Journey to the End of the Night Chapter 1641 - 992: Netherworld Crossing

Baili An retracted the foot he had stepped forward, not yet lifting his head to look at the Immortal on the Scale Stone, but his gaze had already turned icy cold.

The trembling, agitated Corpse Pearl within his chest clearly informed him that the one who had come was none other than Golden Immortal Feng Xu of Wei Jiang Mountain.

One of the Golden Immortals who had participated in the slaughter of the corpse demon royal family and sealed the Corpse King Jiang Chen.

If not for the blood of his fifteen brothers staining this hand, how could the Corpse Pearl pulsating with such vengeful anger?

Baili An pressed his palm against his chest, forcibly suppressing the trembling of that Corpse Pearl.

Speaking of which, besides the blood feud over his fifteen brothers.

The recent blood debt over the seven sacrificed members of the Demon Alliance in the city, how should that be settled?

Baili An did not expect that Golden Immortal Feng Xu would arrive so quickly; before the auction was even underway, he was drawn by those six Divine Talismans.

It seems the value of those Divine Talismans far exceeded what Baili An had anticipated.

Beneath the altar, a crowd saw the Golden Immortal’s arrival, trembling in reverence, and like wild grasses bowing in the wind, they knelt down in swathes.

Even Fang You and Fang Chi bent slightly, greeting him respectfully.

Baili An turned his body, raising his eyes to look at the white-haired, youthful-looking Golden Immortal atop the Scale Stone, but his demeanor was unusually calm.

"I wonder since when did the Golden Immortals in heaven take up the trade of a robber?"

"Insolence!" The Golden Immortal’s authority pressed down like a mountain, and his ancient, time-worn voice seemed to rumble through space like thunder.

The pressure around Baili An suddenly increased, his body felt extraordinarily heavy, as if a tremendous force was compelling him to kneel.

It crushed him painfully, as if he had been run over by a giant ship.

Yet, no matter how overwhelming the Golden Immortal’s presence was, beneath Baili An’s flesh was the skeleton of a Venerable Immortal.

How could mere presence suppress him?

Golden Immortal Feng Xu, seeing the boy still standing in place, frowned slightly. Under the gaze of the crowd, he ultimately did not deign to make another move.

He gazed down at Baili An, eyes cold, and said, "Xue Fu was born on Zhonghua Snow Mountain, born with an immortal’s body as a Divine Talisman Master, and the Immortals of Heaven are under the Immortal Venerable’s command.

The Immortal Venerable is merciful, using the Spirit Talismans that Xue Fu created in life to benefit the mortals and residents of Shifang City.

The power of the Divine Talisman is not trivial. The Immortal Venerable gave strict orders that whenever an Immortal like Xue Fu creates a Divine Talisman,

after its owner dies, to avoid the talismans being contested and left ownerless, causing disaster, they must be handed over to the Emperor of Heaven. No one else should covet or touch them!"

Upon hearing this, Fang You’s expression changed slightly.

He thought that if Ji Xinnian acquired the Divine Talisman, even though he was an outsider,

since he wished to marry Fang Geyu, the talisman would eventually end up in his family’s hands.

Yet, who expected these six Divine Talismans to draw Golden Immortal Feng Xu to the world, and from his attitude, he seemed intent on reclaiming these six Divine Talismans for Heaven.

In this way, these six Divine Talismans would completely slip through Shifang City’s fingers.

Fang You’s face turned increasingly sullen and ugly, but he still raised his head to look at Golden Immortal Feng Xu under immense heavenly pressure, gritted his teeth, and said:

"Lord Feng Xu, your words are incorrect. Even though Immortal Venerable Zhu Zhan indeed ordered that all Divine Talismans created by my wife Xue Fu after her passing belong to Heaven,

the Scale Stone inherently awakens talent in talismanic arts; these six Divine Talismans should have naturally awakened in this child.

If you insist on forcibly removing them, it will cause immense harm to the human body, which goes against the Heavenly Dao..."

Golden Immortal Feng Xu, however, had no patience to listen to the city lord’s speech.

He, bored, casually cast a bolt of lightning, which struck past Fang You’s shoulder.

A terrifying fissure instantly appeared at his feet, with terrifying energy churning out of the crack like a tidal wave, just the residual power affected him.

Fang You’s hanging wrist burst open with a blood wound, his expression shocked, and he dared not continue speaking.

From the lightning means, it was clear that Golden Immortal Feng Xu came with a clear purpose, not to discuss reason with anyone.

Finding Fang You fallen silent, Feng Xu’s lightning-entwined fingertips relented, not inflicting more difficulty, and said indifferently:

"If Immortal Xue Fu were here, she would have the authority to debate right and wrong with me.

Mortal Fang You, you are but a mediocrity seeking a woman’s shelter to gain rights on the immortal path.

If not for respecting the Zhonghua Immortal Manor’s Lord, you... have no right to speak to me."

What arrogance, dismissing everyone.

As a Golden Immortal, he indeed has the leverage to look down upon others and dismiss them.

In this vast Shifang City, the Scale Stone beneath him was not enormous, yet Feng Xu standing there naturally exuded a profound, majestic aura.

The principles of the Mortal World, how could they bind an Immortal who had long transcended the secular?

He coldly regarded Baili An, his indifferent tone carried a hint of patronizing mercy:

"Surrender the Divine Talismans voluntarily, or I will personally extract your Divine Soul, your choice."

Beneath the altar, seeing the situation develop to this point, Mu Yunye’s gloomy emotions in his eyes inexplicably vanished.

He couldn’t help but glance at Fang Geyu, whose face was unpredictable in the carriage, and gave a faint smile.

"I wonder, Miss Fang San, witnessing this scene, how does it make you feel?"

Fang Geyu didn’t spare him a glance, lounging with her hand supporting her cheek, looking at the altar with a sneer:

"Immortal Lord Mu only can use the misfortunes of others to patch up your pathetic, inferior self-esteem."