Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 317: Surprising Changes

The woman sneered scornfully again, "Don't rush to criticize. Those who achieve great things don't pay attention to trivial matters. The fact that he was chosen by His Majesty is a blessing he has cultivated for a thousand years!"

"Hmph! What a blessing! I finally understand who you are!" Bai Zhi sneered in response. In front of this powerful evil spirit, she seemed to have no fear anymore.

"What is my identity?" the woman asked in surprise.

"Thirteen thousand years ago, among the thirteen living people left behind by the Ghost Emperor Ye Liushuang, you were one of them, right? You have survived for so many years inside this immortal bell blessed by divinity, relying on the true divine flesh and blood that burst out of her before her death!"

"Miss Bai is right, it's true, but it's a pity there are only three left!"

Bai Zhi sneered again: "Those three people are the red-dressed figure, the messenger You Huang, and finally you. Three immortal artifacts, three people!"

The woman finally showed a trace of surprise: "You...you figured it out? How did you figure it out?"

Bai Zhi didn't look at her face, but slowly held the sword level. A blood-red light gradually began to shine from her magic sword, as if an ancient power was reviving.

"You...how is that possible?"

The woman screamed in shock and retreated more than ten meters, her eyes filled with surprise. "How can you revive the power of the sword in this dark space? Impossible... absolutely impossible!"

Bai Zhi didn't say anything, but suddenly swung her sword and slashed at the thousands of mummies sitting behind her.

The sword was as light as red smoke and passed by like a gust of wind. In the square in front of the ancestral hall, the mummies that had been impossible to deal with before were turned into dust by the sword energy in the blink of an eye.

Only countless stone pillars remain.

The woman shook her head, muttering to herself in disbelief, "Impossible, absolutely impossible. You're a cripple, and this space is suppressed by the might of an immortal artifact. It's impossible for anyone other than us to do this!"

Bai Zhi gently wiped the dust off her sword and said calmly, "The Spirit Ghost Clan is divided into three tribes. The High Priest of Dream Weavers died at the hands of my ancestors, and the High Priest of Exorcists died on that mountain of corpses. What about you? Are you the High Priest of the Astrology Clan who succeeded us?"

The woman stood there silently, wondering how Bai Zhi had figured it out.

Seeing that she didn't answer, Bai Zhi took out a small square box from her bosom. The box was almost transparent, with a faint green smoke lingering in it.

"How did you tell?"

Bai Zhi smiled, her smile calm and composed, as if everything was under control. "This is the spirit of my uncle, Ji Hongying. She sacrificed herself and used her blood to carve our names on your Netherworld Scroll. Because of this, we can enter this burial ground of the gods unscathed!"

Bai Zhi continued, "Since ancient times, there have been only two ways to enter this Netherworld from the Changming Road. One is to abandon the physical body and enter with the soul, like the wise spirits of the three tribes in the Mirror Sea. The other is to sacrifice one's life and write one's name in blood. For the second way, one must feel the call of the Nether Emperor. Unfortunately, the Nether Emperor died 13,000 years ago... What Du Fang felt was only your call, right?"

The woman pondered for a long time. "Yes, you are right, but I don't understand why you can unleash the power of the immortal sword in this divine space?"

"Because my uncle-master used the blood of the Green Emperor, which is also the bloodline of my Bai family!"

"How could Ji Hongying have the blood of your Bai family? This is impossible. I have specifically investigated it!"

The woman just shook her head, not daring to believe it.

Bai Zhi chuckled, "This is the true millennium plan of our Longyuan Sword Sect. How could outsiders possibly know this? My uncle-in-law is my mother's sister. She was sent away from home the moment she was born. Not to mention your lackeys and the trash from the three clans of Jinghai, even the Tianlong people undercover in my Longyuan would not know this!"

The woman's body trembled noticeably:

"You actually know such a secret. You followed the Son of God to this place where the gods are buried. You must have some big plans!"

"Of course!"

Bai Zhi looked back at the stage: "I don't want him to become a puppet of your spirit ghost clan, like my ancestor Bai Qingyu!"

The woman explained, "We extracted his marrow and stripped his bones just to transform his body so that he could withstand the power of the gods. We didn't want to turn him into a puppet!"

"Hehe!" Bai Zhi's face was filled with endless mockery:

"The human emperor Huangqiu, whom you transformed, was such a powerful hero, yet he failed to ascend to heaven ten thousand years ago. My ancestor was extremely intelligent, having mastered the nine realms of swordsmanship at the age of eleven. Yet, after she left here, she still failed to ascend to heaven? Why? Why?"

The sword in her hand was pointed directly at the woman's throat.

The woman's two scallion-white nails, stained with phoenix juice, moved the sword away and explained softly, "Because the road to heaven is blocked, the ascension platform is shattered. No one in this continent of Jiuzhou can ascend to the immortal realm and become an ascender again! The Emperor of Heaven has cut off the path of ascension for the human race!"

"You're lying! Don't think you're the only one who knows the history before the Great Desolation!"

History before the Great Desolation!

When Bai Zhi said these words, the woman's expression suddenly changed. "How could you possibly know the history before the Great Desolation?"

Bai Zhi sneered: "You think that no one else in this world knows about this except you, right?" She shook the transparent box gently.

"What is this?" The woman stared at the almost transparent box containing souls.

"This is the divine object that our Qinghua Empress obtained from the depths of the Abyss when she entered this place. It can hold a person's spiritual consciousness..."

There was a trace of regret and sadness on Bai Zhi's face:

"When Qing Di first entered here, she and this man, this man named Du Fang, believed the same nonsense you all told us about the inheritance of the Nether Emperor, the trials of the Ghost Emperor, and countless illusions. But when she discovered that after each level of illusionary trial, the memories she recalled would disappear..."

The woman's face suddenly turned pale.

"The Green Emperor was very intelligent and immediately realized something was amiss. But what really made her make up her mind was the man she brought with her, Li Xueying of the Thousand Illusions Sword Sect. He was ambushed by you and was on the verge of death. Only when he had only a breath of his soul left did he realize that he had become a prey on the panel, at your mercy!"

"In this space, she has no power to resist and can only allow you to erase her memories from the illusion. The only thing she can do is put her consciousness into this box!"

"So, like this man now, she had her marrow extracted, her bones peeled, her soul refined, and she went through the same pain that the Ghost Emperor had endured. She was transformed into an immortal body and accepted the power of your Hades Emperor!"

"This isn't a bad thing!" the woman said coldly, "How many powerful cultivators in this world dream of obtaining this kind of power!"

"Of course, there are indeed many such people, but they don't want to be puppets, nor do they want to become so-called immortals!"