Imperial Treasure

The sound of bones cracking, and the pressure of the air being crushed, could naturally be detected by Sui Yi as well. Her expression didn’t change, only her eyebrows slightly lowered.

There are always some people in this world who, when angry, must see blood.

The beautiful frosty flower sea on the ground absorbed a touch of blood.

Yi Dao watched as blood oozed from the fingers holding his blade...the blood was involuntarily drawn out.

And Sui Yi saw silver streaks flowing at the corners of the eyes of the person holding her chin, like flowers, or like snowfall on the eve of slaughter.

"I raised you, taught you divine skills and techniques, so that you could stand with me in this world and share the supreme power."

"But what did you repay me with?"

The hand clutching her face slid down, landing on her neck.

Five fingers came together, her lips brushed past her cheek and rested at her ear.

"I was afraid you’d be lonely, so I created these little puppets to arrange this desolate world, gave you the prosperity you see."

"But you fell for a worthless person."

Her eyes and lips shivered with a chilling presence, as the fingers gripping Sui Yi’s neck slightly exerted force, fingers pressing into the delicate skin without drawing blood.

A killing intent?

Yes, an omnipresent killing intent, a resentment of failure, a sorrow that couldn’t be killed, yet all of it was calm.

This calmness could not withstand any disturbance; once disturbed, it would be an upheaval.

—I created the worldly prosperity for you, so you wouldn’t be lonely, but you favored an ordinary mortal beneath the fireworks.

You were moved.

You were in love.

Where does that leave me?

Shen Zhiyue did not breathe, but the trembling in her tone and the ever-shifting silver aura emanating from her body evoked her ever-changing yet struggling killing intent.

"A dignified Primordial Spirit, moved by a mere mortal body, violating the primal iron rule. As the First Spirit, I bestow this Ninefold Reincarnation upon you, as you deserve."

The Ninefold Reincarnation you deserve.

Reincarnation.

Chu Yezui and Li Luo both instinctively trembled in the gaze.

But at this moment, Sui Yi, bound by Shen Zhiyue, did not resist at all, only reaching out to gently hold her hand, as if a patch of ice was spreading in her pupils, melting into water.

With this change in gaze, her aura also subtly shifted.

The aura of the witch thickened, and in a fleeting moment, Sui Yi’s eyes closed and opened, her body enveloped in a hazy white mist.

High Priest.

The first real face-to-face encounter between the High Priest and Shen Zhiyue.

Only such a confrontation of aura could match Shen Zhiyue’s shared dominion.

But their auras conflicted.

Wu Jue watched with cold eyes, gaze deep and somber.

The High Priest looked at Shen Zhiyue, with an unspeakable sorrow in her eyes.

"I have never resisted the punishment of the Ninefold Demon Tower."

"It’s just that this is between you and me, this world of humanity..."

Shen Zhiyue glanced at her and instead smiled. The true High Priest appeared, yet she withdrew her hand, her body drifting back, vast and cold silver currents swirling for a thousand miles, seemingly immortal gods descending from the Divine Capital.

She stood on the void of the Nine Heavens.

"That cur offended you, his son tempted you, leading your heart astray. Seizing that royal court’s prosperity is just the beginning."

"People were crafted by my hands."

"Life and death lie at my whim!"

"The chaos and destruction of this human world are things they deserve."

Shen Zhiyue lowered her head, looking down on the High Priest.

"If you wish to stop me, then just like nine thousand years ago, fight me and see if you can still drive that Arrow of the Witch Emperor into my heart."

She flicked her hand, a canopy of black clouds covering the sky, thunderstorm breaking out.

"This time, I will show no mercy."

The torrential rain assaulted, the High Priest looking up at the tumbling thunder, raindrops falling on her face, rolling down as she watched her leave.

The spatial barrier twisting.

The sky tore open with ferocious rifts, though healing, it signified a significant reduction in the thickness of the spatial barrier.

Through her eyes, the chaotic spatial tunnel was clearly visible.

The earth began to shake and tremble.

All were still confined, seemingly stone sculptures, leaving only her and Wu Jue.

"Imperial Crown."

She turned her head, seeing the Shadow Wall also shrouded by dark clouds, thunder roaring.

It was the day before she went to the Ninefold Demon Tower.

He stood, bathed in blood, outside the gate, rain washing over him, blood flowing.

The arm with most of its flesh stripped was bone white.

He looked at her inside the gate.

The gate opened, she stood at the entrance, watching him through the rain.

"Jun Yuqing, I once thought of killing you."

This cold sentence flowed over the rain-washed ground.

He wasn’t annoyed, nor angry, only softly asked: "Did you...regret it?"

Regret?

Why avoid him, she knew, because of the suppression.

Any stirring was wrong.

She knew what kind of dire consequences would ensue, preventing it beforehand, she would personally stifle its inception.

But indeed, there was a stirring.

Feelings, not yet deeply entrenched, but indeed arising with no clear reason.

She couldn’t prevent its beginning.

So did she regret it?

Regret saving him, or regret not being able to kill him...

The High Priest was silent for a moment, eventually trembled lips, hardened her heart.

"Yes."

A single "yes" that not even the thunderous roar could drown out.

