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CBGC - ch171.2
🕑 Added 2024-09-23 03:06:46 +0000 UTCPart 2/2
The silk ribbons are broken, Jiu Yue's face turns even paler. She desperately beats the drum, her steps get faster, almost forming a red lotus on the ground. Meanwhile, the Yayu no longer stays in place but steps towards Jiu Yue, one step at a time. At this moment, her nine long tails rise up behind her, slashing towards the Yayu like sharp swords.
She is a priestess. This God Prayer Dance, burning her thousand-year cultivation and ten-thousand-year lifespan, can boost her strength to the Demi-god Realm in a short time, giving her some fighting power against the Beast Saint. However, she needs time to complete this dance!
The Yayu roars once, spits out a ball of flame. The fire tongue instantly wraps around one of Jiu Yue's tails, burning it to ashes in an instant. One tail instantly ruined!
Jiu Yue's blood spills from her lips, her steps stagger slightly.
At this time, an older female beast says, "God Prayer Dance, the monster cannot be allowed to approach. This dance must be completed for there to be a chance at survival."
All at once, the female demons rush forward, blocking the path to Jiu Yue.
"If not to keep you useful, I could burn you all down with a single fire breath." The Yayu wants to keep these female demon beasts to detoxify. It's impossible to kill them all at once. He estimates that this time, with the priestess Jiu Yue, detoxifying will only require two thousand female demons. Thus, he stretches out his claw forward, slashing, harvesting over a hundred beasts' lives, and picks up several corpses in his mouth, a ghastly image.
He bites the corpses and moves forward, stepping heavily. This step shakes the earth and rocks, the thunderous sound completely overpowering Jiu Yue's drumbeats. Without the drumbeat's war song, amidst such brutal deaths, some female demons' spirits are disturbed. It's not that they're being overcome by cowardice again; instead, they are genuinely confused and crazy.
That thin wall of flesh and blood can't withstand a singly blow; and with the wailing and shouting, it becomes chaotic. The dead's fresh blood stains the entire ice layer red.
…
Jiu Yue desperately beats the drum, but the sound is very faint. Her black hair is disheveled, her palms are full of fresh blood, blood drips from her eyes, nostrils, and mouth corners, looking extremely terrifying. The second, third, fourth long tails grow larger in the air, blocking the female demon group in front, frantically attacking the Yayu. However, in a short moment, the tail is cut off again, pain causing her to whine quietly, spitting out large mouthfuls of dirty blood.
As for the Yayu, he only has a few shallow wounds on his body. Moreover, the blood from his wounds contains fire poison, splattering onto Jiu Yue, making her feel as if she is being roasted by fire, her blood boiling.
She cannot survive.
Having sacrificed a ten-thousand-year lifespan, she has only a few years left to live. Now she has also been inflicted with the fire poisoned. Even if she is lucky enough to kill the Yayu in the end, she still cannot survive. Since she is going to die, she decides to die with some value! Using all her remaining tails, she doesn't attack the Yayu but instead firmly protects the group of female demons in front. Her aura surges, her lips slightly open, and together with the faint drumbeat, she starts to sing a prayer song.
Her voice is clear, bright, and beautiful. In the ice cave full of blood and death, it is like a gentle breeze, softly brushing green leaves and moving blooming flowers.
…
The sound breaks through all barriers and reaches Su Tingyun's ears. She opens her eyes, extends her consciousness, and finally sees everything happening outside.
"Prayer Dance, Blessing Song, burning ten thousand years of lifespan to ascend in cultivation—this aura from the nine-tailed fox, I don't like it one bit," Xuanyuan Wentian says, lying in a corner. After speaking, he suddenly adds, "The Yayu needs a female beast to resolve the poison; what about your Big Bai?"
He carefully wraps Big Bai in dark energy, despite the flame poison having little effect on his formless demonic aura, it still feels uncomfortable.
Xuanyuan Wentian lifts Big Bai in front of Su Tingyun. "What about her? She's round with no holes and doesn't even have a human form..." He pauses, then says, "The one who ate the fruit is the Word Spirit, but it's clear that the Orchid Tongue Grass has also been affected, sharing in the poison." He chuckles after speaking, thinking that lust and evil are a part of demonic power, so his mind has never been pure in this regard.
However, he simply doesn't enjoy it.
Su Tingyun remains silent, uninterested in his jokes. Her mind reverberates with the sound of that song, the drums growing louder and more urgent, causing the energy in her body to become somewhat chaotic. At this moment, Xuanyuan Wentian finally says, "Though you are not a god, you carry the bloodline of the celestial race, with the Five Elements of Heaven and Earth as your flesh and blood. So, you're actually reacting to the Prayer Dance."
Then, in the next instant, he exclaims in shock, "You possess the blood and bones of the War God."
