“Yeah, Ying Bing hasn’t been seen since the beginning.
Where could she be?
At that moment, it seemed like Emperor Jingtai had a deep thought, causing the Jiangshan Yizhi Map to shift.
Channel change.
As the screen switched, a peculiar silence engulfed the Imperial Capital, just like the current You Shuo.
Having experienced a great battle, You Shuo was now heavily icebound, with ice sculptures standing tall everywhere.
At the edge of the abyss stood a figure, clad in dark clothing, flowing in the black frost, their sword reflecting both beauty and coldness.
The Moon Phoenix hovered behind her, surveying the depths.
Suddenly, a distorted shadow appeared behind her—almost like a short sword, as fast as a ghostly lightning bolt, slicing through the void and making faint ripples.
This sword emerging from the shadows had no shocking aura, no earth-shattering phenomena.
Instead, it was all about speed—the ultimate speed.
So fast that even the many swordsmen of the Tianshan Sword Manor were left utterly stunned.
Once that sword appeared, everyone felt the chilling dread as if even the consciousness souls were pinned deep in the abyss, swallowed by boundless darkness.
What a terrifying sword.
“It’s Seven Kills.”
Someone recognized the identity behind the living dead—it once was a renowned member of the Celestial Race.
It is said that the second of the Seven Kills, who created the Impermanence List, was guided by Seven Kills, leading to the inner scenery.
Who would have thought such a powerful Celestial would end up as a living dead?
As everyone worried how Ying Bing would handle it, they suddenly saw Jing Ning’s sword light flashing, shining like a bright moon.
It was indescribable, neither fast nor slow.
Call it slow, yet it arrived before one could notice; call it fast, yet it seemed to have swung out ages ago, revealing its edge only today.
Even the living dead couldn’t help but feel dazed.
He saw a stubborn young man in the Underground City, obsessively practicing sword techniques. Just one move, because he couldn’t afford to learn martial arts; he kneeled for three days and nights outside a swordmaster’s door to avenge his family slain by demons.
In the end, the swordmaster, moved by his plight, taught him a single move.
So, all the boy knew was this one move, and he practiced it thousands of times each day.
“Demons, d*e!”
The boy, hiding among the corpses, burst forth, sword’s edge shining brightly like his eyes.
And now.
That sword crossed time, heading straight for his brow.
No matter how fast his sword was, it couldn’t compare to his own earlier self from a hundred years ago.
“Did I….. k*ll….. myself?”
The living dead staggered, frozen into an ice sculpture, his relieved eyes gazing at the eternal night that enveloped You Shuo.
Maybe he finally saw a glimmer of light in that eternal night.
“Forty-eight.”
Ying Bing shook the silver dust off her sword, and the Moon Phoenix’s gaze scanned the land with her, seeming to check if there were any fish that slipped through the net.
After finding none, she furrowed her brows, looking towards the City of Divine Beings.
“Forty-eight? What does that mean?”
“I counted. It’s the number of ice sculptures.”
“Huh?”
“So while the bl**d God was busy in the City, Ying Bing took down You Shuo?”
Upon hearing this fact come from someone else, both those trained in martial arts and those not fell silent.
Seven Kills might be the best at hiding among the living dead, but that didn’t mean they were the strongest.
To be favored by the bl**d God and turned into a living dead had its thresholds; that ancestral god obviously didn’t want any loose ends.
But bind them together, and ultimately, before Ying Bing wore herself out, they all became ice sculptures.
They also turned everyone inside and outside the Imperial Capital into stone sculptures.
…
“What kind of sword technique is this? I’ve never seen anything like it, not even heard of it.”
Xie Xuan was touched by a knowledge blind spot, turning to Xie Yiding:
“You’re called the Sword Diagram; you must know something, right? Teach me.”
Xie Yiding’s reputation had a backstory.
It was said that his swordsmanship talent was second only to Shi Sujun, and even though he couldn’t create a personal style like other geniuses, his craftsmanship was truly peerless.
When one’s craftsmanship reaches a certain level, it becomes downright frightening.
His personal style was, in fact, to have no style; he could observe someone else’s technique and learn seventy to eighty percent with one glance, then spend time refining it until he surpassed the original.
Thus, Xie Yiding became known as the Living Sword Pavilion.
After a long silence, Xie Yiding finally said:
“I really can’t learn that.”
“….”
….
In the Palace of all Spirits.
Crack—
A delicate plum kiln blue porcelain tea cup shattered into pieces, slicing the woman’s delicate hand, leaving lines of cuts, yet no bl**d dripped.
Empress Chuge didn’t seem to feel an ounce of pain.
She stared intently at the Moon Phoenix in the Jiangshan Yizhi Map and the figure surrounded by it, her face as exquisite as a white porcelain jade pot, revealing hints of fierceness.
“It’s her, it has to be her…”
“I should have never entertained the thought of luck…”
If before, Empress Chuge was like someone wearing a human skin, now, just looking at Ying Bing made her seem as if her human skin was about to peel off.
“Your Majesty, you…”
The palace maid who just entered gasped, fearfully kneeling on the ground.
After a moment, the voice from above finally commanded:
“Prepare the Dragon Viewing Pavilion.”
“Yes.”
Without caring about the palace maid who felt relieved as if granted a reprieve, she boarded her soft litter and soon arrived at the imperial ancestral hall, the residence of the royal family.
It was an ancient little temple, standing in stark contrast to the surrounding red walls and blue tiles.
“What brings Your Majesty here?”
“Shi Sujun resembles her so much, it nearly caused a grave error, and now she’s come back in person.”
Empress Chuge fixed her gaze on the hat-wearing, colorless-faced green young man:
“Still playing dumb? Do you want her to peel off your skin herself?”
….
“I said Cold Fairy didn’t follow Young Hero Ke to the City of Heaven, right? Looks like they split up.”
“So are they both in on it?”
“No, the bl**d God knew about Ke Mo’s plan first and decided to play along. So when Ke Mo learned the other side was onto him, he decided to play along with their play.”
“Wait a minute, I’m feeling a bit dizzy…”
“If Cold Fairy returns to the City of Heaven and joins forces with Young Hero Ke to k*ll the Huanmo Sect’s ancestral god, wouldn’t that prematurely end the trial of divine beings?”
Now, everyone was on the same page.
Ying Bing had dealt with the living dead beside the bl**d God, and she still had some energy left.
Though not an emperor, Ke Mo’s control over the divine beings surpassed that of an emperor.
If they came together, how would the bl**d God respond?
But the problem is…
Why isn’t Cold Fairy moving?
“City of Heaven… which way is that again?”
Ying Bing bit her lip, realizing her so-called ‘City of Divine Beings direction’ seemed wrong.
She had come from the direction where the demons were getting stronger.
No one expected that the pure as an immortal, cold as a god, demon-kicking fairy…
Had gotten lost.
