Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 190 - 190 190 The Dark Transformation of Gu Xiaoxiao

190: Chapter 190: The Dark Transformation of Gu Xiaoxiao 190: Chapter 190: The Dark Transformation of Gu Xiaoxiao Yun Mengyao!

Once a teacher at the Sky Blue Institute in Jiangnan City, she possessed the beauty of a fairy and the gentle temperament of an Eastern lady; whether in ancient times or in the modern era, she would be considered a peerless beauty.

Yet this refined lady, once so delicate and gentle, no longer bore that same sense of fragility.

Dressed in a white martial outfit, she wielded a three-foot-long green sword, her hair coiled up in a bun, her skin carved like ivory.

However, her stunning beauty was marred by a scar on her face, evoking a profound sense of regret at first glance.

The scar on Yun Mengyao’s face was extremely conspicuous, ruining her exquisite features, yet she seemed indifferent to it, silently watching Ye Xuan as if he were an old friend she had not seen in years, without any hint of awkwardness.

“What happened to your face, the scar?” Ye Xuan asked.

“You might not believe it if I tell you, but I scarred my own face,” she said.

“Due to the rampage of the Blood Soul Strange Beasts, my whole family died at the clutches of those creatures.

Although I managed to escape, some people harbored malice toward me, so I destroyed this face with my own hands.”

Yun Mengyao’s voice was calm, so calm that it lacked any undertones of waves, yet it prompted Ye Xuan to take a deep look at her before slowly nodding, his mind seemingly adrift in thoughts.

Since ancient times, one’s appearance has been paramount for a woman, especially for one like Yun Mengyao who was devastatingly beautiful.

Ye Xuan did not know what she had gone through over the years—whatever it was must have driven Yun Mengyao to personally ruin her own visage, surely a deeply tragic tale.

“I have been to the Capital City and visited Aunt Ye and Ling’er.

They appeared somewhat haggard because they miss you.”

“Ye Xuan, I cannot comprehend—if it were me, I would never abandon them.

Have you truly become so heartless and ruthless?” Yun Mengyao’s voice was cold.

“Are you lecturing me?”

“Or are you condemning my lack of compassion and righteousness?”

Ye Xuan slowly stood up, gazing at the Heavenly Vault through the window.

In a profound voice, he said, “You should have seen the changes in this world.

If I, Ye Xuan, were just an ordinary person, I would stay by their side forever.

But I am not.

My existence makes countless people fixate on me, eager to tear me apart and drink my blood.

If they were by my side, they would never have a moment of peace.”

Yun Mengyao slowly shook her head, her voice still cold: “I don’t understand.

With your current reputation as Ye, the Divine King, and having ushered in a new epoch, looking at the power dynamics globally, not even these so-called immortals could likely threaten you.

What are you afraid of?”

“Afraid?”

Ye Xuan murmured to himself, then gazed in the direction of Duanchang Mountain, and said, “The world you see is just the tip of the iceberg.

There are many things in this world that you do not know exist.”

“Ye Xuan has never been afraid; I simply have no way out.

If I take one step back, it would lead to an abyss that would leave me with no place to be buried.”

Ye Xuan turned to look at Yun Mengyao, his eyes deep, and said, “When I was young, I saw a movie that narrated a monkey’s love story.

Surely, you have seen it too.”

Yun Mengyao’s breath hitched, seemingly grasping something.

Her lips tightly pressed together, she whispered, “Supreme Treasure has to defeat the Bull Demon King to save Zixia, and to defeat the Bull Demon King, he must become Sun Wukong.

To become Sun Wukong, he must cut off all desires and emotions, and in doing so, he cannot be with Zixia?”

A trace of self-mockery crossed Ye Xuan’s eyes, and in a whisper, he said, “My enemies are too powerful.

If I gave up seeking immortality and spent all my time with my family, the ultimate outcome would be exceedingly tragic.”

“True protection is not about constant companionship but about sheltering those you wish to protect from the storms.”

After saying this, Ye Xuan walked towards the outside, his aura gradually becoming cold and gloomy.

He transformed back into a man of ruthlessness and decisiveness and slowly disappeared from Yun Mengyao’s sight.

Watching the cold, solitary figure of Ye Xuan, Yun Mengyao spoke out bitterly, “It turns out there was never an era of peace; it was just you, bearing the weight alone!”

…

Qingyun Small House.

Ye Xuan stood alone under the moonlight, his return to his old home today stirred his heart, yet that turbulence soon settled, and a cold gleam rose from the depths of his eyes.

“Primordial Spirit, aren’t you going to make a move?” Ye Xuan looked up at the Heavenly Vault, murmuring to himself.

…

Sunset City in the West!

A blood fog drifted across the city, with numerous buildings shattered and collapsed.

Countless Westerners cried out in terror, desperately fleeing towards the city outskirts, for the god they worshiped was bathed in blood, brutally trampled under the feet of a powerful, dark woman.

In a black dress, with fair skin and raven hair cascading down her back, Gu Xiaoxiao was smiling, yet her smile had lost its former kindness, emanating a cold and dark aura instead.

A blood-soaked man, his body shrouded in a dim blood light and an Immortal Spirit-like rhythm permeating around him, howled in anger beneath Gu Xiaoxiao’s feet, but was powerless to resist.

“Remnants of an Immortal God?”

Gu Xiaoxiao’s voice was cold and merciless as dazzling Demon Light burst forth around her, and she spoke unforgivingly, “You really are useless, escaping from the Blood Sea Battlefield for so long, yet your Cultivation has only just recovered to the Nascent Soul Stage.

Then, give all your Cultivation to me.”

Buzz!

With delicate, soft hands that seemed boneless, Gu Xiaoxiao unleashed unimaginable might, and with a slap of her palm, the man under her feet instantly exploded into a massive cloud of blood essence, swiftly devoured by Gu Xiaoxiao.

“Swallowing Heaven Devouring Earth Technique.”

Gu Xiaoxiao rebuked coldly as she sat cross-legged in the void, refining the colossal blood essence within her body, her Cultivation growing wildly.

Had Ye Xuan been there, he would have recognized that the spell Gu Xiaoxiao was using was a secret technique from the Undying Immortal Scripture.

Half a day passed, and Gu Xiaoxiao slowly opened her eyes.

A dazzling blood light streaked across them, and the dense Demon Light surrounding her grew even thicker.

She gazed towards the East, her voice cold and heartless, “Ye Xuan, it won’t be long before the time comes for us to meet.”

…

The Great Divine Land was in complete turmoil.

Ever since Yuanxu joined the Netherworld, it could be said to have an irresistible force, with countless transcendent powers annihilated.

Taoist Dragon and Tiger Mountain, Bodhi Zen Temple, Ancient Martial Arts clans—so many powers were wiped out under the purge of the Netherworld.

Their treasured Cultivation Books were collected and printed into volumes, which were then distributed by members of the Netherworld throughout Xia Country.

Either erupt in silence or perish in silence.

The actions of the Netherworld finally united these ancient powers together, for they knew that fighting alone would only lead to their eradication by the Netherworld, one by one.

Only by uniting all their strengths could they stand a fighting chance, even against the Netherworld backed by Divine King Ye Xuan.

It wasn’t that these ancient powers wanted to fight to the bitter end with the Netherworld, but the actions of the Netherworld had crossed their red lines, leaving no room for reconciliation.