bayedsolid Chapter 396 The Love and Career of a Beautiful Immortal 17
Chapter 396 The Love and Career of a Beautiful Immortal 17
The moment Sui Si stepped into the nineteenth level of hell, a chilling aura surged forth from his body.
The Frost Soul Sword in his hand was like a moving iceberg, its bone-chilling cold almost freezing the entire Sea of Karmic Fire into ice.
He had imagined what the nineteenth level of hell would look like countless times.
My mind is filled with images of hideous and terrifying demons baring their fangs and claws, scalding lava surging like rolling waves, or a sinister-looking hellish ruler lurking within.
However, the scene before him was far beyond his expectations.
What came into view was a solemn and majestic palace, yet unusually quiet.
The palace doors slowly closed behind him with a dull thud, further emphasizing the deathly silence of the space.
Inside the hall, there were no ordinary lights, but eerie blue ghost flames floated in the air, like the eyes of ghosts, emitting a strange and faint light.
These ghostly flames drifted lazily, illuminating the layers of bookshelves piled high with yellowed bamboo slips and scrolls, each exuding the vicissitudes of time.
In the very center of this palace, a tall and slender figure stood quietly, his back to Sui Si.
The man's fingers were gently brushing over an open Book of Life and Death, the movement delicate.
The man did not turn around, but merely chuckled softly, the sound echoing gently in the empty palace:
"The Arctic Emperor, trespassing into Hell is a grave sin."
The voice was extremely cold, as if it carried the chilling winds of the depths of hell, yet it also carried a faint, almost imperceptible weariness, as if it had weathered countless years of vicissitudes.
Upon hearing this, Sui Si felt a chill run down his spine and instinctively tightened his grip on the Frost Soul Sword.
The sword trembled slightly, and the blade emitted a soft buzzing sound, as if it were alert to the impending danger, or as if it were resonating with the mysterious atmosphere in some strange way.
He had never seen the Lord of Hell in person, yet the voice sounded strangely familiar.
It was as if it had echoed in his ears countless times in some distant and hazy dream.
"Follow me."
Sui Si took a deep breath and slowly opened his mouth, his tone filled with unwavering certainty.
The name, uttered from his lips, seemed to carry a special power.
The man finally turned around slowly.
Before me was a face completely different from Sui Si's.
If Sui Si is a deity formed from frost and snow, exuding a cold and aloof aura that makes him difficult to approach, then Jun Suibian is a soul tempered in the netherworld, with a hint of languid weariness in his eyes, seemingly nonchalant, but in reality unfathomable.
His long hair was not tied up, but casually draped down his back like black silk.
He wore a long black robe embroidered with dark gold spider lily patterns, which shone with a mysterious and captivating luster under the glow of the ghostly blue flames.
The cuffs were slightly rolled up, revealing pale, jade-like wrists, adding a touch of casualness and unruliness.
What made Sui Si's pupils shrink slightly was that Jun Sui's fingertips were holding an ice crystal.
The ice crystals were crystal clear and pure, with a faint shimmering light within them; they were fragments of Ran Cang's remnant soul.
"you know me?"
Jun Sui raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. His tone was playful, as if he found Sui Si's reaction quite amusing.
Sui Si didn't answer his question, but stared intently at the ice crystal in his hand, a sudden chill rising in his eyes, like frost on a cold night:
“Give her soul back.”
His voice was deep and cold, carrying an unyielding force.
Jun chuckled softly, the sound echoing eerily within the palace.
With a flick of his finger, the ice crystal vanished instantly, as if it had never existed.
He walked slowly toward Sui Si, each step as if he were stepping on invisible stairs, his movements elegant and composed, until he was only one step away from Sui Si.
The air between the two seemed to freeze, filled with a tense atmosphere as if they were about to clash.
"return?"
Jun Sui tilted his head slightly, a half-smile curving his lips, a cunning glint in his eyes.
"Sui Si, what makes you think I'd help you?"
