Journey to the End of the Night Chapter 1461 - 917: Demon Immortal Under the Moon (Part 2)

The speed was so fast that even before the sword tip arrived, the unimaginable power of the Sword Intent had already forced the original bloodstains on his body to split open, tearing wide gashes that were horrifying to behold.

He let out a heart-wrenching scream, feeling as if his body was about to be wiped out.

The sword light dissipated, Bai Ze returned to the spirit, leaving only Wen Hanwei walking alone in the vast sea of clouds.

The fragments of the shattered Immortal Official Token scattered like tiny sparkling starlight, floating around Wen Hanwei without touching the ground, condensing without dispersing.

"Pfft..." The man fell to the ground, spitting blood from his mouth, looking extremely miserable.

One of his arms had turned into a mist of blood, and despite being so badly injured, he still raised his remaining hand to touch his own cheek.

His entire body was almost devoid of uninjured flesh, with previously sharp sword cuts being torn apart, turning into varying shapes of bloody, sinister-looking holes.

The wound in his abdomen faintly revealed fragmented internal organs spilling out, staining the ground crimson.

Yet even so, he had to verify if his face was unharmed.

A wet and sticky hand groped around, and he visibly heaved a sigh of relief, coughing rapidly and heavily.

Blood continuously gushed from his lips, and the dulled sword tip suddenly appeared before his eyes, lightly touching his neck’s artery.

He lifted his head, meeting a pair of amber eyes that calmly observed him, their deepening hue only making them appear more pristinely clear.

Even on the brink of death, the man found himself lost in those eyes.

With a slight application of force from Wen Hanwei’s hand, the sword tip pierced the skin, allowing a Blood Pearl to fall as she nodded slightly. Even with a neutral expression, her beauty was breathtaking.

"So, it only takes two swords to break this Immortal Official Token."

Looking at Wen Hanwei’s indifferent and unconcerned gaze, the anger in the man’s heart burned wildly.

Such a precious Golden Immortal Token was completely destroyed by two swords, his path of retreat was completely cut off, and now, today, he was going to die here.

For a moment, the man’s heart turned to ashes, and gritting his teeth, he looked at Wen Hanwei, who was surrounded by the fragments of the Immortal Official Token, and said hatefully:

"Are you pleased? Even if I die today, you’ll accompany me to the grave. The Immortal Official Token is destroyed, and the Golden Immortal consciousness within it is enough to make you fall into Yama forever, your soul scattered!"

Wen Hanwei shook her head, "I’m not particularly pleased, as killing you is nothing to be proud of."

Sending out the sword from her hand, the sword tip flicked open the neck’s artery.

The man’s screams pierced the deserted mansion, resonating through the wilderness, as if in an unknown, hidden world, casting a huge shadow over the firmament where even the moonlight vanished.

A strange, mournful beast cry echoed mournfully.

Just when everyone thought it was all over, Wen Hanwei’s sword pierced the air.

Who could snatch someone from the hands of the Taixuan Nine Classics?

Wen Hanwei stood slantingly with her sword retracted, the sword body like a cold autumn water mirror reflecting a sliver of moonlight on the eaves, where a giant demon fox held the man’s shadow in its mouth.

The flowing clouds in the sky poured into the Mortal World, and beneath the night, the demon fox transformed gracefully into a captivating and alluring woman.

Her dark purple clothing obscured the thick clouds and cold moon above, and the three massive fox tails behind her blocked out the sky and moon. She half-embraced the man, gazing coldly and distantly at Wen Hanwei.

"You hurt him. Tonight, I should have taken your life, but letting you die by the Immortal Official Token seems to make you suffer more."

Wen Hanwei remained silent, simply sheathing her sword with a calm expression.

At the moment when the sword was sheathed, behind the demon fox woman, a slanted, bright, and massive streak of sword light silently cleaved.

One of the dancing fox tails in the moonlight was instantly severed, falling limply to the ground.

Wen Hanwei raised her eyes after sheathing her sword, her gaze clear and serene as she looked at the demon fox woman on the eaves.

She said nothing, but her actions clearly conveyed.

Tonight, she didn’t have what it took to take her life.

