The underworld, a crossing point for souls.
The sky was overcast and gloomy. A cold wind rose from the banks of the River of Oblivion, chilling the spirit and bones, like a vengeful ghost grinding its teeth and sucking blood in one's ear.
Xuanfeng tilted his head slightly, his sharp peach blossom eyes fixed on the approaching Lieque Pili.
She stepped into the torrential rain, her feet sinking into the black soil that was as rotten as festering skin and reeked of a foul stench.
Bang!
Suddenly, a thunderbolt pierced the sky, hastily beginning the grand tribulation.
At the ferry crossing, the wildly beautiful spider lilies, under the relentless bombardment of thunder, revealed their helpless fragility.
The weeping ghostly figures would occasionally dart up to Xuan Fengqian, causing her vision, already blurred by the rain, to falter slightly. The increasingly blurred ghostly figures piled up one after another, stretching all the way to the horizon, desperately shattering the millennia-old tranquility of the Soul Ferry.
Xuan Fengqian stood firm beneath the rolling thunder, his black hair dancing wildly. He condensed the power of the gods within him into a long sword that could pierce the sky, and faced the "Battle of the Heavens" with his flesh and blood.
The trembling ghosts huddled together in the corner, their eyes filled with fear as they looked at Xuan Fengqian, who remained unfazed despite being struck by lightning.
In their view, such unorthodox and rebellious people who want to fight against the heavens are mostly madmen.
Nine times out of ten, they're going to die a horrible death.
Xuan Fengqian, however, disagreed.
She couldn't understand who was defining the Heavenly Way, and who had set her fate as a high god.
In other words, regardless of the will of Heaven, anyone who wants to harm her in the slightest must be prepared to withstand her fierce attack.
After several rounds of fighting, Xuan Fengqian was struck by dazzling white lightning, his blood splattering everywhere. His slender body swayed in the wind like duckweed, looking as if he could be cleaved into ashes at any moment.
However, the gloomy sky above her didn't fare any better, as it was shattered by the exceptionally powerful divine force within her.
In no time, a dark hole, large enough to hold ten thousand people, appeared in the dark dome.
A faint breeze could be seen through the hole, revealing a particularly dilapidated area of land.
That must be the legendary void realm.
Seeing this, she did not hesitate any longer. A dazzling light burst forth from her water sleeves, and her body soared up like a flying dragon, trying to take the opportunity to climb out of the hole and into the void to avoid the increasingly violent lightning tribulation.
Her eyes were bloodshot as she stared intently at the ever-growing gaping hole in the sky, clenching her fists and clinging on desperately with her strong will to survive.
It'll be soon!
If she went another hundred feet, she could leap over the dark hole and smoothly enter the void realm.
Leng Ye, who had arrived at breakneck speed, saw that Xuan Fengqian's power of the gods was almost exhausted. Without hesitation, he flew up behind her and blocked the terrifying lightning bolt that contained primordial power and was aimed straight at her spine.
Fu Chen, lurking in the shadows, watched with great interest as Xuan Fengqian was about to cross the void above the dome. A strange, wicked smile suddenly appeared on his pale face.
It must be said that the power of the gods within Xuan Fengqian is indeed a terrifying existence.
Unfortunately, she wasn't very lucky and met him...
Seeing that Xuan Fengqian was about to escape, Fu Chen transformed his palm into a sword and stabbed it fiercely towards his own heart.
With each stroke of the sword, a ferocious black resentment, comparable to the power of the gods, surged forth from the hole in his heart like a raging flood.
"A-Qian, danger!"
Leng Ye realized that the overwhelming resentment had sealed the gap in the sky that could hold ten thousand people in an instant. His eyes trembled violently, and with all his strength, he finally pulled Xuan Fengqian back into his arms.
"The gap has been covered by resentment. If you fly to the gap now, you will not only be attacked by the resentment, but also forced into a dead end by the Eight Desolate Heavenly Thunder. It is likely that you will be in grave danger."
What brings you here?
Xuan Feng lowered her eyes to look at his bare feet, and the image of his anxious appearance when he was on his way suddenly flashed into her mind.
Leng Ye's throat moved slightly, as if he was about to answer, but due to the overwhelming resentment and the double attack of the Eight Desolate Heavenly Thunder, it turned into a stream of light in the blink of an eye and scattered in all directions.
"No..."
Xuan Feng watched as the hand that had been across her waist dissipated like dust, staring blankly at the shimmering gold light surrounding her, unable to recover for a long time.
Before this, she had never imagined that Leng Ye would leave her in such a tragic way and so hastily.
He didn't even have time to put on his shoes.
I didn't even have time to say a single word to her!
"A cold night..."
She screamed in anguish, stumbling and chasing after the fading lights, trying to catch them in her arms. But after struggling for a while, the lights in her arms eventually went out one by one.
Looking down at Xuan Fengqian, who was kneeling in the mud like a walking corpse, devoid of any spirit, Fu Chen wore a triumphant laugh, "Princess, congratulations! From this day forward, you will be the first female immortal in the Six Realms to ascend to godhood."
