Chapter 1624: Chapter 982: Fate’s Tribulation (Part 2)

She gave him a gentle smile, releasing his hand.

The young boy leaped joyfully onto the soft, damp snowflakes, embracing the woman, whose cool plum blossom aura was comforting.

The woman raised her hand and pinned a radiant cold plum behind his ear, her laughter as clear and refreshing as spring water.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Fang Geyu’s voice shattered Baili An’s long-entrenched memories, waking him as if from a deep dream, filled with trepidation.

With a hand supporting his aching forehead, Baili An’s eyes were like a storm, feeling a chill down his spine, his fingers stiff.

To summon the True Ancestor Evil God, only by witnessing Jiyuan’s true form descending could Baili An tangibly feel its terrifying existence.

Baili An couldn’t determine whether the scenes in his mind were illusions crafted by Jiyuan’s power or past events that truly took place.

Yet, the likelihood of the latter seemed greater.

Jiyuan is the True Ancestor Evil God, wielding power that attacks the human heart’s weaknesses and desires.

If it concocts an irrelevant illusion, it would be flashy but ineffective.

But if he really met that woman as a child, his memory now fully restored, why is there not even a fragment of impression?

Moreover, his mother seems... quite familiar with that woman.

Baili An shook his head, clearing away distracting thoughts, gazing up at Jiyuan’s face which was identical to the woman from the memory of the small courtyard at Dongli.

He turned his head towards Fang Geyu, asking, "Is she the True Ancestor Evil God?"

Fang Geyu’s eyes had turned completely black again, the deep pupils faintly revealing her soul’s true color.

Her pretty face turned slightly cold: "Wasn’t it you who summoned her? This mess, I’m not cleaning it up for you."

Baili An lowered his brows, asking again: "The True Ancestor Evil God has no substantial form, neither human, nor demon, nor celestial, nor ghost. This face..."

Fang Geyu responded: "It’s my mother’s face."

Baili An felt another shock in his heart: "Your mother’s face?"

Fang Geyu’s gaze turned somber: "My mother was the previous Sword Master of the Ten Directions Sword, engaging with it for thousands of years after inheriting the mission to suppress the True Ancestor Evil God.

My mother’s psychological defenses were like a fortress, without a crack.

This ghastly thing starved my mother for a thousand years, with no desires to consume, and holds a deep grudge against her.

It is indeed a wicked taste, preferring to transform into my mother’s face to disgust people."

Baili An felt complicated emotions.

He had never heard of Tianxi Sword Sect or the Central Netherworld Dynasty having private interactions with Shifang City, nor knew that his mother knew Lord Xue.

Gazing at the cold plum in the True Ancestor Evil God’s hand, Baili An’s eyes became icy, recalling Jiushijiu.

When they first met, she also brought a similar cold plum.

Is it a coincidence, or is there perhaps some connection between her and the True Ancestor Evil God?

Baili An couldn’t figure it out, his gaze continuously inspecting the True Ancestor Evil God, seeking any flaw that could eradicate it completely.

Beneath Jiyuan’s feet, countless anomalies, the red plum in her hand gradually withered, leaving only barren remnants.

She slightly raised her head, her lips unopened, yet her ethereal, captivating voice echoed around the room.

"It’s been a long time... since anyone summoned me."

She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.

"This room is filled with the scent of desire, I am truly delighted."

Fang Geyu looked displeased, cursing angrily: "Idiot!"

Earlier, those six maids had been on Baili An’s body, doing whatever they pleased for quite a while.

The lingering feminine desire in the room had yet to dissipate, and Baili An summoning this ghastly thing now, would only bolster its arrogance.

The True Ancestor Evil God, starved for a thousand years, upon seeing daylight, she could seal seven emotions, barely suppressing itself.

Yet, if it were to absorb desires within a day, consuming the residual wants of six women in the room.

Fang Geyu didn’t know if she still had the ability to seal it back into the sword.

"Human girl." The True Ancestor Evil God’s golden eyes vacantly gazed.

"Admit it, this boy is your destined calamity, while harboring feelings of young love for him, you are doomed to be devoured by me."

"Since it has already happened, why not accept your fate?"

Fang Geyu’s eyes were as cold as ice and frost, "Stop your enchantments and threats. If you have the ability to devour me, then feel free to try. As long as the Ten Directions Sword does not break, it will always be your prison."

