Journey to the End of the Night-Chapter 1381 - 881: When We Meet Again in Fine Attire

Chapter 1381: Chapter 881: When We Meet Again in Fine Attire

Baili An’s forehead showed faint veins, and at such a close distance, Yin Baishuang clearly noticed that his breath was chaotic.

She was dazed, not yet returning to her senses, as if she were in a dream, muddled and confused.

Seeing her in this bewildered state, Baili An’s face darkened.

The next moment, he viciously headbutted her forehead, angrily speaking:

"Are you crazy?! You don’t even know to hide when an Evil Ghost haunts you, yet you keep moving forward, do you want your soul to be devoured by the vortex of the Abyss?!"

As he spoke, Baili An’s whole body trembled, his gaze frighteningly dark.

But Yin Baishuang felt that the person truly frightened just now was actually him.

It was him, truly him, he was still alive...

In this instant, the raging wildfire spreading across the world, gigantic, fiery, and burning with death, fell into Yin Baishuang’s eyes, instead resembling a sun symbolizing hope and light.

At this moment, the words "ecstatic joy" were insufficient to describe her heart.

"Little An..." her forehead flushed, she softly uttered his name, her voice trembling with a sob, fearful that the person before her was just her imagination.

The next moment, she fell into a cold embrace.

Beneath his chest, something thumped like a drum, not a heartbeat, because that sound was more breathtaking and tumultuous than a heartbeat!

He pressed his chin firmly on her shoulder, his voice muffled and heavy, carrying a hint of lingering fear, softly whispering in her ear: "When you stood here just now, what were you thinking?"

Yin Baishuang slightly rose on her tiptoes, and a touch of light appeared in her dark eyes, and the smile that had always curved while singing also flattened, she said: "Thinking of you."

Baili An pressed his lips together tightly.

He knew that while thinking of him, she was also contemplating death by suicide.

In this boundless sea of fire, Ghost Souls refine the heart, the fire contains countless of the mortal world’s seven emotions and six desires, obsessions and delusions, able to see through the deepest darkness in human hearts.

These yin spirits, with nowhere to rest, excel at leading people to depression and despair, thereby walking towards death.

In Nine Burning Valley, where Baili An had been unable to find Yin Baishuang for so long, his own heart was chaotic and uncontrollable.

"Crack!"

Amid the countless piercing wails, the Jade Flute, entangled with countless yin spirits and submerged in the Flame River, seemed unable to withstand the pressure, and cracks appeared on its surface.

The sound of cracking was crisp, the ghosts wailed together.

Baili An only felt the ground below suddenly heat up to a scorching temperature, trembling violently, a dull rumbling sound emanating.

There was no time to continue speaking, Baili An’s face changed drastically, sensing the terrifying power of an impending natural disaster beneath his feet, without any hesitation, he stretched out his right hand and called back the Divination Flute.

Nine Burning Valley was an absolute death place, the overwhelming disaster was ever-changing, allowing no time for response or thought.

With a thunderous boom, the ground cracked, and scorching high temperatures rolled over the heavens like a flood.

Yin Baishuang was staring at Baili An’s face, dazed and lost, fully unaware of the approaching dreadful disaster.

Baili An, holding her, leaped upward, beneath them, the Flame River resembled a giant boiling furnace, fiercely burning.

In the great furnace, thousands of yin spirits roared and, amidst waves of tragic cries, turned to ashes.

The sea of fire divided, occasionally exposing the charred black ground, a ten-zhang thick and dazzling red fire pillar, like a giant dragon’s tail, crashed straight towards Baili An.

The fire pillar, like a raging python, contained indescribable power, appearing especially terrifying.

The fire of the earth veins from ten thousand zhang below was precisely this Nine Burning Wildfire.

The flame disaster descended, burning the living beings.

All this happened in the blink of an eye.

Instantly, Baili An stepped onto the Seven Ashes Steps, a halo of fiery light rose, but was completely devoured by the violent force.

Facing the crashing fire pillar, he swung his hand in reverse.

The Ghost Tears Pearl at the end of the Divination Flute burst with a ghostly red glow, the cracks on the flute’s body deepened.

Baili An’s arm instantly ignited, the fire spread from fingers to shoulder in no time.

Where the wildfire reached, the entire arm withered, visible to the naked eye, like a flower losing its moisture.

The short flute in his hand felt as if it had been hit by an age-old mountain, veins suddenly exploding!

Luckily, the Divination Flute was originally formed from the Yin Seal, its power extraordinary, complemented by the Ghost Tears Pearl, formed by Taiyin Emperor’s right eye.

If not for these, facing such direct confrontation with the wild earth vein fire, it would have been reduced to ashes in an instant.

Baili An’s full force blow only barely shattered a third of the fire pillar.

And the chaotic and trembling ground seemed to be brewing a more terrifying storm of flame disaster.

The sky was filled with soul remnants and stray spirits, tearing like cotton wool.

Seizing the gap, Baili An gritted his teeth and summoned the Vermilion Bird Zither, shielding it with his body, carrying Yin Baishuang as they transformed into a streak of light and glory across the sky.

After just one blow facing that wild earth vein fire, all of Baili An’s heart and energy accumulated over three years was exhausted.

His half body was continuously withered by the invading wildfire, as if he had been split open by a flaming great sword, his entire vision was fiery red.

Yin Baishuang, carefully discerning the myriad soul spirits in the river of fire, experienced an extreme drain on her Divine Sense.

Though she showed no visible wounds at this moment, how could an ordinary cultivator withstand being scorched by the blazing fire in Nine Burning Valley all night and still remain unharmed?

Now her body was like a finely polished thin mirror, delicate and fragile.