Journey to the End of the Night-Chapter 1382 - 881: When We Meet Again in Splendid Attire (Part 2)

Chapter 1382: Chapter 881: When We Meet Again in Splendid Attire (Part 2)

In the aftermath of the clash, the residual might finally severed the taut string within her, causing her to decisively faint in Baili An’s embrace.

The Vermilion Bird spirit within the Vermilion Bird Zither had completely manifested, its fiery wings enormous, carrying Baili An and the other person, soaring forward in the high-speed flight through the sky.

The scorching gusts hit Baili An’s body like massive boulders.

Baili An’s body leaned to one side, with his sleeve-covered arm completely shielding Yin Baishuang under his embrace, absorbing most of the impact for her.

At this moment, his body was extremely weak, and such intense high-speed flight undoubtedly brought him even more severe pain.

The gale passed by his ears, his eardrums pulsed furiously, and within his blurry sight, he could no longer distinguish the direction.

His heart surged violently, even the Corpse Pearl was nearly unable to suppress the impending dispersal of blood energy within.

Already injured three years ago by this Fire Domain space, Baili An, with his spirit and soul burned, was finally unable to sustain further after the recent heavy blow.

His vision suddenly darkened, losing consciousness, his awareness returning to the chaos and dust.

Without Baili An’s Spiritual Power to control it, the Vermilion Bird Zither became lifeless, the embodied Vermilion Bird spirit screeched in a prolonged cry before disappearing without a trace.

The Vermilion Bird Zither, possessing immense spirituality, transformed into flowing light, flying back to the Qiankun Bag at Baili An’s waist.

From consciousness to unconsciousness, Baili An continually protected the woman in his arms tightly, as they descended downward.

Gale swept for thousands of miles, a landscape full of desolation and killing intent.

Baili An, in the depths of extreme exhaustion, struggled to lift his heavy eyelids, revealing a boundless scene of vast crimson hues, with the sound of babbling streams ringing in his ears.

The melodious sound of flowing water, faintly cool, akin to the first splash of clear spring water soothing in the height of a summer heatwave, reaching his heart and lungs.

Yet, Baili An did not forget where he was.

This is Nine Burning Valley, a place devoid of rain or open water sources for a millennium.

Not to mention water sources or rivers; even beings with blood and liquid struggle to survive here.

Here, apart from those bizarre red crystal plants, not a single blade of grass or wild plant grows.

Here, a drop of water is like a miracle in the desert.

Let alone actually hearing such pure and smooth babbling stream sound.

Baili An’s first thought was that he was hallucinating in his desperate plight.

He propped himself up, barely moving, his waist now caught firmly yet gently by slender cool arms from behind.

Baili An’s eyes widened in surprise, discovering himself embraced from behind in a protective circle by the woman.

A phantasmal Divine Temple Dharma Form loomed behind her, a chessboard like the heavens, suspended, with countless black and white twins crisscrossing in chaos.

The clear sound of flowing water beside him was not a hallucination, as the cool, moist earth embraced both their bodies.

Surrounding Baili An were dozens of ice-blue mystical crystals, square, like Five Directions Cold Ice, clashing beautifully within the water.

"You woke up?" Seemingly startled by Baili An’s slight movement.

The woman behind slowly opened her butterfly-wing-like long eyelashes, her deep black, crystal-clear almond eyes gently blinked, shimmering like a gemstone after being wetted by water.

Her arms, tightly circled around Baili An’s waist, gently loosened, fingers falling upon his right arm, inching across his skin. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

She gently asked, "Does it still hurt?"

Baili An then realized that his arms, once burned and withered by wildfire, had unexpectedly been restored under the immersion of the stream water.

Aside from the slight redness of the skin, and the occasional spicy pain upon her light touch, there seemed to be no further discomfort.

Their bodies pressed tightly together, submerged and floating, crimson robes spread like butterfly wings upon the water’s surface.

Baili An’s eyes glanced sideways, noticing the crisp collisions of the Taixuan Sect’s Healing Holy Medicine within the stream.

