Journey to the End of the Night
Chapter 169 - 169 167 Bone Demon Butterfly

169: Chapter 167: Bone Demon Butterfly 169: Chapter 167: Bone Demon Butterfly The atmosphere in the air suddenly became heavy.

Ye Lian stayed quiet for a moment, then continued, “Although it’s not happy news, it should be this way.

If not for the power of Six Rivers, who in the world today could have injured you, Jiachen, to this extent?”

Jiachen’s expression darkened slightly, “Although there was some carelessness this time, I must admit that the new generation of Six Rivers power awakening in secret now is far superior to that of a thousand years ago.”

Ye Lian said, “To maintain and enhance the power of the Six Rivers to the extent of seriously injuring Taixuan Nine Classics, there is only one possibility.”

“The Demon World has established a new King.” Su Jing slowly opened her eyes, her long gaze reflecting the frost and snow, calmly uttering the terrifying statement that could shake the Six Realms.

Jiachen also showed a headache.

The power of the Six Rivers, blessed by the destiny of the Demon King, and the Six Rivers of the Demon World without anyone to oversee them are completely different concepts.

Three thousand years ago, the Demon King Qin Luo was sealed under one of the Immortal Venerable Zhu Zhan’s Thirteen Swords, never to be reborn.

In a bid for freedom, he forcibly split off a part of himself, transforming into Zhao He, the Sect Master of the Langya Demon Sect.

Zhao He once wielded the power of the Six Rivers, briefly dominating the Four Seas and Eight Desolates.

Even the minions of the Demon Clan had excavated the ancient veins of the Mountains of the Immortal Sect to uncover the location where the Demon King was sealed.

In the millennium dominated by the Demon Sect in the Mortal World, an extraordinary young talented genius emerged from the remnants of the righteous Sword Sect.

During the years shrouded in the black magic, this young genius comprehended a remarkable innate Sword Soul, awakening a massive ancient foundation of the Sword Sect.

The foundation hid thirteen swords.

Thus, the Thirteen Swords of Tianxi were born.

In the endless, dark world, a spark ignited, setting off a wildfire.

Then, a bitter cold arose from the south, a thousand miles of desolation, hidden temples in every direction.

A great fire arose from the west, the Red Lotus Karma Fire shining upon the Nine Classics.

This marks the founding and origin of the current Three Sects.

The head of the Three Sects was later conferred the title of Star Crown Immortal by Immortal Venerable Zhu Zhan with a word spirit, ranking among the Golden Immortals.

This enabled them to reclaim the Mortal World’s Houtu, repel the Demon Sect, and kill Zhao He.

Merely a part of the Demon Sect Sect Master, transformed from one of the split corpses, nearly exhausted the entire Mortal World’s Immortal Sect’s efforts.

If the Demon World truly has a new King, this booming righteous path might face an unprecedented shadow and trial.

“Cough, cough.”

Jiachen coughed lightly, “There’s a high possibility of that.

Two months ago, my second senior brother returned from the Demon Cave with news that Qi Ren, who was thought to have been killed by the young master of the Xijian Sect, had actually faked their death.

Now he moves through the world in a Demon Body, even assisting the Primordial Demon Saint Di Jiang in the Demon Cave, safely taking away a sealed egg from 100,000 feet within.”

“Egg?” A thought struck Ye Lian; an egg capable of being sealed within 100,000 feet of the Demon Cave must be no ordinary egg.

According to the ancient legend, could this egg be the heir to the new Demon King?

Ye Lian moved his lips, about to continue, when Jiachen suddenly trembled slightly behind him.

Suddenly, from Su Jing’s side, the already frosty and indifferent aura turned even colder and more chilling, even carrying a hint of a numbing intent to kill.

Turning his stiff gaze, Su Jing’s eyes and brows already wore a forbidding frost, colder than ever, freezing the surrounding air.

“Qi Ren.” She coldly uttered the name without a trace of warmth.

The ice-cold woman slowly curled her lips into a cold smile devoid of any warmth, “He is not yet dead.

Let him regret crawling back from Hell then.”

Ye Lian and Jiachen both shivered in unison, not daring to utter a sound.

The snow piled deep and cold, the silent heavenly light fell.

Jiachen silently glanced at her, sighed helplessly, swallowing the thick, bloody taste in his throat, and added:

“The current situation is not the worst.

After all, the Six Rivers were completely severed back then, and it took a century of effort just to find one heir.

Now, the real headache is the Langya Demon Sect in the north, which seemingly intends to make connections with the ancient Corpse Demon Clan.”

Hearing this, Su Jing’s face turned colder, her desolate thin lips slowly muttered two words, “Dream on.”

Jiachen looked troubled, feeling that today’s Young Master was very strange.

Although she was usually too cold to indulge in romantic affairs, more often she was indifferent to everything.

Never before had she shown her emotions so obviously.

Looking at her in the snow with her white attire stained with blood, he realized, after so many years of seeing her in plain white robes, never compromising on color.

She was beautiful indeed, but lived too precisely, like a perfect ice porcelain doll, elaborately crafted, but wrapped around a hollow, pale soul.

Now, adorned with fresh blood, the vividness surprisingly brought out a bit of life.

Jiachen stayed stunned for a moment before a slight smile formed.

Regardless, the emergence of emotions, for the Young Master, was not necessarily a bad thing.

As his gaze had not yet shifted, Su Jing’s cold eyes swept over, her brows ink-black and slightly furrowed, her sword-wielding palm suddenly raised.

Under Ye Lian’s astonished eyes, it reached coolly towards Jiachen.

Jiachen involuntarily straightened up, instinctively wanting to evade this cold jade-like hand.

Su Jing’s palm did not actually touch his cheek, stopping three inches away, her fingers lightly tapping the air.

A sudden abnormal stinging struck Jiachen’s cheek, as if cut by an extremely thin, sharp piece of paper, a purple shadow flickering before his eyes.

Between his cheeks, unexpectedly, without any sound, clung a Purple Winged Moth.

Ye Lian and Jiachen had not noticed, but Su Jing discerned a hint of anomaly and with a flick of her finger revealed the moth’s true form.

That delicate and even somewhat aesthetic moth instantly became hideous when exposed to their gaze.

Its wings unfurled, flinging dream-like scales like a sharp, straight line, cutting a fine red line on her approaching fingertip at high speed.

It vanished into thin air, uncatchable.

Su Jing’s eyes narrowed deeply, and her initially extended palm suddenly retracted, expressionlessly scratching her cheek lightly.

The Purple Winged Moth was now caught in her palm.

She slightly exerted force in her hand, and streaks of purple sandy light spots seeped through her fingers.

Jiachen felt the stinging wound on his cheek and his expression darkened.

Ye Lian’s expression remained unchanged, but his soft and beautiful eyes now also bore a hint of coldness.

Su Jing looked down at the fresh blood seeping out from the cracks between her knuckles, calmly stating, “A Demon Butterfly from the Ancient Prison Land of the Demon World.”

Jiachen coughed lightly, “Thank you, Young Master.”

He thought that this trip to the Daze, falling into a trap of one of the Six Rivers of the Demon Sect and being heavily injured due to his own carelessness, was a mere accident.

But little did he know, the real danger was right here.