Chapter 340 - 340 338 Soulless Lonely Soul

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340: Chapter 338: Soulless Lonely Soul 340: Chapter 338: Soulless Lonely Soul Baili An immediately summoned the Autumnwater Sword and chased to the riverside. The river exuded the cold aura of the Netherworld, eroding the marrow, and the previously clear waters were now murkier than ink. A woman was washing her feet by the river, the water reaching her knees, dressed in bright red garments, her pale skin contrasting with her delicately understated makeup. As a gentle, clear rain fell around her, she hummed an ancient tune, creating an ethereal beauty amidst the misty rain. Suddenly, she turned around and looked towards Baili An, her gaze hollow, her eyes unblinking, devoid of emotion she said, “Fall into the River of Oblivion, walk the Path of the Netherworld, dreams shatter at the other shore, souls enter the quiet tomb.” Despite her intricate makeup, her features were forgettable, lending her an eerie, empty presence. Baili An sharply caught the deathly livor behind her ears, her bright red skirt trailing on the water, spreading a pool of blood-red color. Their gazes briefly met, and Baili An said gravely, “The Netherworld and the River of Oblivion are paths for the deceased. The living have not yet passed, I beg a favor to borrow this path to bring her back.” The female ghost stared deeply at him, saying nothing, her legs gently swaying in the water, the blood color deepening. Stirred by something, a long strand of black hair spread out from the water like creeping ivy. Baili An stepped into the mass of black hair, his ankles tightly bound by the wet, long strands. A great force came, pulling him into the cold waters. Once immersed in the cold aquatic world, Baili An pointed his sword finger firmly on his temple, summoning twin strands of clear Sword Intent to sever the black yin breath in the river before him. Following the force of the black hair, it didn’t take long before he saw a mass of black hair, dark as ink, tightly coiling around Su Jing, dragging her towards the riverbed. The Autumnwater Sword trembled and, slipping from his hand, transformed into a beam of light piercing through the water. The black hair floated in the water like seaweed, a cold, pale face emerging from between the strands. Her lips red and cracked, her pupils darkly doubled—it was a woman’s face. She opened her blood-red mouth at the approaching Autumnwater Sword and screamed silently. There was no sound, yet Baili An felt a piercing pain in his ears and heart, the spiritual power of the Autumnwater Sword scattering. With no choice, Baili An had to recall it and, controlling the sword underwater, pursued urgently. The hair was coiled tightly around Su Jing, her white garments like a solitary, withered cold flower swaying on the riverbed. Her sleeping face was pale like frost, like snow. Serene and beautiful. Yet it no longer conveyed a powerful presence, instead, she seemed so fragile and defenseless. Once a cold and powerful woman, she now had no ability to resist, even the Emotion Slayer Sword she carried, which had once intimidated all kinds of demons, was trapped in its sheath, its edge unseen. The river water was silent. Baili An furrowed his brow, retrieving the Autumnwater Sword into the jade-like water. Accompanied by a bird-like chirp, the Vermilion Bird coffin emerged, its red pattern blazing brightly like a solitary flame in the dark riverbed. The fiery eyes of the red bird dazzled brilliantly. With a strong thrust of his palm, he slammed the Vermilion Bird coffin towards the female demon. As expected, the demon disguised within the black hair showed a look of fearful aversion, and swiftly withdrew her face back into the strands. The black hair in the water touched by the Vermilion Bird coffin ignited like silk cotton soaked in Tung Oil, bursting into flames instantly. The water surged, the black hair tightly coiled around Su Jing suddenly loosening. Freed from the demonic power, Su Jing floated up towards the surface like a feather of negligible weight. Baili An cut off the black hair at his wrist and swam towards Su Jing, embracing her delicate and soft waist, looking at her pale face, he couldn’t help but grasp her wrist to check her pulse. This check revealed a near death condition. Yet, no fatal injuries could be seen on her body, what could have caused such weakness? It wasn’t a physical injury… A sudden realization dawned on Baili An, his fingers formed a sword gesture and