Journey to the End of the Night Chapter 1498 - 935: Guide

Ting Yan casually tossed the blade she held aside, then slowly retrieved a needle pack and red thread, speaking in a tender tone:

"Bai Lang~ Every vessel you've inhabited was pieced together by my hands. Do you recall where your original body rests in burial?

You harbor such profound loathing for your own form that you likely don't remember. But I, holding such deep affection for you, certainly do.

Rest assured, I shall cradle your head and return to the grave where your body met its demise. There, you will watch, firsthand, as your head is reattached to that old, putrid, decayed, and hideous body, stitch by painstaking stitch."

Bai Yuanduo's eyes brimmed with a blood-red hue, his countenance contorted in grotesque despair:

"No... Please, don't, Mistress Ting. You couldn't possibly have the heart... You cherish me so deeply, you wouldn't inflict such torment."

He would rather suffer utter annihilation of his soul! A return to that ghastly body was an unbearable fate!

It was the very nightmare that had relentlessly pursued him throughout his existence!

Ting Yan gently and meticulously lifted his head, softly brushing through her lover's hair.

The nascent dawn cast its glow upon her face, marred by angry red marks, a startling blend of tenderness and grotesque horror.

"Bai Lang, oh, Bai Lang~ What do you imagine I am unwilling to do? I'd readily forsake the immortal path, unhesitatingly shedding my enmity to stand beside you, to love, revere, protect, and aid you.

My sole purpose has been to witness your descent, step by agonizing step, away from the mortal path.

To observe you extinguish your father and mother, your wife and children, all to safeguard that grotesque, laughable secret of yours from being exposed.

Hmm... Truly, your present visage is the most pleasing of all."

"Enemy..." Bai Yuanduo's eyes widened in utter disbelief, his form trembling with profound fear.

Ting Yan issued a sigh: "From your earliest days, your body was frail, afflicted in secret, fostering a dark disposition far surpassing that of your peers.

Consequently, you sought retribution in the desolate wilds, incinerating my entire kin.

Ah, and the face you despise so intensely? You yourself reduced it to ashes.

Bai Lang, have you not encountered the adage? When a fox returns, it is either to offer gratitude or to exact vengeance..."

Gazing upon her serene and affectionate smile, Bai Yuanduo felt as though his entire life had spiraled into an inescapable nightmare.

Ting Yan leisurely positioned the small blade in her hand upon the center of his forehead, lightly piercing through.

A fragment of the spirit platform fractured. Though the wound was minor, it inflicted an irreparable soul injury.

Bai Yuanduo could only perceive his soul slowly dissolving, merging with the fabric of the world – a protracted and agonizing end.

By the time his head was reunited with his body, his soul would have long since vanished, precluding any return to the cycle of reincarnation.

Ting Yan meticulously secured Bai Yuanduo’s head, offering a gentle smile to Qingzhi.

"My Bai Lang always believed himself astute, yet in truth, he was merely naive and foolish. Did he truly suppose you held such fascination in observing him inflict harm upon those he held dear with his own hands?

You were merely aware that I possessed the protection of the White Sun, utilizing his actions as a means to eliminate this source of calamity for me, all without incurring karma yourself.

You only stated that you wouldn't kill him today, but you made no mention of refraining from doing so tomorrow.

Given your prowess, locating us so swiftly implies you would never relinquish prey without drawing blood."

Ting Yan casually discarded the blood-stained blade, as if moments prior she had not just dispatched her beloved.

A faint, yet intensely engaging smile graced her lips as she turned her gaze towards Qingzhi.

"Very well, I have claimed your quarry. Are you now intending to dispatch me with your own hands?"

Qingzhi remained silent, his thumb tracing the rough texture of the knife's handle. His slender eyes were shadowed with gravity, lost in deep contemplation.

Qingzhi exhibited a flicker of surprise: "Do you indeed intend to handle this personally?"

When had the esteemed title of White Sun Cave Master become so disregarded?

The Taixuan Nine Classics embodied a spirit of righteousness that transcended fear, a sentiment she could somewhat comprehend.

He, a mere cultivator of the Sea Expansion Realm, appeared exceptionally shrewd, yet decidedly devoid of righteousness, certainly exhibiting no fear of death.

Ting Yan found herself uncertain whether he was feigning or attempting to leverage something from her.

Just as she prepared to break her silence, a sudden, searing pain erupted across her eye!

Without a moment's hesitation, Ting Yan endured the agonizing backlash, forcefully summoning a spiritual tail image, delivering a savage blow to the space directly ahead!

The potent recoil propelled her body a hundred meters away, narrowly evading the chilling blade that had been aimed directly at her throat.

Even so, that silent blade intent surged forth, extending over a hundred meters in an instant, ominously tracking her every movement!

It seemed to rise with the wind, carving a deep, bone-revealing gash across the cheek of the fox demon, Ting Yan.

Her heart throbbed violently, leaving her utterly speechless.

Such swiftness from a mere blade wielded by someone in the Sea Expansion Realm.

She was engulfed by the overwhelming force of the Sword Energy, as the figure standing like an unmoving statue within the forest promptly pursued.

Her spiritual image's tail was caught in his hand, halting Ting Yan's mid-air momentum instantly.

Qingzhi let out a chilling sneer and violently swung his arm.

Ting Yan felt an immense crushing force, like a colossal serpent constricting her, sending her plummeting to the ground as she immediately spewed blood.

Crunch, crunch.

Qingzhi advanced through the dislodged leaves, elevating her blood-splattered chin with the freezing point of his blade. A cold smile graced his lips as he spoke:

"As I stated before, I do not blindly adhere to my master's commands; I can indeed treasure life as he desires.

However, this is predicated on your life not being as valuable as my own. Yet, from my observation, an adversary possessing a heart like yours, if left until the very end, will undoubtedly become a significant threat to my master."