Back then in the Demon World’s underground palace, the Corpse King Jiang Chen that Baili An saw was not a complete form!

His heart was actually still sealed within the Kunlun Divine Mountain?!

Upon hearing this, Baili An’s heart was struck with turbulent waves.

He looked up at Si Li: "That was one of the Five Venerables of the Six Realms, the Kunlun God, a deity from the Creation Era.

Her divine status ranks only below Emperor Zhu Zhan; she is the supreme and revered existence under the heavens.

But I have only just transcended tribulations, her mere glance is enough to extinguish my Dao and send me into reincarnation, on what basis does my sister think I can kill her?"

Si Li’s eyes lowered: "Don’t take me for a blind man, you understand the Kunlun God’s Clean Word Technique, this Divine Communication Skill is not easily passed on.

Since that woman taught you, she naturally has the intention of taking you as her disciple."

"Of course, given the current disparity between you and her, the gap spans not just heavens and earth across three thousand worlds.

I am not asking you to strike her now, Father has suppressed the Emperor with the strength of the gods for hundreds of thousands of years, how could it be for such temporary gains."

"The Kunlun God’s cultivation has reached perfection, akin to a holy miracle, but in this world, everything waxes and wanes.

She has already breached the pinnacle, her current realm is a hundred feet high pole where it’s hard to advance further.

Yet you have unlimited potential; a millennium or ten millennia, Father can wait."

"More importantly, many years ago, Kunlun Mountain went through a great catastrophe, nearly collapsing, millions of souls perished.

It was this woman who refined her divine origin into the Kunlun Pure Ruins, the cornerstone of tens of thousands of mountain earth veins, thus dissolving the calamity.

And the marriage alliance between the Kunlun God and the Water God Emperor Chenghuang was precisely because of this calamity.

The Kunlun God’s divinity is of wood and earth, water into all things, nurturing wood spirits, moistening mountains and rivers."

At this, the disdain in Si Li’s eyes deepened.

She raised her hand lightly, and the fiery red Treasure Bead under Baili An’s collar floated up, shining brightly.

"Even though she married Emperor Chenghuang, and together as companions, their Dual Cultivation birthed the Divine Heir Xiao Shanjun, it was only to solve an urgent crisis.

According to what I know, the divine couple were no more than estranged, as Emperor Chenghuang has a licentious nature, fond of sharing his favors broadly.

Long ago, he lost his own Water Divine Origin.

Now it has circled around, split in two, and through that Enchanting Demon’s hand, fell into yours."

Only after hearing these stories and secrets of the ancient primordial gods, Baili An realized.

The Water Divine Origin was not only important to Emperor Chenghuang but also crucial to the Kunlun God Cang Nanyi as well.

Water has a day when it dries up, and the blue sea can turn into mulberry fields.

All things and all life, including deities, their cultivated Dao cannot depart from the fundamental principle of ’endless continuation’.

Though Emperor Chenghuang lost the Water Divine Origin, he can still stabilize his divine body using the spiritual essence from Kunlun Divine Mountain.

But Kunlun God Cang Nanyi, day and night, exhausts her own divine power.

Only such a powerful deity from the Creation Era can withstand millennia upon millennia of depletion to sustain the immortality of millions of souls, so that the green mountains do not wither and the rivers do not dry up.

But time is finite, no matter how powerful she is, she will eventually await a fate of death and exhaustion.

Baili An couldn’t help but think, Si Li’s proposal, though initially seems unrealistic, is not without possibility.

Gods and demons have been opposed since ancient times, yet Jiang Chen created him, gave him a second life, he is his true father from his Corpse Demon days.

No matter what, he cannot turn a blind eye.

If obtaining the heart can set Jiang Chen free, he would pay with his life to fulfill his long-cherished wish.

But Kunlun God Cang Nanyi...

Though Baili An doesn’t have deep ties with her, she, being a deity, when faced with Emperor’s order to kill corpse demons, was able to protect him to some extent, is a kindness.

She even ignored his identity, teaching him the Kunlun Divine Race’s secret technique, intending to take him as a disciple and lead him into the Divine Path, is also goodwill.

To kill her for Jiang Chen’s heart, Baili An asked himself and found he could not commit such a cruel act.

"I am willing to do my utmost to obtain Father’s heart and help him gain freedom, but as for killing the Kunlun Divine Lord, I beg you sister, I am powerless."

Si Li coldly laughed, not showing much coldness or dissatisfaction at Baili An’s defiance.

She merely petted Baili An’s head, like teasing a disobedient puppy.

"Only at your age would one hold such unrealistic fantasies about the world’s affairs.

Always feeling the choice between right and wrong lies within one’s own thoughts.

Only when you truly face a decision will you realize how insignificant and laughably naive your current persistence is before reality’s harshness."

Si Li did not attempt to change his current thoughts, nor did she have any intention of forcing Baili An.

The blood moon behind commenced fading, transforming into a strip of blue shadowy light, stripping away the blood color from Baili An’s eyes.

The hand on top of his head abruptly drifted far away.

His vision returned, and in front of him, it was midday, with the sun hanging high in the sky, nearby was a little fairy shaking two tails.

Shu Ci quietly watched Baili An, as if noticing nothing.

Yet it seemed he had noticed a slight peculiarity just now, but kept it deep within, without speaking further.

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... 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

In the blossoming March, the Shifang City that towers over the North and South Seas, however, experiences perennial heavy snow.

The violent north wind arrives from all directions carrying dense snowflakes, these frozen snowflakes resemble coarse grains of sand thrown from a Heavenly God’s giant hand from distant northern skies.