"Why?"
It took Xuanfeng Qian a long time before his unfocused eyes finally refocused on Fuchen, who exuded an evil aura.
Fu Chen stared intently at her, as if eyeing prey. "A wise man submits to circumstances. With Leng Ye dead and the Nine Netherworlds fallen, the Six Realms are bound to descend into chaos. How about joining forces with me to look down upon these wretched souls?"
Xuan Fengqian turned her head away in disgust.
She originally intended to devote all her life to a final battle against Fu Chen, but although she had ascended to become a high god, the fortune of the six realms was destroyed due to Leng Ye's sudden death.
Even if she were to sacrifice herself for the world, she still wouldn't be able to reverse the decline. The fortunes of the Six Realms were destroyed, the Chaos Bell was inexplicably extinguished, the four seas trembled, and evil spirits surged throughout the Eight Desolations.
Even more terrifying is that the black resentment emanating from Fuchen's body alone is enough to blot out the sky.
Xuan Fengqian slowly stood up, staring coldly at Fu Chen, whose entire body was covered in evil energy, amidst layers of black mist. His voice was as cold as frost. "You think you can look down on all living beings?"
"What, you still haven't grasped the situation?"
Fu Chen sneered, and unintentionally, a black tail suddenly appeared from under his flawless white robe.
Xuan Fengqian stared blankly at the black tail that was slightly fluttering under his white robe. Suddenly, she remembered seeing a similar scene in the Demon Locking Tower of the Immortal Realm.
In fact, it is indeed difficult to tell what his true form is just by looking at his black tail.
However, once Xuan Fengqian thought of the black dragon that Zhi Mo had given birth to, he was now certain that Fu Chen's true form must be a demonic dragon.
Since he is a demonic dragon, if you want to completely defeat him, you must first find his Achilles' heel.
Reverse scale...
Oh, right, the Achilles' heel!
Xuan Fengqian's eyes suddenly lit up as she recalled that not long ago, Leng Ye had cleverly revealed the location of his Achilles' heel to Fu Chen.
It's likely that Leng Ye had already hidden his Reverse Scale in a more concealed place. If his Reverse Scale hadn't been destroyed, even if his physical body was annihilated, there was still a possibility of reshaping it!
As if guessing Xuan Fengqian's thoughts, Fu Chen chuckled, "Stop dreaming. Leng Ye's soul has been scattered. Even if you sacrifice yourself this time, it will be in vain."
"I only believe that good will never prevail over evil."
Xuan Fengqian's rationality returned abruptly. Her sharp eyes glanced indifferently at the arrogant and wicked Fu Chen. Apart from the bone-deep hatred in her eyes, there was also a trace of barely perceptible calculation.
Just then, the Five Heavenly Emperors, who had rushed over upon hearing the news, saw that Xuan Fengqian was being invaded by the black resentment emanating from Fu Chen's body. They immediately set up the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams Formation to restrain the increasingly arrogant and rampant Fu Chen.
Meanwhile, Di Jun, riding the Guhuo Ghost Chariot and heading non-stop towards Xuanfeng Qianben, also summoned the Eastern Emperor Bell, which perfectly covered Fuchen, who was trapped in the center of the Five Elements Eight Trigrams Formation, under the bell.
"Good sister, come with me quickly."
Di Jun gripped Xuan Fengqian's icy hand tightly, his face cold and solemn as he said, "The fortunes of the Six Realms are destroyed, and the resentment is surging at a visible rate. Even if the Eastern Emperor Bell temporarily traps the fallen demon, it cannot hold out for long. When the resentment completely covers the Underworld, that will be the time for him to break free from the bell."
The White Emperor also solemnly said, "My child, hurry! The power of the Fallen Demon is far beyond our imagination. Even if we join forces, we can only temporarily suppress his arrogance. It seems that in a few months, not only the Underworld and the Nine Netherworlds, but also the Immortal and Mortal Realms will be under his control."
The dust, bound beneath the Eastern Emperor Bell, suddenly sneered, its voice filled with wicked malice. "How long will you all continue your stubborn resistance? Oh, by the way, Princess, there's something I forgot to tell you. I might as well tell you: Leng Ye, whom you cherish so much, will never return. A few days ago, he ordered Jingzhe to hide the Reverse Scale deep within the Nine Netherworld. However, what he didn't expect was that after learning that Leng Ye had personally killed Yan Xi ten thousand years ago, Jingzhe had already made up her mind to pledge allegiance to me."
"You're lying. Leng Ye and Jing Zhe are like brothers. How could he be so heartless as to kill his fiancée?"
Xuan Fengqian frowned, as she had no way of knowing whether Jingzhe had betrayed her.
If Jingzhe truly betrayed Leng Ye, then Leng Ye's Achilles' heel would undoubtedly be broken. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but shudder, fear instantly seeping from her tailbone to every part of her body...
"Jingzhe, now that you have become my most capable subordinate, shouldn't you make a clean break with the past and completely sever ties with those irrelevant people?"