His body shook slightly.

The timely arrival of Jiang Chenyu saw the emperor on the Shadow Wall, unyielding even before Shen Zhiyue, staggering with his grievously wounded body. Finally, trembling, he took three steps back, half-kneeling on the ground and kowtowed.

"Then please, Your Majesty, forget it."

Some ****, if everyone says it’s wrong, then it inevitably shouldn’t begin.

Such was the situation with him and the High Priest.

It cannot begin.

"Cannot begin..." The High Priest caressed the cold Shadow Wall, brushing past the lonely figure stumbling away in the heavy rain, turning to look at Jiang Chenyu.

"Little Fish, do you want this kind of ****?"

"You’re luckier than me; at least you are free."

Such desolate and quiet words made the already exhausted and injured Jiang Chenyu grip a branch, leaning on the Cherry Tree.

Lucky?

She once resented it.

But realized that her love and hate were relatively free.

While the High Priest she envied was the most unfree person in the world.

"Turns out you’re worse off than I am... High Priest..."

"Then I feel balanced psychologically."

Jiang Chenyu smiled, opened her mouth, and a mouthful of black blood flowed out.

The black blood fell to the ground, corroding a patch.

Poisonous.

Su Zimu and the others had regained mobility, and upon coming to their senses, they saw Jiang Chenyu spitting blood and noticed that her once beautiful and refined face was beginning to be marked with hideous black lines, the skin wrinkling, starting to wither...

What is going on!

Although Gong Jiu and others resisted Jiang Chenyu’s opposition to Sui Yi, thinking carefully, she had warned them during the Beauty Gu, and calculating their group, not a single one had fallen, contrasting with other forces’ losses, something was clear.

Why did she do this?

Jiang Chenyu herself didn’t know why she did it. If she wanted the will of the Shadow Wall, she had thousands of better ways to achieve it, if she wanted to oppose the High Priest, she had countless opportunities before, why wait till now...

So, what was it for?

Perhaps merely to prove that the High Priest was worse off than her.

She leaned against the tree trunk, stunned as she saw the bark blacken under her touch, then stood up straight.

Black blood flowed from her feet.

A stench filled the air.

Aging, rotting, ugly.

She looked at the High Priest.

Her eyes were clear as water.

Before the High Priest could walk over.

"Don’t come over... You once said that the fates of people in this world are predetermined, nine thousand years ago I should have perished with the Medicine King Valley, the reason I’ve lingered all these years was just drinking his blood... Nine thousand years... this body should have rotted long ago... High Priest, can I ask you one more question?"

The High Priest was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"Ask away."

Jiang Chenyu squinted her eyes, smiled.

"Did you and he ever have the pleasure of flesh and water?"

The question caught everyone by surprise.

Not only were Su Zimu and the others stunned, but even Wu Jue raised an eyebrow.

Jiang Chenyu... appearances can be deceiving.

Shen Zhiyue wouldn’t ask such a question, but perhaps that’s because she assumes the answer.

The High Priest wasn’t shy or angry, just frowned lightly.

"My body, touches upon the rules... humans cannot touch."

Jiang Chenyu was taken aback, then laughed out loud.

And the mortals present: (⊙﹏⊙)!!!

What would happen if touched?

"I see... It’s all fate..."

From the start, it ruled out the possibility between human and Primordial Spirit, truly the most cruel ironclad rule.

If it weren’t for that thunderstorm, if he hadn’t recklessly rushed over... that audacious emperor would still die, and none of what followed would have happened.

The High Priest wouldn’t have been stirred, and he wouldn’t have taken that position, thus unable to free himself.

The most distant ****.

In the end, he was trapped by his own spinning cocoon.

She closed her eyes.

The High Priest was just about to walk over...

Roar!

Dragon’s cry!

The Dragon King curled its tail, engulfing several pieces of the Shadow Wall, but halfway was slashed by Wu Jue with a wrist flip and a Black Blade cutting down from thin air!

However, the dragon’s tail had already brought the Shadow Wall before the dragon’s head, and it all got swallowed into its belly....

Crunch!

The dragon’s tail was severed!

Dragon blood spewed wildly, as the Dragon King roared and lunged forward, grabbing Jiang Chenyu, bounding towards the gate...

"Audacious beast" Wu Jue was about to chase but saw the High Priest had already acted, raising a hand with a Seal Technique, pressing the dragon’s head to the ground.

With a thunderous roar, the Dragon King’s body and head transformed, becoming a man.

The man’s face startled the High Priest for a moment.

His face...

So similar.

Su Zimu and Mo Ke were stunned too. Was this Jun Yuqing?!!!

Roar!

He turned his head, roaring angrily, then broke free from the High Priest’s restraint, holding Jiang Chenyu as he dashed towards the gate, tearing through the forbidden net formed by Demon Que, ignoring the gold threads shredding his hands, he protected Jiang Chenyu as they leapt down.

It was also by his reckless tearing of the sealing net that a massive number of underwater ferocious beasts sealed below surged out madly.

Oh no!

Su Zimu and others were aghast.

Blocking is worse than letting go because the number of ferocious beasts sealed below was unknown.

If they all came out at once...

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