There were green mountains and clear waters, and a gentle breeze blew.
This was a nameless green mountain. The green vegetation was lush, and from time to time, the melodious chirping of birds could be heard.
At the peak of the green mountain, the grass was green. The body of the Goddess of Moon Frost lay on the ground. Her face was serene and calm, but the gash on her neck was too eye-catching. There was no sign of life around her.
The Soul-Destroying Blood Blade could kill all living things. Anyone killed by this blade would die with their soul destroyed.
Ye Xuan stood at the peak of the mountain. His entire body was covered by a primal chaos fog, and only his pair of melancholic eyes were quietly looking at the Fairy of the Moon Palace. Beside him, Zhu Rong was covered in blood and was bound by a black chain of light, unable to move at all.
"Sleep. Have a good sleep. When you wake up, there will be no more right and wrong in this world," Ye Xuan whispered hoarsely.
"Who are you?"
Zhurong asked in a low voice. He looked at Ye Xuan's back and felt that it was increasingly familiar. It was as if he had seen this person before, but he could not remember where.
Buzz!
He waved his hand and the void surged. A crystal coffin appeared. Ye Xuan did not seem to hear Zhurong's question. Instead, he gently placed the body of the Goddess of Moon Frost into the crystal coffin. Then, he put the crystal coffin into the Sumeru Space.
Whoosh!
A gust of wind blew, dispersing the fog around Ye Xuan. He finally turned his head slowly to look at Zhurong. At that moment, he revealed his original appearance.
Silence. Silence. A deathly silence.
When Ye Xuan's familiar face entered Zhu Rong's eyes, it also caused Zhu Rong to roar in anger. His entire body seemed to have lost its soul as he stood there in a daze. However, his trembling body betrayed his unstable state of mind.
"It's … it's you … it's you?"
After a dozen breaths, Zhurong screamed in horror. He no longer had the ferocity from before. He looked at Ye Xuan in shock.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible. Weren't you suppressed in the Western Pure Land by the Two Sages of the West? How could you have escaped from the Sages?"
Zhurong muttered in horror. He felt like he'd fallen into a nightmare, and he was unable to wake up no matter what. Because he was very clearly aware that during the battle between Ye Xuan and the Ancient Demon Court all those years ago, Ye Xuan had been suppressed by the two saints of the west, so it was utterly impossible for Ye Xuan to reappear in the three dimensions.
It was also at this moment that Zhurong gradually calmed down. He'd suddenly understood something!
Why were the Six Great Ancestors of Sorcery no match for him? Why were they defeated even after activating the Twelve Divine Beings Killing Formation? Why was he able to suppress him so easily?
It turned out that the other party was Ye Xuan, the Ye Xuan who had trampled on the two demonic emperors!
A person who couldn't even defeat the two demonic emperors, a person who even dared to attack the Sages, a person whose cultivation was unimaginably terrifying, and this person was Ye Tiandi, who was revered by the three dimensions.
Zhurong understood everything. An extremely bitter smile appeared on his face, and he secretly cursed himself for being too stupid. There were only a handful of people in the three dimensions who had such a terrifying cultivation, and Ye Xuan happened to be one of them.
"Zhurong, long time no see."
Ye Xuan spoke calmly. He waved his hand to remove the black chains on Zhurong's body. He didn't use any fierce means, but spoke to Zhurong as if he was an old friend.
At this moment, looking at Ye Xuan's calm face, Zhurong's expression turned heavy. He gradually calmed himself down, because he knew that he couldn't escape from Ye Xuan.
"Ye Tiandi really is something. You actually managed to escape from the two Sages of the West, and you even killed your way into the ancestral grounds of my Magi clan, slaughtering our people. You didn't even spare Chang 'e," Zhurong said with a strange voice. However, if one paid closer attention, they would discover that there was undisguised fear in his eyes as he looked at Ye Xuan.
Zhurong was extremely surprised. The Goddess of Guanghan and Ye Xuan had a great history. In the past, Ye Xuan had even married her. Why would he personally kill the Goddess of Guanghan? Was it because the Goddess of Guanghan was the Saintess of the Magi clan?
Suddenly, as soon as Zhurong finished speaking, the temperature in the surroundings plummeted, and it was like winter had descended. A cold gaze landed on Zhurong, and he couldn't help but shiver while extreme terror appeared in his heart.
Ye Xuan was extremely guilty of severing love and falling into the Demon's Heart. It was also one of his greatest regrets. Zhurong's words naturally touched Ye Xuan, and a terrifying killing intent rose in his heart.
However, this killing intent came and went quickly. In the blink of an eye, Ye Xuan calmed down.
"Fellow Taoist Zhurong, do you want to live or die?" Ye Xuan's killing intent dissipated. He spoke with great vicissitudes of life. He slowly walked to Zhurong's side and looked at him calmly.
Hearing Ye Xuan's words, Zhurong's expression changed. He didn't know what Ye Xuan was planning to do to him, but he obviously had his own reasons for not killing him immediately.
"So what if I want to die? So what if I want to live? "Zhurong raised his head to look at Ye Xuan and said in a deep voice.
"If you want to die, I'll kill you right here. From now on, there will be no more Ancestral Witch Zhurong in this world."
"If you want to live, I need you to answer a few of my questions. Then, I'll let you leave this place."
Ye Xuan's expression was calm. He looked up at the sky and muttered to himself as if he was talking about something very casual. However, when Zhurong heard it, his gaze suddenly turned sharp.
"Although I'm an Ancestral Witch, I naturally don't want to die. I wonder what Ye Tiandi wants to ask?" Zhurong said coldly.
"The first question is, where are the Candle Dragon and Dijiang now?" Ye Xuan retracted his gaze from the sky and looked at Zhurong again. His voice was hoarse and deep.
"The Candle Dragon and Dijiang?"
Hearing Ye Xuan's words, Zhurong was stunned. He then looked at Ye Xuan with a slightly strange expression. A disdainful smile appeared on his face.
"Ye Tiandi, looks like you also know that the most terrifying people among the Twelve Ancestral Witches are the Candle Dragon and Dijiang. Don't tell me that you want to defeat the Twelve Ancestral Witches one by one?"
Zhurong sneered and said, "But don't blame me for not telling you. The Candle Dragon and Dijiang control the power of time and space respectively. Even if you want to defeat them one by one, you won't be able to kill them because the power of time and space is the most unpredictable. Even a Saint can't do anything to them."
"Besides, Ye Tiandi, I have to warn you. Apart from the Candle Dragon and Dijiang, there's also the Ancestral Witch Houtu. You might not be able to defeat her alone. I advise you to stop thinking about the Witch Tribe. Otherwise, you'll definitely suffer the unimaginable wrath of the Witch Tribe in the future."
Zhurong's words were sharp, and he was trying to intimidate Ye Xuan. He was not lying, and he hoped that Ye Xuan would have some misgivings.
Ye Xuan frowned slightly as he watched Zhurong blabber on. He said, "Looks like you still don't understand your situation. I didn't want to make things difficult for you, but it looks like you won't tell me the answer I want if I don't teach you a lesson!"
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