Chapter 480 - Golden Crow Hides the Soul Hall

Su Jing’s eyes slightly opened, and amidst the roaring flames, the woman in white still lay in peaceful slumber, with a Fire Lotus blooming at her chest.

Between their brows, entwined threads of soul light shimmered.

Seeing this scene, the countless Ancient Gods on the Bronze Platform stirred restlessly, like gusty winds rippling across a pond.

Among them, Xihe was the most agitated, her body surrounded by flickering Divine Fire.

“Could this be the legendary Golden Crow Divine Bird?!

No!

This is impossible, the only Golden Crow Divine Bird within the Bronze Gate had dissipated its form and perished by the western seas, how could it possibly…”

“Form dissipated, soul hidden in the sea,” Su Jing’s brows brimmed with increasingly bright spirit light, and her face began to pale.

“I sacrifice my soul to house the molten Golden Crow, not knowing if offering half my soul could garner the eternal stars, to manifest a bright tomorrow, in exchange for my heart’s deepest desire.”

The Bronze Platform shook violently once again!

Where the sun and moon align rightly, the stars supporting, the vast cosmos runs perfectly, liberating them from the confines of the Divine Tree.

Gods transformed into three thousand spirits, forging through the Bronze!!!

A millennium-old wish, unbelievably fulfilled by mere mortal kin, so effortlessly!

Unprepared and unexpected, the miracle presented before their eyes seemed easy, either for humans or divine beings, usually overlooking the process that led to it.

But then, what miracle could truly be considered ‘easy’?

Xihe was nearly unable to maintain her concealed form, her voice trembling slightly, tinged with bewilderment.

“Little girl, do you know what using half your soul means?”

She is the Young Master of Taixuan, one of the three children of the Heavenly Dao, ordained by the Immortal Venerable.

Upon transcending calamity and ascending, she could wear the grand status of a Golden Immortal.

Born to this illustrious era, destined to read volume after volume of ancient Secret Techniques, she was to lead the Taixuan Nine Classics.

With some luck, in the distant future, even the seat of Venerable Immortal could be contested.

But this depended on her soul as the foundation.

Half her soul could destroy her first step on the Great Dao, even influencing her reincarnations.

Any with incomplete souls cycle through nine lives, condemned to the paths of suffering or misdeed.

Heaven, Earth, Humans, Ghost Gods, none were ignorant of the soul’s paramount importance, far surpassing the physical bodies.

Even Baili An, who was meditating quietly aside, stood up, his expression unreadable.

Su Jing looked straight at her, her expression serene.

“I only know that in this world, to obtain anything, one must reach out for it.

Anything worth reaching for comes with its price.”

“I paid the price, and you granted the results, quite fair.”

As if the prospect of losing her way in the lost dao of nine lives wasn’t enough to overshadow her feeling of ‘fairness.’

Once Su Jing set her mind on acquiring something, she made thorough preparations, determined to achieve it regardless of the consequences!

Even if it meant harming herself, she would grasp her results with her own hands, drenched in blood.

It was the same back then.

It is the same tonight.

The Bronze Platform resonated with restless noise; beneath their feet, the landscapes, oceans, and starry realms blurred amidst chaotic divine intents.

“This really puts one in a difficult position,” murmured Zangxin from behind the Skull Ghost Mask, a voice tinged with helplessness but also admiration.

“This really doesn’t seem right…”

Slowly, the chaotic visions caused by the divine intent interactions settled.

Mountains remained mountains, waters remained waters, stars unchanged through the ages, the only change being that the agitated aura on the Bronze Platform gradually calmed.

Then, silence fell.

“It’s truly regrettable, young lady.” Xihe, now appearing as a beautiful woman, her divine fire receded, her expression one of pity.

“I admire your courage and ability greatly, but your fate indeed…

is quite unfortunate.”

Xihe’s arms relaxed, the divine intent supporting the unwavering Battle Axe suddenly vanished.

