Journey to the End of the Night Chapter 1479 - 926: Get in the Bowl, Little One

Baili An opted to forsake the path down the mountain, inclining his head to gently caress the small fox cradled in his arms, as if to offer solace.

Without uttering a single word, he pivoted and plunged off the precipice.

Though the mountain peak was sheer, the terrain fortunately sloped.

Clutching Shu Ci securely, they plummeted from the great height, crashing into the frozen earth and jagged rocks of the mountainside.

The harrowing descent sent his body tumbling relentlessly downward.

The precipitous cliff and the sharp, thorny vegetation inflicted countless deep gashes upon his person, exposing bone.

Shu Ci could distinctly perceive the sickening sounds of flesh tearing and bone fracturing echoing beside her ears.

Viscous fluid stained her fur crimson; she could vividly hear the impact of his body against trees and stones.

The ordeal persisted for an extended duration, long enough for Shu Ci to question if he would survive the fall.

Then, an additional, jarring impact reverberated.

As if colliding with an immense boulder, Shu Ci detected the scent of blood from his body intensifying dramatically.

The moon partially veiled its radiance, allowing starlight to descend once more upon the Mortal Realm.

Nestled quietly within Baili An’s embrace, Shu Ci inhaled the potent aroma of blood, sharp as aged spirits clinging to his form.

For reasons unknown, despite acknowledging the ferocity of the demon fox Ting Yan during her enraged pursuit, she curiously sensed a faint undercurrent of peace emanating from him.

The biting wind insinuated itself into the collar of her fur, chilling the frigid blood within.

A hand that had steadfastly held her form seemed, in an instant, to lose its strength, succumbing to the icy gale and gently releasing its grip.

A profound sense of emptiness overcame Shu Ci; her small body slipped from his hold, settling upon the soft, verdant meadow without injury.

She righted herself, standing on her three diminutive paws, her wounded limb still quaintly adorned with a bandage around her neck.

Shu Ci calmly observed Baili An, his form leaning against the fractured, stony face of the cliff.

His pallid countenance was slick with blood, and the arm supporting him hung limply at his side, evidently broken.

Despite his gore-drenched and utterly tragic appearance, Shu Ci’s desire for him remained undiminished.

When Baili An had previously unleashed his Blood Energy, the Karma Barrier within had pulsed with an irresistible richness, and even now, a subtle wisp of black mist still clung to him.

Shu Ci ambled closer, lowering her head to groom his fingertips.

Baili An, misinterpreting her action, presumed she pitied his injured limb and offered a faint smile.

He lifted his still-functional right leg, gently nudging her away, and spoke: "Little one, why do you not hasten away from here?"

Shu Ci ceased her grooming.

He had hurled himself from the mountain’s apex, sustaining such grievous injuries, solely to grant her precious moments to flee?

Baili An had careened down the mountainside, losing a torrent of blood, to the extent that his severe hemorrage had already incited a primal craving.

His awareness grew progressively heavy and lethargic, yet this small fox stubbornly remained, showing no inclination to depart.

The overwhelming demonic energy surged closer; he intended to implore the little creature to depart swiftly, but found himself powerless.

Within his rapidly dimming sight, he perceived the demon fox Ting Yan materialize, enveloped in thunderous wrath, merely ten meters distant.

Crimson blood trickled down his brow; Baili An’s consciousness ebbed away within the scarlet-hued panorama.

"One marred my face, the other severed my demonic tail; tonight, you shall both perish!"

Ting Yan’s form radiated fury like crimson light, exhibiting signs of Demonization, wielding a sphere of violet lightning, and radiating a sinister aura of impending demise.

"Such a nuisance," a voice like frigid steel commented.

The chilling utterance caused Ting Yan to falter momentarily, her brow furrowing.

Observing the small fox speak as a human, slowly turning, the surrounding demonic energy expanded, its eyes glowing like polished glass.

An all-encompassing demonic power, starkly black, deeper than the night itself, permeated the space with an ancient coldness, causing the ambient temperature to plummet by three degrees instantaneously.

This profound chill originated not from the atmosphere but directly assailed the very soul.

The diminutive fox on the ground gradually enlarged its silhouette, transitioning into the form of a tall, captivating, and elegant woman.

In that singular instant, all the feral rage of the Three-tailed Demon Fox, unleashed during its furious pursuit, seemed to diminish into a flickering, feeble flame beneath that obsidian, ancient coldness.

A mere gust of wind could potentially extinguish it.

Ting Yan’s malevolent grin froze instantly; her pupils contracted sharply, and her body trembled subtly beneath the cloak of night.

Under the scrutiny of those eyes, she felt as though she had plunged into a shadowy abyss, consumed by the dread of Celestial Demons.

Shu Ci, her expression devoid of emotion, extended her hand, revealing fingers long and slender, belonging distinctly to an adult woman.

She uttered softly: "Unexpectedly, by chance, the seventh-tail form has manifested? How most inconvenient."For hundreds of years, she dedicated herself to cultivation, accepting a mouthful of immortal power from the Golden Immortal master of White Sun Cave to refine three tails. Among demon foxes, one tail signifies a hundred years of cultivation, two tails represent a thousand years, and three tails denote three thousand years. As for four tails and beyond, such occurrences have been exceedingly rare within the fox demon clan; the exact duration for attaining a terrifying cultivation like seven tails remains unknown. Shu Ci casually unwrapped the bandage from her injured hand, revealing that the wound on her wrist, which had previously been deep enough to expose bone, had mysteriously healed into a faint scar. Like a canine, she lowered her head, gently licking the blood from her wrist. Her pale golden irises held a distinct lack of emotion: "To be disturbed while eating is the utmost taboo; you have created such a commotion. Are you prepared to face death with repentance?" Beneath those pale golden eyes, Ting Yan was instantly overcome by a chilling sensation, half her body trembling uncontrollably from the cold.