"My prison is the sword."

The True Ancestor Evil God opened her palm, and in her palm appeared an identical ’Ten Directions Sword’.

Her long, slender fingers touched the sword tip, and with a gentle bend, it suddenly snapped.

"An unlocked cage, easy to crumble."

"The Snow Woman was the one who locked it, and the key was passed to you. But when you act recklessly with desire, this key will disappear."

The True Ancestor Evil God’s body floated weightlessly in the space, her eyes flashing with an ephemeral malice, somewhat cruel.

"Human girl, you don’t have the ability, even if you sacrifice yourself to the tower. Without offspring, who can reseal me?"

Fang Geyu’s little face turned slightly pale, her expression extremely unpleasant.

"I have a question?" Baili An suddenly interrupted, "Since Jiyuan feeds on the seven emotions and six desires of the mortal world, Fang Geyu walks through the mountains and rivers of the world, you had countless opportunities to absorb the desires of the mortal world, why do you only appear now?"

Fang Geyu, enraged, said with frustration, "If it weren’t for you making a wish to it, how could it come out?"

"Making a wish?" Baili An frowned in confusion.

Fang Geyu replied in a cold voice, "The True Ancestor Evil God feeds on the desires of humans, gods, demons, and spirits. Throughout the Six Realms, every land is filled with this desire.

Although the True Ancestor Evil God is powerful, it cannot easily digest and absorb these desires.

It is ultimately an Evil Spirit beyond the Six Realms, without form or body, how can it eat?

Just as humans worship gods, and gods receive the power of faith to persist through time.

The same principle applies to the Evil God; only those with insatiable desire make wishes to it, allowing it to materialize into a physical form, appearing in the mortal world in various forms of humans, birds, beasts, and plants.

And each strong wish from a wish turns into desire, nourishing it into a spirit. Everyone has three chances to make a wish to the True Ancestor Evil God.

After three times, the True Ancestor Evil God can completely take over his body, capture his soul, and turn him into a soul slave."

Baili An understood and looked at the True Ancestor Evil God, "So, because my obsession with summoning you was too strong, it formed the circumstance of ’making a wish’, letting her officially descend to the mortal world in human form?"

Fang Geyu responded, "That’s correct."

Baili An continued, "But when I saw her transform into your mother’s appearance, you were very calm, as if... you’d gotten used to it."

Fang Geyu sneered, "The True Ancestor Evil God can peer into human hearts and is cunning and sly. In my childhood, the year after my mother left, it often took her appearance, stirring troubles in my heart sea. Seeing it now, what is there to be alarmed about?"

Baili An’s heart was complex and pained hearing this.

He slowly exhaled and looked at the True Ancestor Evil God standing in the void, suddenly speaking up, "Jiyuan, do you dare to gift me another branch of cold plum?"

Fang Geyu’s expression changed drastically, gritting her teeth, "Are you insane?!"

Gift him a branch of cold plum?

This would already be his second wish made to the True Ancestor Evil God in its name! 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

The True Ancestor Evil God was also somewhat surprised by Baili An’s request.

But she didn’t say much; when it comes to human wishes, she always graciously accepts regardless of size.

She smiled slightly, her gaze gleaming with gold, and pinched another flaming branch of cold plum, its fragrance drifting around her fingertips.

Baili An watched her create things effortlessly, secretly astonished.

That cold plum was by no means an illusion, but a real entity.

He composed himself, solemnly walking up to her to receive that branch of cold plum.

Fang Geyu’s face still looked pale and unpleasant, but surprisingly... she did not stop Baili An from that foolish action.

Her eyes, which should have been filled with anger and hatred, only held a faint trace of doubt.

Baili An approached the True Ancestor Evil God, gave her a faint smile, and calmly asked, "I wonder what the taste of my wish is like? Delicious?"

The True Ancestor Evil God, without any change in expression, extended the cold plum in her hand to him: "My transaction can only be accepted when the wish is fulfilled."

This means that only when Baili An formally receives that plum blossom can she consume his wish.

Baili An’s smile deepened, looking at her golden eyes with profound meaning, "I hope Lord Jiyuan enjoys... the meal today."

He raised his hand, his chilly fingertips touching the hard, thin plum branch.

An astonishing scene occurred.

A wisp of dark intent unfurled bit by bit from the blood-red plum blossom’s pistil, unfurling like ink, spreading like stains.