His voice was soft, yet it was like a sharp dagger, piercing straight into Sui Si's heart.
Sui Si raised his sword without hesitation, a flash of cold light, pointing directly at Jun Sui's throat.
The chill emanating from the sword caused a thin layer of frost to form in the surrounding air.
"I can cleave this hell in two with a single sword."
His words were resounding, full of determination and domineering power, as if he could truly turn this hell into dust if he wanted to.
Jun Sui looked at the sword tip so close to him, but instead of feeling any fear, he chuckled softly.
He slowly raised his hand, his fingertips gently touching the Frost Soul Sword.
Strangely, the powerful sword trembled slightly, as if suppressed by some invisible and powerful force, emitting a humming sound that could not bear the burden.
"His temper hasn't changed at all."
Jun Sui sighed softly, his tone carrying a hint of nostalgia, as if recalling a distant and beautiful past.
This startled Sui Si, and a sense of doubt arose in his heart.
Jun Sui withdrew his hand, turned around and walked deeper into the hall. His figure appeared somewhat illusory under the reflection of the ghostly blue flames.
His voice came softly:
"Come with me, Emperor of the North Pole."
I can tell you any truth you want to know.
He paused, as if remembering something, and added:
"Including...why I know you."
The voice seemed to possess a magical power, drawing Sui Si involuntarily to follow it. A secret concerning the fate of the three realms seemed about to be slowly revealed in this mysterious hellish palace.
Jun Sui's fingertips slowly traced across the void, as if tearing open a rift in space and time.
In an instant, a bamboo scroll emitting a faint glow slowly unfolded before the two of them, the glow appearing particularly eerie in the dim hell.
On the bamboo slips, densely packed dark script, like writhing serpents, floated in the air, each stroke oozing with blood-red data.
Upon closer inspection, these data streams are the broken prayers that believers discarded in the electronic wooden fish, as if they are telling the story of their past piety and present loss.
"Look carefully."
Jun Sui's voice was deep and solemn. He flicked his finger, and an invisible force shattered the bamboo slip.
Instantly, the fragments transformed into countless fluorescent blue dots, like fireflies on a summer night, scattering and dancing in hell.
"These divine beings, which were marked as redundant data by the Heavenly Dao, are all being reshaped in the Hell Furnace."
His words carried a hint of helplessness and indignation, as if he were denouncing the ruthlessness of fate.
Sui Si gripped the Frost Soul Sword tightly, and the blade suddenly emitted a sharp buzzing sound, as if it had received some kind of intense stimulation.
The image of Ran Cang disappearing was reflected on the hilt of the sword. Those stardust that should have been annihilated in the cosmic dust were now shimmering in the light, as if unwilling to vanish.
Sui Si's gaze was fixed on these points of light.
He discovered that the fate lines altered by Jun Sui using the Book of Rebirth were like a fine net, disguising Ran Cang's remnant soul as data of an evil ghost, successfully deceiving the ruthless cleansing process of Heaven.
When did you begin planning?
Sui Si's voice trembled slightly, and the tassels on his crown trembled gently with his emotions.
His gaze pierced through the points of light, as if he saw the moment when Xuanming was digitized.
That day was the day Ran Cang's soul was scattered and his spirit was destroyed. What secrets were hidden within it?
Suddenly, an ice lantern flew out from Jun Sui's sleeve. The ice lantern was crystal clear, like a treasure from a dream.
The wick of the lamp was actually a strand of dark hair, which looked particularly poignant under the dim light.
"From the first time you shielded that girl from the heavenly tribulation."
Jun Sui's voice was soft, yet filled with endless memories. The flickering lamplight reflected the scene of Kunlun Ruins ten thousand years ago:
The young Sui Si held the unconscious Ran Cang tightly in his arms, his eyes filled with determination and tenderness.
Meanwhile, hidden in the shadows, Jun Sui was carefully altering her Book of Fate with a judge's pen in hand.