For a moment, Baili An seemed somewhat dazed.

Fierce fiery winds roared, crimson lightning traversing this world.

The vast Nine Fires Valley resembles an apocalypse brought by heavenly fire, with countless gigantic fissures winding through the scarlet-black earth, like streaks of bright red scars.

Thick scarlet magma rolls like tidal waves, violently surging continuously through the earth veins.

This scene is reminiscent of the great world of the celestial furnace recorded in the ancient mountain and sea secrets.

With heaven and earth devoid of life, all things are silent.

The ghosts of the Nine Fires are being tormented and consumed within this endless wildfire.

Only the ten-mile creek and river under Baili An’s body are flowing gently, as cool as a midsummer night.

Baili An did not ask Yin Baishuang if he could use the power of the white stones to leave this place.

Because above, the Dharma Form of Moqi Hall is suspended high, with three hundred and sixty-one black and white stones crisscrossing each other, fully displaying the power of Moqi Hall.

If two white stones could easily take them away, then the name of the Nine Fires Valley Forbidden Land would be exceedingly exaggerated.

Moqi Hall forms its own small spatial world, with the creek and river merely manifestations of the Dao Realm phenomena formed by the power of this hall.

Additionally, the Taixuan Sect’s direct bloodline has inherited the Yingtian’s dragon blood and the profound frost power since ancient times, passed down through generations.

Thus, using the spatial power of Moqi Hall, transforming winter into rivers, and Frost Descent into realms, they can surprisingly resist one or two, preserving a pure land in this terrifying world of raging fires.

But Baili An knows that Moqi Hall cannot sustain for long.

Once the earth veins erupt with endless wildfire, with no ground left, it will be the moment they perish in a sea of flames.

Without a doubt, this is the most unprecedented desperate situation Baili An has faced since his rebirth.

This dilemma differs from facing the three hundred thousand ghoul army alone in Chaotic Netherworld Valley three years ago.

If the soul spirit is buried in the wildfires, even the Taiyin Emperor with astounding powers cannot reverse reality.

Moreover, Baili An did not make thorough plans or considerations when venturing here, or should I say, from the start, he never had the time to plot a solution to this calamity.

When he found out Yin Baishuang was in the Nine Fires Valley, he became utterly panicked, from then until now, he is still in a state of confusion and cluelessness.

Looking at this world-burning wildfire, Baili An feels nothing but bewilderment.

He does not know how to unravel this situation, he has no back-up plan.

Despite his exceptional intelligence, endless foresight, and fantastical ideas, he cannot change the current predicament.

The only thing he can do is await death.

Yet after the bewilderment, Baili An surprisingly feels no hopelessness, fear, or any negative emotions of darkness.

Perhaps the embrace behind him is too real and warm.

Perhaps, this time, he is not facing darkness and death alone.

At this moment, his heart is unexpectedly calm, the fiery glow illuminating their brows, thin embers floating in the air, as if embodying all the world’s colors.

Baili An’s mood is listlessly relaxed, his body gradually relaxing in this extremely tense situation.

He lets his body weight rest entirely upon the person behind him, with a hint of helplessness in his light laughter: "It hurts a lot."

The woman behind, hearing this, couldn’t help but tighten her hold on him, her muffled voice carrying a difficult-to-suppress sob, somewhat aggrieved: "You bastard!"

The man who made her experience severe heartbreak twice, he is truly the biggest bastard on earth.

Baili An gives a bitter laugh: "Isn’t this the retribution coming now?"

But he didn’t expect this retribution would make her endure it with him.

Yin Baishuang didn’t question where he had been in the past three years or why he didn’t come looking for her. Although Yin Baishuang had been in madness for over two hundred years, she is no fool. At this point, how could she not see why Ying Xiu sought her suddenly, and why Baili An came here in a panic.

None of this matters to Yin Baishuang.

What matters is, traversing through time, year after year of rain on pear blossoms, she finally met the person she encountered in magnificence and glory.