An overwhelming force like a mountain descending bore down on Su Jing, with each space the Battle Axe traversed disintegrating, ripping apart with explosive sounds.

In front of Su Jing, the fierce flames dispersed, the merging soul light within her and the slumbering Golden Crow Spirit’s brows, under the terrifying force of the axe, tore apart like thread breaking.

Su Jing’s face became as pale as paper, her calm gaze finally clouded with incomprehension.

She couldn’t understand—they had already freed their ancient hands, why breed murderous intent and destroy the very keys of their freedom?

In the thunderous sounds.

Su Jing glanced expressionlessly at Zangxin.

Zangxin slowly lifted a corner of his chilling skull mask, revealing a sinisterly smiling lip.

Su Jing’s pupils flickered.

Unless…

This key wasn’t the only one.

Before she could dwell on it, the mighty Battle Axe of Witch Demon Rushou was already descending.

Suddenly, from the dissolving half of her soul, a pale, slender hand emerged, plucking a Red Lotus from between the soul’s chest, and in a swift motion, encircled her waist.

A force swept them up, their gazes interlocked.

With a tremendous roar!

The Battle Axe struck the Vermilion Bird coffin, a clear, resonant chirp echoed through the space, a Vermilion Bird enveloped in bright red flames burst forth from the coffin.

Cracks quickly spread across the coffin, crackling.

Finally, the Vermilion Bird coffin shattered.

From the broken coffin, a black ancient zither embellished with fiery red patterns cascaded down, its silver-like strings soaring and dancing tenderly like the hair of a Goddess from the Wushan Immortal Palace, gently entwining the Battle Axe, coiling and retracting.

The Battle Axe crumbled into countless spiritual fragments, scattered bit by bit.

As the strings gathered back to the zither, the Vermilion Bird’s eyes aflame returned into the zither, the fiery patterns on the zither moved rapidly, eventually forming the figure of a Vermilion Bird.

A black and red ancient zither, exuding the strange yet majestic aura of the You Dynasty.

Baili An felt slightly disturbed.

Who could have known that hidden within the coffin intended to enclose his body, there lay a zither?

And this zither was clearly no ordinary zither.

For it harbored the National Guardian Beast of the You Dynasty, the Divine Bird Vermilion Bird.

“You’ve saved me again,” Su Jing’s calm, cool voice broke Baili An’s scattered thoughts.

He subconsciously lowered his gaze to check on the condition of the woman in his arms, not expecting the somewhat awkward realization.

His body was that of a young man’s when he died, while Su Jing’s form after living over two hundred years was fully adult.

Even temporarily under his protection, such a cool, proud woman would hardly nestle against him, waiting for his concerned gaze.

This slight lowering of his head brought into view a stretch of beautifully pale neck, her fair skin without words telling of its exquisite quality, defined as sinking water for bones, jade for skin.

This strikingly pretty fair neck ruthlessly reminded Baili An that he was not even as tall as a woman.

What’s more terrifying was that given his current state, he might never grow taller.

Somewhat disheartened, Baili An unwillingly raised his eyes only to see a face of calm beauty close at hand, observing him with a serene yet downwards gaze.

His half-dissipated soul turning into specks of dewy silver light, gathered back into the Fire Lotus, its petals unfurled a few more times, blossoming at the peak of passion.

Baili An’s body stiffened slightly as he released her, handing her the Red Lotus, saying, “Erhe Zangxin appearing here like this, and residing within the Bronze Tree, must have secretly reached an agreement with the Ancient Gods.

Xihe mentioned your unfortunate fate, probably because you chose the wrong time to negotiate.”

Her gaze flickered uncertainly for a moment, her voice as cool and calm as ever.

“Is that so?

But I think today…

has come just at the right time.”

Baili An truly didn’t know where she got her composed confidence from.

Even when he intervened, he didn’t know the coffin concealed a Vermilion Bird, nor was he absolutely certain that the Vermilion Bird’s coffin could withstand the massive spirit Battle Axe’s strike.

Yet here she was, dispassionately serene.