The Eight Empresses Betrayed Me, Only to Deeply Regret It After Being Reborn-Chapter 47: The First Life

Vermilion Bird.

In her past life, she had been the Vermilion Bird Demon Empress.

That title had always seemed strange to many. After all, in the Nine Heavens, who didn’t know the Nine-Life Heavenly Sovereign? His hatred for the demon race was infamous — he had slaughtered their kind endlessly, with nothing but loathing in his heart.

And yet, the Vermilion Bird, a divine beast by nature, deliberately called herself the Demon Empress.

It wasn’t until Lu Ye faced his tribulation that people finally understood.

The reason the Vermilion Bird Empress bore that name was simple — to spite the Nine-Life Heavenly Sovereign.

You hate demons?

Then I’ll crown myself Demon Empress.

...

The Vermilion Bird had made her move, determined to break through the encirclement with Yue Hongling in tow.

But the Eight Desolations Lock-Kill Formation was not so easily broken. In an instant, eight prodigies fell into formation, sealing off every possible escape route.

"You’ve got some nerve, turning your back on the demon race!" roared a creature covered in armored scales, resembling a bipedal pangolin.

"Slaves of all creation — and you still dare call yourselves demon kind? Break!"

Vermilion flames surged forth, an overwhelming wave of divine fire pouring ahead.

Clutching Yue Hongling tightly, the Vermilion Bird swept her massive wings like blades of heaven, slashing at a demonic prodigy.

With an X-shaped cross of blazing wings, that demonic cultivator was instantly cut into four clean pieces.

"Divine Judgment Light!"

A searing beam of divine radiance fell from the heavens, smashing down toward the Vermilion Bird.

The Ancient God Prince let out a low growl. Light surged ahead of him, weaving into a vast and intricate divine spell. He punched forward, his fist merging with the divine art — and in the sky, a colossal fist took shape.

Under that mighty fist, all life seemed no more than ants. The fist tore through the black clouds, surrounded by flickering white lightning, radiating a terrifying pressure.

Even from far away, the descending heavenly fist could be seen.

It truly felt like some god had struck down from the sea of clouds.

The surrounding alien cultivators all scattered.

The Vermilion Bird raised her head. As she gazed at the terrifying fist bearing down on her, a drop of her essence blood flowed out, merging into Yue Hongling’s mouth. Then, spreading her wings protectively around her, she suddenly began to spin, transforming into the most dazzling vortex of flame and hurtling skyward to meet the descending blow.

"Li—!"

Her shriek rang out across heaven and earth.

Boom!

The two forces collided, shaking the world to its core.

Like a comet crashing into the planet.

Yes — the Vermilion Bird had made her move!

And then, the inevitable — she was surrounded.

The Eight Desolations Lock-Kill Formation shifted. All the alien elites joined in, forming five layers of formation. Forty alien prodigies attacked simultaneously.

Tiered offense. Coordinated assault.

The Vermilion Bird’s power was fearsome — easily on par with Yue Hongling. After all, both had returned from death as Emperors, bringing with them the supreme divine techniques and cultivation methods.

Even though Yue Hongling had been slightly weakened after forming her Heavenly Pill, her experience and battle instincts made up the gap. There wasn’t much difference between them.

"A demon race with this kind of prodigy, and she’s actually siding with the damn humans?" a demon cultivator cursed loudly, as if the whole world had suddenly become surreal.

A fully uninjured Vermilion Bird — far too strong!

Her wings turned into searing flame-blades, and her Vermilion Fire was terrifying in its intensity.

With Yue Hongling guarded beneath her wings, the Vermilion Bird fought with all she had. If she could kill one, she’d kill one — even if it meant being injured herself to do it, it was worth it.

The faces of the surrounding alien prodigies grew increasingly grim.

Too many had died.

So many prodigies had already fallen trying to kill Yue Hongling. Now, to bring down another being just as powerful — and worse, from the demon race itself?

Yes, a demon!

They were actually trying to kill a fellow demon?

