"Even at the brink of death, you’re still trying to provoke to fight for the last shred of survival."
Under Ying Xiu’s slightly open gaze, Baili An’s lips curled coldly, and he surprisingly loosened his grip around his neck, withdrawing his hand with great restraint.
The energy controlling the rampant soul within him suddenly vanished, causing Ying Xiu to stumble forward, attempting to grab Baili An’s sleeve.
With his head bowed, Baili An coldly watched, as his hands left two twisted bloody handprints on his clothes.
Ying Xiu’s body slowly slid down, seemingly unable to comprehend why Baili An could ignore Yin Baishuang’s life or death, without asking a single question, allowing him to perish.
With a gaze full of shock and fear, he fell to the ground.
In the end, the talisman paper, old and yellowed, scattered and withered like frost-covered leftover snow, blown away by the wind with a rustling sound.
Qiao Yu asked bewilderedly, "At the last mont, what play is Ying Xiu performing now?!"
Baili An tilted the green lamp in his hand, as the bluish ghostly fla spilled out like water, burning Ying Xiu’s corpse to nothingness.
The flas surged up, casting a dim light on his face, half lit and half dark.
In the depths of his eyes, there was an unprecedented decisiveness and killing intent, an endless void, as chilling and deadly as cold stars.
With his keen eyesight, Qiao Yu saw the back of Baili An’s hand gripping the green lamp’s long pole, veins protruding, his knuckles white.
Then, he heard Baili An’s low, icy voice say, "I’m going to Nine Burn Valley."
Central Netherworld’s Shu lands are filled with mountains and valleys, among which lies Nine Burn Valley, a forbidden area for gods and demons, deep within scorched earth with fissures stretching for thousands of miles, ten thousand fathoms deep, each direction marked by ancient realm’s stele.
Beneath Nine Burn Valley, no living being can enter, with the realm’s stele sealing and suppressing three thousand earth vein wildfires below Central Netherworld.
Earth vein wildfire, recognized as a great natural disaster by the Six Realms; just one can devour all lands, dry up, and scorch the Four Seas.
Below Central Netherworld, is sealed a total of three thousand, a catastrophic force sufficient to recreate heaven and earth!
Those who enter, face ten deaths without life.
Nine Burn Valley, the land of life and death, without precious treasures accompanying, is not a place for anyone except those seeking their own demise.
But within the valley, aside from the incinerating earth and mountains, it possesses a peculiar ability.
For souls tornted, without joy or rebirth, neither taken by the netherworld, nor remained in the mortal world, nor accepted by reincarnation.
If they survive the soul-burning tribulation of the wildfire, they can be cursed with eternal life, enduring their existence in the sea of flas forever.
Since ancient tis, countless abandoned souls have been exiled there, suffering for eternity.
Baili An understood Ying Xiu’s intentions and nature.
This ti, he ca to Central Netherworld Dynasty, seizing his position, with a death-defying attitude.
His heart harbors both hatred and persistence, stemming from Ying Ji and himself, and the one worth his dying devotion, is Yin Baishuang.
If he succeeds today, with Central Netherworld falling into his hands, he certainly wouldn’t let Yin Baishuang die.
But fearing defeat and death, with a mind to drag her along, he naturally wouldn’t choose a distant place.
If Yin Baishuang were in danger, in a place Ying Xiu only chose within his controllable range.
That place is Central Netherworld!
Ying Xiu was assured Baili An would beg him to reveal Yin Baishuang’s whereabouts, sparing his life.
But Baili An knew, at such a ti, his heart and mind would be controlled by Ying Xiu.
Once he truly spoke and asked for the location, Yin Baishuang would instead...fall into the deadliest place.
In that instant, Baili An did not know what power forced him to remain calm and analyze the situation!
Yin Baishuang, at this mont, most likely has a ninety percent chance of being in Nine Burn Valley!
Upon hearing the na Nine Burn Valley, Qiao Yu’s face changed drastically, trembling with excitent, "Your Highness has just returned to the Dynasty, you absolutely must not act impulsively!"
Baili An glanced back at the ministers behind him, coldly said, "I returned today, unknown to my mother, unlike Ying Xiu, I do not want my mother to be disturbed and distressed again, you who are ministers of Central Netherworld shall relieve your ruler’s worries.
Requesting sanction from the National Governance Hall, this, I hope will only happen this once! Do you understand my aning?"
"Officials, follow the Venerable Order!"