The fox demon woman stood on the eaves, blood dripping from her lips, her face turning pale, evidently having suffered considerable trauma.

No one could have expected such a twist to arise, and everyone craned their necks to look out, astonished to see that imposing fox demon in the night.

They were not so much shocked by the power of the fox demon woman, but by the fact that despite her overwhelming demonic power, she emitted an aura of clarity, showing no trace of demon energy.

Her banshee’s aura was clear and spiritual, truly a Demon Immortal.

Throughout history, Demon Immortals, except those from the Kunlun sect, all sacrificed themselves to become artifacts, ascending together with their masters.

This fox demon bore no imperial mark, not an Artifact Spirit, yet she had become a Demon Immortal. Just who was she?

"If I’m not mistaken, this fox demon is the second owner of that Golden Immortal Token," Ying Ji swept a glance and then withdrew her gaze, showing little interest.

Yin Baishuang, however, sniffed out a hint of gossip.

Ever since the Demon Realm submitted to the Immortal World, demon cultivators who did not fall into the Demon World had a relatively low status in the Six Realms.

A small demon fox that had yet to attain the way could become the second owner of the Golden Immortal Token, which means she took it personally from the Lord of the White Sun Cave Mansion.

She eagerly tugged on Ying Ji’s sleeve, looking at her with curiosity.

Ying Ji opened her palm.

Yin Baishuang quickly placed a handful of well-prepared sunflower seeds in her palm, each one plump and tight.

"Well done." Ying Ji gladly accepted her offering, munching on the seeds as she recounted: "A long time ago, the White Sun Immortal was merely a White Immortal, not yet granted an abode on Immortal Mountain, having only a Three-tailed Demon Fox mount by his side.

He focused on cultivation, and when a Heavenly Tribulation came, he almost could not overcome it. At the crucial moment, his mount sacrificed a thousand years of cultivation to shield him from the last three tribulation lightning, resulting in the loss of its physical body and its soul returning to the Nine Nethers for reincarnation.

By normal standards, a thousand-year-old demon fox should not perish even after blocking three tribulations, despite being overpowered.

Back then, as a White Immortal, he broke into the Nine Nethers, and though his father pulled out thirteen Immortal Bones from him, he insisted on meeting the fox demon to repay the favor of blocking the tribulation by marking it for future reincarnations, ensuring he could always find it.

During that tribulation, that fox demon lost a lifetime’s worth of cultivation in an instant, and upon entering the cycle of reincarnation to be reborn, it was nothing more than an ordinary mortal fox.

It was fate that a calamity struck, and mischievous children from the backwoods, while playing, set fire to the foxes’ den and completely burned it.

In this life, the fox demon’s fox parents did not flee for their lives, enduring the pain of being burned alive to protect their newborns.

Eventually, the entire litter of foxes, along with their parents, perished in the fire. Only she, on the brink of death, was sensed by the now Golden Immortal Lord of the White Sun Cave who rushed to rescue her.

Ignoring the laws of the Heavenly Dao, he awakened the mortal fox’s mind, transforming it into a Demon Immortal, and granted her the Immortal Official Token as protection on her path.

Yin Baishuang asked again, "Since the Immortal Official Token belonged to the fox demon, how did it fall into the hands of that Evil Cultivator?"

Ying Ji shook her head, focusing on eating her sunflower seeds: "That, I do not know."

Though unknown, she could guess most of it, nothing more than the obsessions people cannot see through about emotions and love, entangling demons and humans alike in the Mortal World.

For Ying Ji, who had put down all desires, obsessions, and love for self and others, such emotional matters seemed too self-tormenting and dull to pursue any further.

"Cough, cough... cough..." The man missing an arm, held by the fox demon, coughed up bloody foam.

He weakly gazed at the severed tail on the ground, his gaze filled with profound sorrow, and said hoarsely, "Go..."

The fox demon furrowed her brows deeply: "But your body..."

"No matter! We must leave here first. Wen Hanwei may pose no threat, but they..."

The man looked deeply at Baili An and his two companions, shaking his head, "We must leave quickly."

The fox demon said no more, biting her lip, she carried the man, stepping on the wind, her form a mirage, merging into the moonlight and fleeing towards the distant horizon, their presence quickly vanishing.