This deity, who tempered her bones into something miraculous, was the strongest god of war of ancient times. But just because she carried another lump of blood and bones in her belly, she did not go to the battlefield, staying home to await her husband's return, but he never came back.
Su Tingyun's body is formed from the fusion of these celestial bones and blood. So now, upon hearing the Prayer Dance, her body undergoes some changes; her eyes redden slightly, and the battle spirit within her chest is hard to quell.
The Springwater Sword, which had been lodged in Xuanyuan Wentian, now appears in her hand. Xuanyuan Wentian says, "Going out won't help; you can't deal with it. There are no gods anymore. Even if the Prayer Dance is completed, it won't allow her cultivation to truly approach that of a Demi-god. Plus, with her nine tails severed, her strength has greatly diminished, and she's poisoned—she's no match for the Yayu."
"It would be better for her to kill all these female demons, making it impossible for the Yayu to resolve the poison. In its extreme discomfort, the Yayu would surely go out searching for a female demon to quench its fire. Then I could take you away from here," Xuanyuan Wentian confidently suggests. He fears being caught between the Heavenly Dao and the Yayu, so he dares not reveal himself. But if the Yayu is no longer a threat, breaking the seal and escaping wouldn’t be difficult for him. Losing a bit of his soul would be acceptable because, without this body, he would lose a bit every day.
Outside the ring, Jiu Yue finally completes the entire snow lotus. She softly says, "O gods of the heavens, have you heard the prayers of your faithful? I am willing to trade ten thousand years of lifespan and a thousand years of cultivation to be possessed by the War God."
Tears suddenly appear in Su Tingyun's eyes. She sees a small bubble in front of her, trapping a palm-sized nine-tailed fox inside. Su Tingyun's mind goes blank, and she nods, "Alright." Immediately after, all her strength drains from her, and she collapses to the ground. The spiritual energy within the ring surges like waves.
Xuanyuan Wentian remains silent for a moment, then murmurs, "In this world, there really are no other gods left."
As Jiu Yue's voice fades, countless rays of light pour into her body, imbuing her with new strength and boosting her cultivation. Yet, it is still not enough.
But she has no other choice.
The Yayu's body enlarges, its golden eyes like sharp swords aimed directly at Jiu Yue. Unable to withstand it head-on, she can only summon the Bodhi Mirror of Reality, hoping to reflect the attack back. It works, but a crack appears on the mirror, and she staggers back several steps.
Blood stains the ice, vibrant red.
Beneath the frozen river, bones pile high.
Suddenly, she discards the Mirror and flips her hand drum over, revealing a completely black underside, which she strikes, summoning a fierce, chilling wind.
"With my blood, I offer a sacrifice to the vengeful souls."
"Where are you, spirits of the wronged? Join me in seeking revenge."
...
Xuanyuan Wentian exclaims again in surprise, "This Jiu Yue actually knows ancient forbidden arts. Failing to summon a god, she turns to demons. Truly astonishing."
In this world, when a living being dies, it dies—there are no vengeful spirits. However, when someone dies in anguish, pain, and despair-- resentment may remain. If that resentment is sealed in ice and refuses to disperse, it might form a demonic creature, much like how the creatures of Dual Realms Mountain came to be. But such occurrences are exceedingly rare; Xuanyuan Wentian, in all his years, has never seen a demonic creature form outside the Dual Realms Mountain.
Suddenly, he has an idea—if he injects his demonic energy into these resentful spirits, could he deceive the Heavenly Dao and temporarily escape?
"Offer your eyes, let the vengeful dead see the hideous face of their enemy."
"Offer your hands, let the vengeful dead tear apart his evil body."
...
Xuanyuan Wentian mutters along, "Offer a wisp of demonic energy, let the resentment below gain consciousness."
Since you sincerely seek the aid of Demons, today I will risk my life to help you.
Demonic energy spills forth, and the outside world is filled with lightning and thunder.
Dark clouds gather densely over the Temple, lightning bolts roar. Four of the Six Beast Kings have already left, leaving only the Peacock King and the Tiger King. The two are deeply unsettled by this immense pressure.
"Could it be that the Beast Saint is about to ascend to Godhood?"
The Peacock King lightly waves his fan. "Perhaps," he says with disdain in his heart. 'The Tiger King, after eating three sacred fruits, still has such a dull mind. Every so often, the Beast Saint needs three thousand female demons, yet none have ever returned. Do you really think he’s ascending to Godhood? What a joke.'
The one he sent in, Yao, is already dead.
At the edge of the cliff, the strange beasts that were flying in the darkness all scatter into hiding, even the Kunpeng huddles in a corner. Lightning rips through the sky and strikes the bottom of the abyss, overturning the entire ice cavern.
And at this moment, the Yayu finally changes its expression.
The ice layer beneath it trembles, and the blood staining the ice, like living blood serpents, writhes madly on the surface. The sight of this causes even the Yayu to secretly feel alarmed.