The Crown Prince returns in force, with countless hidden threats behind him, and the thods of deadly sches are erging endlessly, causing fear and trepidation.
The disciples of the Immortal Sect brought by Ying Xiu were fully utilized by Baili An, making a solid impact that shook the Central Netherworld’s ministers, leaving no room for dissent.
Naturally, they kept their mouths tighter than the dead and listened to the Crown Prince for decisions.
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Nine Flas Valley, desolate for thousands of miles, at a glance, is full of the intent to kill.
The boundary tablets, nine zhang tall, each stone is engraved with ancient scripts of flying dragons and dancing phoenixes, exuding a nacing aura, that naturally form hundreds of barriers, to suppress and seal the earth veins’ wildfire within.
Yet even so, before entering the realm bordered by the tablets, just standing outside, Baili An could still sense the terrifying heat that seed to bake the blood within one’s body dry through the skin!
Baili An hurriedly traveled to the Nine Flas Valley, his figure unceasingly in motion, just about to pass through the four boundary tablets, another figure swiftly rushed over, blocking Baili An’s path.
Jun He pressed his sword and knelt, saying in a deep voice: "The Young Master now possesses the body of a Heroic Spirit, a fleshly form forcibly created by the Taiyin Emperor with the power of Nine Netherworlds and Profound Darkness, lacking any foundation."
If you rashly enter Nine Flas Valley, you will surely be gravely injured by the earth veins’ wildfire within! I hope the Young Master will think twice!"
Baili An slightly lowered his head and glanced at him, saying: "Master Brother, over these three years, you have well-trained those demon cultivators saved from the Dark City.
Ying Xiu’s actions this ti, as Master Brother had foreseen, but why have I never heard any news of Yin Baishuang from you? If I hadn’t heard about it today, I wouldn’t know Ying Xiu would stir such thoughts about her!"
Jun He’s forehead was drenched in cold sweat, he quickly stated with seriousness: "Young Master, please discern! Jun He truly did not know Ying Xiu had such a backup plan!
The mishap to Yin Shaogong Zhu is indeed Jun He’s fault!
I only hope the Young Master will consider his own safety, Jun He is willing to venture into Nine Flas with all his might, to ensure Yin Shaogong Zhu’s safe return."
Baili An held a trace of coldness between his brows, looking at Jun He, he said solemnly: "Master Brother, I know Zangxin is your primary personality, even though you now have your own consciousness, you are single-minded in wanting to do well as Jun He.
But judgnt in actions will ultimately be influenced by personality to so extent."
Upon unexpectedly hearing these words, Jun He began to sweat profusely all over, his face turned pale.
Baili An stated: "Master Brother should know, anything false in the world is born with utmost difficulty, Ying Xiu is such, Jun He is also such.
But the biggest difference between Master Brother and Ying Xiu is, Ying Xiu is determined to beco Baili An, to replace him. But Master Brother... only wishes to truly be Jun He."
Jun He’s body slightly trembled, he raised his eyes solemnly and said: "Young Master points out that if Jun He wishes to live under this identity forever, he must not be tainted by even a trace of Zangxin’s characteristics and thods.
Regarding today’s actions, Jun He only thinks of your grand enterprise, but rushing to achieve it, all calculations and machinations resemble Zangxin, and Jun He is deeply ashad and guilty!"
Baili An said: "Once Master Brother is again devoured by Zangxin’s inherent nature, even I cannot create another Jun He. You... take care of yourself."
After being subjected to Baili An’s cold and unreserved words, Jun He’s previously ghastly complexion, instead gained so color.
Baili An did not further entangle with him, directly bypassed Jun He, disappearing into the array light of the boundary tablets.
This ti, Jun He, kneeling for a long ti without rising, did not speak to stop him.
"Is this a lifeti, through seasons and overgrowth, unwavering in passion, until death?"
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Nine Flas Valley, although bearing the na of a valley, is in fact a small world sealed amidst mountains and seas.
Entering the valley, gazing to the utmost, one could see a long and expansive horizon in the far distance.
The horizon was the color of fierce red flas, tightly enveloped on all sides by death and heat.
Everywhere was scorched earth and desolation, aside from the sound of lava rolling and flowing beneath giant rocks, everything seed dead, with barren wasteland all around.
In the cracks of rocky ground, crimson crystal clusters grew wildly like swords piercing through Houtu.
They thronged together densely like coral bushes, forming a terrifying scene resembling tributary tide seas.
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