touched on Su Jing’s forehead, a strand of spiritual power slowly entered her Spirit Mansion. Whether Cultivators or ordinary humans, all souls reside in the Spirit Mansion within the Divine Treasure. He had thought that with his Sea Expansion Realm cultivation, he would certainly not be able to invade the mental world of a major Chengling Realm Cultivator like Su Jing in one go. He had even prepared for her Divine Soul’s backlash. Yet unexpectedly, it went incredibly smoothly. The reason was not complex; Su Jing’s Divine Soul was extremely weak, having almost no soul protecting her Spirit Mansion. Three Souls and Seven Spirits, she barely had one Spirit left to maintain her body from decay. Baili An was shaken. Where had her Three Souls and Six Spirits gone? No wonder Su Jing, born with a yin body, could normally rely on the strength of her soul and her rich spiritual power to keep hundreds of ghosts at bay. Now relying on just a waning Spirit, her empty shell was naturally tempting to countless Ghosts and demons. It was now clear to Baili An that, at this moment, even a minor ghost with a bit of cultivation could seize and possess her body. At this point, he understood clearly that any further effort to save her would merely save an empty shell possessing but a single soul. No matter how much her body is nursed or how many precious spiritual elixirs she took, unless her other Three Souls and Six Spirits returned, Su Jing would never wake up. Carrying her on his back was like holding a lamp in the endless darkness, attracting countless moths and fireflies. As this thought settled in his mind, the dark river water around him started glittering with numerous green eyes shimmering with a malicious greed, swarming from all directions, their claws bared as if ready to pounce and devour everything. Even more terrifying, in that deep riverbed world, something even more horrifying seemed to be awakening, scenting a fatally alluring aroma emitting from Su Jing. After an unknown number of silent years, a giant muffled heartbeat echoed, driving all the yin spirits and demons in the river to show frenzied excitement in their eyes. Every inch of water was caught in an unsettling quiver. What to do? Baili An was trapped in a desperate situation. He glanced at the pale woman sleeping peacefully in his arms. Holding her, in the silent underwater world, they seemed so insignificant. This woman named Su Jing. Once she had pierced his chest with a sword. Once she had thrown him into a deadly realm. Perhaps when she awoke, she would still seek to eliminate demons and uphold the way of the Immortals, slaying the corpse demon unacceptable to the world. He had saved her and carried her all this way. He had done all that duty required. An empty vessel—why continue to hold on? To not know when her Three Souls and Six Spirits would return could make his dedication a joke; perhaps her soul was already scattered and devoured by the Fierce Ghosts of Ghost Mountain. When that last Spirit could no longer sustain the body and weakened away, this body would return to decay, and all would turn to dust. All he was doing now seemed meaningless. Deep in the darkness, that unknown, mysterious pressure was drawing closer, like a terrifying giant spirit awakening from even more ancient times. Its long hunger made each heartbeat seem like it was explicitly narrating its dreadful feeding needs. At this moment, if he just let go lightly, she would sink into another world invisible to him. Those scenting yin beings would also pursue her frenziedly. He would return unharmed. She would no longer exist. The world of Cultivation was just so cruel. The clear sound of flowing water brushed past his ears. As if he had found enough mental comfort, Baili An looked deeply once more at the beautiful face of the woman in his arms, then slowly closed his eyes. It wasn’t clear if he couldn’t bear to look any longer or for some other reason. The hand that lay on her waist… slowly loosened. Yet, the woman in his arms still remained there, her dark, long hair subtly floating in the cold water like beautiful seaweed, their hair strands tangling together. Her powerless hands hung down, one of them, at some point, had naturally wrapped around his waist, smoothly grabbing his belt. Just like Baili An had carried her all the way. Baili An didn’t open his eyes, as if he hadn’t noticed anything. Yet, she slowly opened her beautiful, serene eyes.

Chapter 340 - 340 338 Soulless Lonely Soul

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