Journey to the End of the Night
Chapter 93 - 93 93 The Departed Return

93: Chapter 93: The Departed Return 93: Chapter 93: The Departed Return The most exquisite Illusion Techniques deceive for too long, eventually fooling even oneself, to the point where he had forgotten that he had already reached his twilight years.

“No!

This isn’t me!

You’re deceiving me!

My loyal disciple would, of course, choose me!

It must be me!” Wen Yu completely fell into a state of collapse, alternately crying and laughing uproariously.

Watching Wen Yu like this, Baili An knew he had shattered all the delusions and obsessions in his heart.

He looked down at Wen Yu from a distance, his gaze so calm it was almost cruel, “Good or evil, all have consequences, it seems…

Groveling on the ground is indeed more suited for you.”

The crazy and collapsing gaze met Baili An’s utterly calm eyes, and suddenly his whole body shook violently.

As if through vast waters and mountains, through centuries, he saw a familiar shadow, and his pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinholes.

He seemed to see something that absolutely couldn’t exist in the world, and shouted uncontrollably, “It’s you!

It’s actually you!

You’re not Si Chen!

You are…”

Baili An’s eyes suddenly narrowed, about to hear the rest of his sentence when…

“Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!”

A desperate scream from Huang Kang upstream brutally interrupted.

That voice was forlorn and helpless, like the unwilling roar of a wild beast at the brink of death.

The roaring echoed through the mountains and forests, traveling far and quickly fading away.

Wen Yu abruptly froze, the last sliver of hope in his eyes completely shattered.

Lin Yuan stared blankly at Baili An as he exhaled, saw him rub his temples, and then he took out a three-meter-wide coffin board from the emerald waters.

On the surface of the board was painted a pattern of the Divine Beast, Vermilion Bird, in dark gold.

He held the coffin board tightly and said slowly, “It’s coming…”

Lin Yuan didn’t understand at all, “What?”

“The Demon Wave!”

With Huang Kang’s death, the Demon-suppressing Wind Bell in his hand no longer receiving enhancement from Spiritual Power, the nearby Demon Wave would soon spiral out of control.

“Roar roar roar!!!”

As if to prove Baili An’s words, the previously stalemate Demon Wave instantly lost control, smelling the blood and vitality and converging towards the three at the center.

Lying on the ground, unable to move, Wen Yu was instantly torn apart and devoured by the Demon Beasts.

Baili An used the coffin as a shield, since this coffin board could block the Yuanli Sword’s Heavenly Tribulation, it naturally had incredibly tough defensive capabilities.

As he was about to use his energy to retrieve the Autumnwater Sword to resist the Demon Wave, the left hand controlling the coffin board suddenly felt a rush of cool moisture.

Glancing curiously to the side, he saw Lin Yuan covering his lips with both hands, his blue eyes filled with tears, looking incredulously ahead.

“Roar!!!” A roaring sound that shook the heavens suddenly overshadowed the crazed noise of the Demon Wave.

Immediately followed by the sound of flesh being torn apart continuously.

Baili An’s gaze trembled as he followed Lin Yuan’s sorrowful and shocked vision, and felt something explode beneath his chest.

He was shocked to see among the Demon Beasts a figure slaughtering more frenziedly than the beasts themselves.

Enveloped in a thick ominous aura, like the most primal wild beast, he tore the surging Demon Beasts into pieces of flesh and blood.

His golden brocade robe had long been tainted crimson by the foul Demon Blood, and the head hanging around his neck almost shook off under the tearing of the Demon Beasts, supported only by a black stitched line around his neck.

Gray nails ripped through one Demon Beast after another; he seemed never to know fatigue, stubbornly and awkwardly protecting the front of Lin Yuan and Baili An.

Behind him remained untouched by any bloodstains, as though he were a Forbidden Land that the group of Demon Beasts could never cross.

Unable to speak, only able to emit roars like a Fierce Ghost.

Surrounded by stormy emotions, Baili An hoarsely recited the man’s name: “Lin…

Guiyuan.”

…

…

In an incredibly short period of time, Meng Zifei maximized all the potential power in his body, transferring all his Spiritual Power to his legs, shuttling through the forest, leaving continuous afterimages.

Finally, he stopped in a valley and looked intently at the person standing above the lake in the valley, leisurely playing chess alone.

That person used a water screen as the board, and stream stones as pieces.

He played chess leisurely, as if all the cruel deeds happening in the mountains had nothing to do with him.

He lightly lifted his finger, his demeanor indescribably suave and free-spirited.

A smooth stone from the lake bottom zipped out of the water surface, coming to the man’s fingers to gently rub, as if considering where the next move should be placed.

Meng Zifei’s muscles tensed; he grimly sized up the man before him.

He was draped in a deep purple robe, his figure tall and straight like bamboo.

It was a man’s silhouette, but his face was covered with a metal ghost mask, obscuring his true appearance.

But Meng Zifei was very certain that the chess game in front of that man was the key technique controlling the Puppets, Yang Zhao and Huang Kang.

If only it were destroyed…

those two would no longer be a threat!

“You can’t destroy it.”

A low, clear male voice came from beneath the ghost mask, the tone indescribably smooth and confident, yet somehow chillingly perceptive.

But his relaxed and strategic demeanor lasted only a moment.

On the water screen chessboard in front of him, two pieces suddenly exploded, a powerful force uncontrollably erupting at the moment of explosion.

With a bang, it scattered the entire water screen into trickling droplets, splashing back into the lake.

The purple-robed man still maintained his detached pose.

However, Meng Zifei clearly caught a momentary stiffness in his fingers as the water screen dispersed.

He had just confidently claimed no one could destroy his arranged chess game, yet right after his words, the chessboard embarrassingly collapsed directly.

Meng Zifei felt both apprehensive and amused, watching the man standing on the lake surface, wanting to ask if he felt embarrassed.

“Hmm?

I underestimated that boy; he actually managed to destroy my two puppets so thoroughly.”

The tone of the purple-robed man didn’t change at all, his magnetic voice even containing a faint, indistinct chuckle.

However, the stone in his fingertips subtly turned into a white ash powder.

He finely ground it between his fingers, and the clear eyes under the ghost mask turned towards Meng Zifei, his demeanor peaceful and without malice, he nodded slightly with a hint of realization, saying, “Ah…

it is Young Master Meng from Guangmeng City.”

Meng Zifei’s pupils sharply contracted; he had been cultivating for over two hundred years.

The acquaintance from the mortal world had long passed away, and he had already abandoned his family business, devoting himself to the path of cultivation.

Even though he had extensive connections over the years, very few truly knew he came from Guangmeng City!

He, a high-ranking member of the Demon Sect, how could he pay such close attention to such a minor figure?

“Who…

exactly are you?”

“As you see, a person from the Demon Sect.” A low chuckling voice came from under the mask: “Young Master Meng need not be so tense; I won’t kill you because you are quite interesting, which makes it too pitiful to kill you.”