Journey to the End of the Night
Chapter 68 - 68 68 Blood Crystal

68: Chapter 68: Blood Crystal 68: Chapter 68: Blood Crystal On usual days, she still knew to call herself “disciple” in front of Wen Yu, yet now that Lin Guiyuan is dead in a strange place, she turns coquettish, constantly saying “people”!

Baili An followed the team of the Corpse Tide and sea demons to this place.

However, looking at the attitudes of Wen Yu and his disciple, along with the many disciples of the Righteous Sects in the mountains, there was not the slightest reaction.

They did not seem afraid at all, continuing with their tasks at hand as if they had already grown accustomed to this.

On the other hand, the group of villagers who had narrowly escaped death with Baili An huddled together, crying out for their parents, clearly terrified by the horrifying scene before them.

And these wildly frenzied demons and Evil Ghosts, after entering the Mountain Realm, circled around them incessantly.

Even though their eyes were filled with a deadly light due to hunger, for some unknown reason, as if restrained by some invisible command, they had to suppress the ferocity in their eyes and did not pounce on the crowd to tear them apart.

Baili An likewise meandered aimlessly in circles around the central area with the Corpse Tide.

Out of the corner of his eye,

Beneath a certain ancient tree, two charred figures stood with swords in their arms, their gazes emotionless as they swept through the crowd of corpses and demons.

Baili An’s pupils constricted sharply at this sight; he quickly lowered his head to conceal the shock in his eyes.

How could this be?!

It was Yang Zhao and Huang Kang?!

Hadn’t those two died?

Baili An refused to believe that with their level of cultivation, they could have survived Jin Sheng’s Thunder Summoning Evil strike.

In fact, he had been completely certain that both were devoid of life when he pushed aside their bodies.

But what was the situation now?!

Here they stood, very much alive, and oddly enough, they seemed to be getting along quite harmoniously with everyone else here.

And Jin Sheng, whom they had greatly revered just a few days ago, was now blood-stained and trapped against an ancient tree, bound tightly by countless talismanic ropes.

At that moment, with his head drooping and unconscious, the faint rise and fall of his chest told Baili An he was still alive.

His Yuanli Sword, ranked thirteenth, lay quietly in its black-gold scabbard, being fiddled with indecisively in Wen Yu’s hands.

Wen Yu sprawled carelessly on a Taishi Chair woven from green vines, twirling the Yuanli Sword in one hand while indulgently pinching Wen Zhendong’s nose with the other.

He laughed, “This Golden Crow Vine is indeed extraordinary.

Even I cannot fathom its origin or rank.

Since it has recognized its master, it naturally does not respond to the summoning of your Spiritual Power.

However, it’s not a problem.

That little beast has been beheaded by your hand and thrown into the Blood River.

The mark of the vine’s recognition must fade away soon.

There is plenty of time.

If you like the Golden Crow Vine, what’s the harm in me giving it to you?”

Wen Yu spoke with grandiosity, but his thoughts were sneaky.

He thought to himself: The origin of this Golden Crow Vine is unclear, yet its Spiritual Power is extraordinary, unlike anything from the Mortal World.

It looks like it might be an object from the Immortal World or the Divine Realm.

If kept close, it may bring disaster.

Moreover, several times the violent power that erupted from the Golden Crow Vine had almost injured him, which was truly dangerous.

But discarding it would be such a waste.

Instead, why not let his female disciple take good care of it?

After all, she entirely belonged to him.

If the ownership mark dissipated and he comprehensively understood the wonderful uses of the Golden Crow Vine, then it would not be too late to take it back.

If it brought disaster, that would also be an easy matter; he could push everything onto this disciple and clear himself of any involvement.

Wen Zhendong is utterly blind to the truth.

The person who truly cherished her and carefully treasured her in his heart, she discarded like worn-out shoes, treating him as an enemy, even going so far as to behead him herself.

While Wen Yu, who dealt with her falsely and hypocritically, easily coaxed her into compliance with a few gentle, sweet words.

At once, she beamed with happiness and planted a firm kiss on Wen Yu’s face: “Master, you’re so good!”

Compared to when they first met, even though Wen Yu and his disciple occasionally behaved ambiguously, they never dared to be so blatantly bold due to mortal decencies.

The other disciples of the Righteous Sects clearly saw this but subtly dodged their eyes, not daring to show too much emotion, apparently resigned to following Wen Yu’s lead.

And Young Master Meng, who had once saved them through hardships from the endless sea of suffering, for some reason, had also become a prisoner at the foot of the tree, bound by talismanic ropes just like Jin Sheng, deprived of his freedom.

Only, he was not as seriously injured as Jin Sheng.

Aside from his slightly disheveled clothes and having been stripped of his horsetail whisk and sword, he had not been treated too harshly.

Now and then, young disciples would come forward to offer him whispered words of comfort, and bring him food and water, but they were met with a spit in the face from Young Master Meng.

The disciples’ faces turned awkward, as if guilty, they avoided Young Master Meng’s piercing questions and retreated.

The silver moon hung high, and a Gale blew in their faces.

If the gathering of the Corpse Tide and sea demons was a horrifying sight that brought despair,

then the current scene was chilling to the bone.

Lin Guiyuan had a moment of compassion, saving Wen Yu and his disciple; however, it had not brought him gratitude or love, but disaster instead.

The Mountain Father, weary from command, had opened up the Boundary of the mountain realm, unwilling to let mortal Dao friends perish under sea demon Yin Crow.

Yet what followed was a bloodbath!

Suddenly, the night wind grew fierce, and the cloudy sky covered the silver moon, carrying a blood-scented wind that turned into a Gale, mournful, as if brewing a storm.

The sky changed colors, and from within the crowd, someone looked up at the imposing sky with a hint of fear and swallowed nervously.

Even Wen Yu, who had been playing with the Yuanli Sword, abruptly stood up from the Taishi Chair.

His gaze shifted ominously as he glanced at the sky before looking nervously toward the direction of the lake.

Following Wen Yu’s gaze, many others also cast their eyes in that direction.

Baili An wobbled through the Corpse Tide, lifting his bowed head slightly to look toward the lake without drawing attention.

However, the scene he saw made his paralyzed heart tremble fiercely.

The originally quiet and clear lake was no longer stagnant, but completely drained.

Beneath the deep lake bed, only slightly damp and soft silt remained.

The ten-mile area of the lake was utterly devoid of water, emptied out completely!

Next to the lake was a huge, bottomless fissure as if split by a sword.

On the other side of the fissure connected the Blood River where Lin Guiyuan had been abandoned.

This Blood River did not exist when Baili An had left the Mountain Realm.

He followed the stench upstream.

The majestic Divine Mansion, floating in mid-air, had been slashed in half.

The stronghold was left desolate and in ruins, without the mountain treasures or legacy Wen Yu had mentioned.

Only a Blood Crystal Stone, as long as an adult’s arm and half a meter wide, loomed within it.