Fuchen sat cross-legged inside the Eastern Emperor Bell, calmly calling upon the Awakening of Insects hidden in the shadows.
As soon as he finished speaking, Jingzhe, dressed in military uniform and gleaming with cold light, led a group of demon generals to kneel respectfully before the Eastern Emperor Bell, saying, "May the Demon Lord live ten thousand years!"
Xuan Feng glanced at Yan Xi, who was nestled in Jing Zhe's arms and smiling sweetly, then turned to Jing Zhe with a pained expression and questioned him, "For a woman of unknown origin, how could you be so heartless as to kill Leng Ye? Jing Zhe, doesn't your conscience hurt?"
“Princess, please understand. It was clearly the Demon Lord who wronged me first, cruelly murdering Xi’er. Everything I did was to seek justice for her.”
"You really believe what that vixen in your arms says?"
Jingzhe instinctively hugged Yan Xi, who looked timid, and said firmly, "Yes."
"Jingzhe, you are truly disappointing."
Xuan Fengqian never expected that everything Leng Ye had meticulously planned would be disrupted by Jingzhe, whom he trusted most.
Realizing that Leng Ye's Achilles' heel had most likely been destroyed by Jingzhe, Xuan Fengqian could no longer control her grief, and tears that had been welling up in her eyes for a long time fell silently.
"Princess, why torment yourself? Follow me, and I will never mistreat you."
Fu Chen sensed Xuan Fengqian's current sorrow and despair, which excited him even more. With a little effort, he managed to carve a hole in the Eastern Emperor Bell.
He brought his eyes close to the hole, watching Xuan Fengqian, who was weeping, with a leisurely air, his smile becoming even more wicked and arrogant.
Although his mind had long been devoured by the ancient evil energy left in the ghost's eyes, the tremors of these thousands of years could not be forgotten overnight.
If Xuan Fengqian were willing to turn back, he might spare her life.
Upon seeing that the Eastern Emperor Bell had been pierced by the dust, Emperor Jun exclaimed in horror, "Good sister, come with me quickly!"
"You can leave, I don't want to leave."
Xuan Fengqian simply couldn't accept that Leng Ye had died so hastily.
At this moment, she only wanted to stay here forever, guarding their past, as if nothing had ever happened, and hoping with all her heart for the happy and sweet future they should have had.
“My dear sister, even for the sake of the child you carried for ten months, you must not give up on yourself.”
Where is he?
Xuan Fengqian suddenly woke up. She nervously gripped Di Jun's arm and asked anxiously.
"He's fine."
Seeing Xuan Fengqian's heartbroken appearance, Di Jun felt truly sorry for her.
He originally wanted to tell her that all of this was part of his and Leng Ye's plan.
The two may seem like sworn enemies, but in reality, the demon and monster realms have never been competitors. With a formidable foe at hand, even though they've never discussed cooperation, a few glances are enough for them to understand each other's thoughts and intentions.
Last time, he went to the Nine Netherworlds alone. Besides visiting Xuan Fengqian, his main purpose was to discuss today's matters with Leng Ye.
The reason why Xuan Fengqian was not informed in advance was mainly because this plan was extremely dangerous. If Leng Yezhen was not careful, he would be struck by the Eight Desolate Heavenly Thunder and his soul would be scattered.
Furthermore, none of them had anticipated that Xuan Fengqian had altered the date of the Divine Tribulation months earlier. This meant that even if they wanted to tell her the whole plan, they couldn't spare the time.
“My dear sister, this is not a place to stay for long. Come with me to the Demon Realm for a while. Although the Fallen Demon is strong, he can only protect the Nine Netherworld. If he wants to unify the Six Realms, it will probably take some time.”
"good."
Xuanfeng responded in a low voice, and was about to leave with Dijun, but turned back halfway before leaving.
She seized the opportunity and, taking advantage of Fuchen's momentary lapse in attention, swiftly approached the Eastern Emperor Bell and gouged out Fuchen's left eye with her bare hands.
"The hatred for killing your husband is irreconcilable. Remember, one day I will make you pay an even more terrible price for what you have done today." Xuan Fengqian said coldly, squeezing out his left eye with one hand before leaving in a huff.
"You bitch, you're asking for it!"
Fu Chen never expected Xuan Fengqian to be so aggressive. Due to his lack of vigilance, he had one of his eyes gouged out, leaving him filled with resentment.
Jingzhe gazed intently at Xuanfengqian's departing figure, and seeing that she was finally willing to leave, she breathed a sigh of relief without making a sound.
Yan Xi, who was in his arms, changed her expression drastically when she saw Fu Chen being attacked. She hurriedly went to the Eastern Emperor Bell and asked with concern, "Demon Lord, are you alright?"
"roll."
All along, Fu Chen had been using his looks to lure the little demon in front of him into the web of love he had woven.
Just as Leng Ye said, Yan Xi had already passed away ten thousand years ago.
The woman who looks almost exactly like Yan Xi is nothing more than a lackey he has carefully cultivated.
Now that her usefulness has been almost exhausted, the dust can no longer treat her as gently as it has in the past thousands of years.
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