu entered the Central Netherworld, and spent a night admiring flowers in thirteen cities, the Taiyin Emperor established a new rule within the realm of Nine Nethers.

Any from the eastern part of the Human Realm, should they die and wish to re-enter the mortal realm, must first sever an arm, enduring the pain of three lives with a severed limb.

The Taiyin Emperor paused in amazement, saying: "You mean Jun He of the Tianxi Sword Sect has entered my Nine Nethers?"

"Yes."

"He came alone?" The Taiyin Emperor found it utterly incomprehensible, staring at the severed arm, how did he dare?

"Yes."

The Taiyin Emperor laughed in anger.

A disciple of the Tianxi Sword Sect, venturing alone into his realm of Nine Nethers, yet had voluntarily severed an arm.

Was he seeking something, or eager for death?

A cruel and vicious smile appeared on his face.

Baili An softly reminded: "Grandpa."

Only then did the Taiyin Emperor recall Baili An’s earlier words.

He cleared his throat, though filled with reluctance, he summoned Jun He inside.

Before long, Jun He, stained with blood, hand pressed on his sword, stepped forward.

He had changed from his usual form, clad in casual clothes, hair tied with a crown, amidst the flickering netherworld fire.

Jun He’s handsome face radiated heroic splendor, even though missing an arm, did not diminish his charm, his eyes brimmed with steady light.

With just a fleeting glance, it reminded one of an ancient saying:

"A nobleman unmatched in the world, with sleeves that brush the fleeting joy of the world."

Though now a gentleman with one sleeve, yet his elegance and clarity remained, adding a touch of brightness to the sinister palace.

The Taiyin Emperor never favored such gentlemanly conduct of Tianxi, sitting high upon the throne, hands folded, nodding with disdain as if viewing an ant:

"Has anyone ever told you, those from Tianxi, entering my Monarch Hall, must offer a pair of arms?"