Journey to the End of the Night-Chapter 1242 - 814: A Three-Year Dream

The netherworld fire is smeared, the ghostly wind is silent.

The Taiyin Emperor looked at the illusionary soul body of Baili An swaying lightly in the wind and fire, his emotions could be described as turbulent, surging inexplicably.

The name of the Six Rivers of the Demon World is widely circulated within the Six Realms.

Its nature is evil, its actions wicked, the mysterious Shouhe Shu Ci is not to be mentioned for now.

Even for someone as proud and arrogant as Taiyin, he has long heard of the notorious Zangxin.

This River that kills Zangxin has ranked second in Mohe since ancient times, never falling throughout the years.

He, together with the first generation old Demon Lord, created a glorious historical era for the Demon Path.

Like Shu Ci, he served three generations of kings, ancient and long-lasting.

He outlasted two generations of Demon Lords, even when the third generation Demon Lord was sealed in the Red Flame Quicksand, Shu Ci slept long in Taiqi Mountain.

Only he, Erhe Zangxin, regardless of the flourishing or prosperity of the Demon Path, exists like a shadow eternally present in the Mortal World.

The cunning of Zangxin is unparalleled; though many great beings have emerged over the generations who could severely wound him, none could ever catch the tail of this old fox.

In wars, he has suffered numerous defeats.

Yet truly catching this old fox’s tail, no one has succeeded.

He can maneuver with ease in the era of the Sacred Rise of the Hundred Immortal Sects.

He can wear the guise of an immortal guest that the Immortal Venerable Zhu Zhan’s conscious presence on earth cannot see through.

Zangxin is like a stubborn old disease buried a hundred thousand fathoms deep in the earth of the Mortal World, unseen, yet his shadow is everywhere.

With the identity and power of the Taiyin Emperor, crushing Zangxin is as easy as crushing an ant.

Yet his ever-changing form makes finding his true body useless.

A mere Zangxin, whose power is not particularly strong, yet he can live enduringly, skillful at concealing.

Time is an extremely terrifying thing.

It changes all things in the world.

Ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years, Zangxin may pose no threat.

But if it were tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions of years, who can know what a small seed might grow into a towering tree?

Thinking of this, the Taiyin Emperor couldn’t help but glance at Jun He kneeling below, whose brow and eyes were full of subservience.

Seeing this scene, how could he not feel a sense of pride in his heart?

Only the righteous gentlemen of the Mortal World looked down on his eldest grandson, led by Baili Yu, a bunch of short-sighted people!

When the youth shakes his clothes, it’s as if facing the thousand-mile wind vane.

When the youth blinks, it can also create thoughts of the eternal clear stream.

His Taiyin grandson clearly possesses extraordinary talent, yet treated as worthless by Baili Yu.

If it were someone else, who could make the cunning Zangxin of the River of Killings dance in circles like this?

Commonly, those who plan are good at using borrowed knives to kill.

But who else can borrow someone else’s knife and willingly plunge it into their own heart?

If the eldest grandson were raised in Central Netherworld, within his Netherworld Bureau, how could he worry that after all eternity, there would no longer be a young Venerable Immortal?!

Thinking of this, the Taiyin Emperor’s heart grew increasingly angry and hateful, not to mention Baili Yu’s useless stupidity, he still destroyed the wise bone!

On the other side, Baili An did not notice the Taiyin Emperor’s ever-changing emotions.

He played with the Corpse Pearl in his hand, looking down at Jun He kneeling on the ground.

"Master Brother indeed has good skills, in such a situation, he still managed to get the Corpse Pearl from father, Master Brother must have exerted a lot of effort, right?"

Jun He shook his head and said, "The Young Master died in the Chaotic Netherworld Valley, Sect Master’s emotions are extremely broken, he regards that Corpse Pearl as very important. Even though I have intentions, I dare not provoke Sect Master at such a time."

He slightly settled his mood, suddenly raised a finger to lightly press against his temple, allowing a sword spirit to ruthlessly capture into his Divine Mansion.

Jun He’s face suddenly turned pale, with a trace of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, steadily suppressing the personality belonging to Zangxin.

Jun He’s expression was as usual, he looked up at Baili An, different from the calm cruelty towards his other personality, he looked at Baili An with such devout passion.

"It’s Miss Su Jing."

Upon hearing this name, Baili An lightly raised his eyes, "Su Jing? What does she want with my Corpse Pearl?"

Jun He recounted everything that happened atop the mountain that day, including Yin Baishuang’s madness, Su Jing’s calm concealed craze, as well as Baili Yu’s heart like dead ashes.

The Corpse Pearl was in Baili Yu’s hands, Jun He was not his match, naturally unable to seize it.

Who would have thought Su Jing had such skill, convincing the stubborn old Baili Yu to hand over the Corpse Pearl?

With the identity of Zangxin, it would be much easier to snatch the Corpse Pearl from Su Jing.

But this simple and brutal method ultimately cut off the last thought of Young Sect Master Su.

Baili An’s fingers paused stiffly while playing with the Corpse Pearl, then he tightened his fist, lowering his arm, lowered his gaze and murmured, "I thought she... had descended the mountain."

Ever since Tianxi Sword Sect had successive major incidents, everyone in the mountain was alarmed.

Yet Baili An had never seen the figure of Yin Baishuang.

If he knew she was just nearby in the mountain, and appeared so untimely, he might not have taken such reckless risks in the Chaotic Netherworld Valley.

He could hurt himself, but she alone was someone he absolutely could not hurt.

Why, why must it be, even missing her?

"An An!" Suddenly, an urgent shout from the Taiyin Emperor came from behind.

Baili An turned to look, the Taiyin Emperor had already floated forward, placing a finger into his brow.