444: Chapter 430: The Right of Heaven 444: Chapter 430: The Right of Heaven This ti, the distance of ten steps was closed due to a pair of eyes that were to be reclaid.
He ca before Arao, “Lift your head.”
Arao felt a surge of powerlessness, unable to even feel sorrow anymore, as if sothing underneath her breastbone had been thoroughly gouged out, empty and never to be recovered.
She lifted her head.
She saw the sword willows twining around his fingers fly out, bringing a blood-curdling, agonizing pain.
The boy who had once brought her light ultimately pushed her back into the darkness with indifference.
For a thousand years, it was as if she had been living in a naive dream.
She had no idea what expression her master wore when he handed back her bloody eyeballs to that Penglai Immortal.
Was there hesitation?
Was there heartache?
After all, the eyeballs belonged to soone else, but the blood on them…
was still hers.
She was forcibly taken into the Demon Suppressing Tower.
Those vines that sprouted from her body and connected to the earth were like her limbs.
When they were forcibly torn off one by one, she passed out from the pain.
Yihe Shu Ci was sealed for eternity.
The last Monarch of the Demon Realm was imprisoned in the Demon Suppressing Tower, not to say that the people of the current age thought they would welco the longest peace the Six Realms had ever seen.
Even Fang Geyu, who was the most detached observer of history’s flow, felt that in Monarch Arao’s last bow, there was no hatred in her heart.
Even with her eyes gouged out, she rely lay down in a listless surrender, utterly devoid of the will to resist and struggle.
The Demon Realm was without its Monarch, and the Six Realms fell into a long silence.
It should have been a fulfillnt of everyone’s wishes.
Yet, the peace was not as long as people imagined.
In the battle of the Demon Realm, he was promoted from a Golden Immortal to a Venerable Immortal, and beca the first in history to share a rank with the ancient gods born from the cosmos in a human form.
When he was endowed with the Star Crown, thousands of dinsions were set ablaze by the stars, a rare phenonon of the sun and moon shining together—the aspect of an Emperor Star.
From the beginning of Heaven and Earth, from the onset of Chaos, above the azure sea, before the creation of all things, Immortal Venerable Zhu Zhan erged as another Emperor.
Now, with the stars celebrating together, it was a sign that a second divine Emperor would erge to rule the Six Realms.
That day, clad in black and crimson imperial garb, standing among the stars, he beca a true celestial deity capable of plucking stars from the sky.
From the East, a Mystic Bird brought a green ancient jade inscribed with the words “Heaven Mandate,” signifying an Emperor’s na.
When Immortal Venerable Zhu Zhan granted the jade, it was a Northern auspicious beast—a peacock—that brought the Black Jade, thus leading to his becoming the Northern Black Emperor.
When the Emperor’s na on the jade was ignited, it was the mont the Six Realms welcod a new ruler.
Zhu Zhan’s na blazed in glory.
But as the full moon wanes, this principle is unavoidable even for gods.
When Zhu Zhan’s na burned brightly, it was ti for the sun to set behind West Mountain, the Golden Crow to descend to the mountain.
And the creation of a new jade na signified the succession of a new Emperor over the old.
This also heralded a looming disaster.
If there wasn’t a great calamity, how could the ruler of the Six Realms, the supre on the Immortal Path, fall?
And this disaster originated from the Demon Suppressing Tower.
Overnight, the Demon Suppressing Tower collapsed amidst a thousand layers, chaos demons arose, and the night overturned the mortals.
The Demon Lord, leading a hundred thousand All Demons with overwhelming malevolent qi, ascended to the heavenly palace of the West, overturning the furnace of Heaven and Earth.
The searing Karma Fire burned the Six Realms to only the Three Worlds, and she forged nine Golden Crow demons from within the furnace.
Following the path of nine crows, she slaughtered her way back to the Demon Realm and ascended to her throne anew.
When he saw the witch Arao again, she had already beco the true King upon the dark throne.
The upheaval between Heaven and Earth was nothing but a mont of becoming a demon.
Separated by the endless Netherworld River, he still stood as the sole hope of the righteous, his status surpassing that of the past.
Arao was on the other side, with the endless Demon Realm behind her, oppressive air bearing down on the city, the Golden Crows hovering like nine great suns.
Perched high upon her chilling bone throne, she cast a cold, scornful look below, with a flick of her hand, the dawn of all worlds faded, turning into an eternal night.
Those once hollow eyes were refilled, still the world’s most Luminous Pupils.
But the eyes were no longer clear like crystal; they now harbored an abyss of dead silence and desolation.
The six rivers that had been once destroyed or sealed by the strength of countless immortals were once again gathered at her feet.
With Shu Ci leading them, the Great Demons, once mighty and malevolent, were now kneeling below her like inconsequential dust.
In her hands, she absentmindedly toyed with a small white sword, emanating an eerie and divine aura of slaughter.
But she didn’t care, lightly stroking the sharp blade with her fingertips, leaving a dangerous crimson streak on its cold edge.
“Master, it’s been years since we last saw each other; I wonder how your honor’s health has been?” she asked softly with a smile, lifting her finger to her lips in a gesture seemingly sharp and bloodthirsty, yet inexplicably flirtatious.
The remnant red on her lips was seductive and alluring, as if she were a beautifully dangerous demon ready to devour.
He looked at her from a distance with an even tone, betraying no emotion, “You have slaughtered Penglai Mountain.”
Arao curved her lips into a smile, yet there was no trace of it in her eyes.
Her tone was sowhat leisurely and innocent, “I did indeed heed my master’s teachings not to engage in needless killings.
But, you see, Penglai Mountain is filled with obstinate old fools.
I simply wanted to reclaim my eyes, and they drew their swords in aggression.
I only acted in self-defense.
Who would have known that after a thousand years, their cultivation hadn’t improved at all; they ended up inadvertently becoming souls beneath my blade, and that’s no one’s fault but their own.”
He remained silent for a long while, refraining from admonishing her for her killings, and he didn’t argue with her for the Luminous Pupils that rightfully belonged to Penglai.
He rely asked indifferently, “Have you killed enough?”
Arao’s eyes widened in surprise; she had thought that in the face of such unforgivable slaughter, he would be the first to stand up and sternly chastise her.
Instead, he remained as calm as ever.
How could that be?
Arao didn’t respond directly, her face wearing a docile smile, she spoke calmly, “The great battle is not yet upon us.
Why has my master co alone to my Demon Realm at this ti?”
A seemingly ordinary question caused his calm eyes to suddenly narrow, his gaze growing colder, “You’re pretending to be oblivious.”
She lifted her head, feigning realization with an ‘ah,’ and finally, a cold smirk unwound slowly in her desolate dark eyes, bringing an invisible eeriness with it.
“Disciple rembers now, yesterday’s visit to Penglai just happened to coincide with the esteed lady’s presence as an honored guest.
After all, the Shu Ci sword scripture and Wen Hanwei originate from Penglai, and she has always had a bond with the esteed lady over sword discussions.
Surely by now, Wen Hanwei would have sent a letter, notifying the esteed lady that I ca for my eyes.
Hmm…
I truly dislike Wen Hanwei, so I let her and Penglai return to nothingness together.
As for the esteed lady, she, being my master’s beloved, would surely anger you greatly if I had inadvertently killed her, and you would probably gouge out my eyes in your rage.”
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