What the hell were they even doing?

As long as it wasn’t a human — having such a powerful prodigy rise among the demon race was actually something the other alien races could accept. After all, their greatest enemy had always been the human race!

The other demon prodigies, seeing the Vermilion Bird in action, no longer wanted to fight.

She was one of their own. If she really ended up on the verge of death... wouldn’t they have to intervene to save her?

So what was the point of this fight, then?

Even with many of the demon race now clearly holding back, the pressure on the Vermilion Bird remained immense.

At this point, every other alien race had only one thought: the Vermilion Bird could live — but Yue Hongling had to die.

Thanks to the drop of essence blood she had consumed from the Vermilion Bird, Yue Hongling’s overwhelming life force had stabilized. Her wounds had stopped worsening — just barely enough to keep her alive.

But watching the Vermilion Bird still unable to break through...

Tears streamed from Yue Hongling’s eyes.

She understood now. She finally understood.

She now knew how her Senior Brother had made it out alive.

Because... he’d used one of his lives.

In a situation like this, with the power he’d had back then, there was no way he could have escaped on his own.

He must’ve fought until he dropped, died, and then resurrected using his second life to slaughter his way out.

Nine-Life Heavenly Sovereign — it turned out the very first life he forged in his Nascent Soul realm...

He used it on her, his most useless little junior sister.

Why didn’t he tell her?

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Why didn’t he say anything?

Yue Hongling recalled her hysteria when she learned of Feng Wuxie’s death, and another wave of despair crushed her heart.

How could he have told her?

Faced with the person she’d been at that time, even if he had said he died for her, what cruel words might she have thrown back at him?

Feng Wuxie had been right.

She was a despicable woman — a cold, selfish, ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) heartless woman.

The battle still raged.

But the intensity had lessened. Many demon prodigies were now trying to talk the Vermilion Bird down.

"You're carrying a human — one of the most powerful prodigies of the human race! She’s our enemy! Why are you, a fellow demon, helping her?"

"Put Yue Hongling down, and we’ll act like none of this ever happened. But if you insist on this path, and the Demon Emperor finds out — you’ll face his wrath!"

"You don’t even know her! Why are you risking everything to save her?"

The Vermilion Bird said nothing.

Then, seizing an opportunity, she tucked in her wings and turned into an incredibly dense mass of divine flame, hurling herself directly at her fellow demon cultivators.

The demon prodigies felt their scalps tingle.

In the end, they didn’t dare stand their ground. They dodged.

"Stop her!"

The other alien races shouted in panic.

But it was too late.

The blazing fireball smashed through the demon line, enduring several powerful attacks head-on. And finally, the Vermilion Bird broke free from the bindings of the Eight Desolations Lock-Kill Formation.

Her massive wings of flame unfurled. Scattered drops of her blood trailed in the air as she soared upward.

Bursting through the clouds of lightning and thunder, she flew toward the distant skies.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

"After her!"

"We were this close to killing Yue Hongling! Damn you, demon race — you better give us an explanation!"

"So many powerful cultivators died and Yue Hongling still escaped — damn you demons!"

"Are you conspiring with the humans?!"

One by one, the enraged elites of the other races turned their wrath toward the remaining demon prodigies, eyes burning with fury.

At this point, some of them even began to suspect it had all been a setup — a trap designed by the demons and humans to eliminate rival prodigies.

The demon cultivators broke into cold sweats and rushed to explain.

"We didn’t plan any of this! Our Little Dragon King is dead! How could we be working with the humans?!"

"We’ll report everything to the Demon Emperor! That damn firebird will pay the price for what she’s done!"

Meanwhile, the Vermilion Bird carried Yue Hongling through the skies, free once more.

As she flew, she heard Yue Hongling’s faint whisper:

"Tian... Tianling Pool... Tianling Pool..."

The Vermilion Bird glanced toward the direction of the Heavenly Spirit Pool — then spread her wings and flew that way.

The Heavenly Spirit Pool could help restore Yue Hongling.

It was a good place.