Celestial Dragon Sword Venerable

Ye Tianxi felt a deep sense of unease.

But in the end, she said nothing.

In Kong Lindao’s eyes, she saw an unprecedented, firm conviction. This conviction was like a sword, piercing deep into her soul.

Ye Tianxi knew that those eyes carried so, so much hope!

For the sake of this hope, Kong Lindao would definitely stop at nothing! He would even go so far as to make an enemy of Ye Tianling!

’Brother Lindao, I will fight to stay alive, no matter how painful or difficult it is! I know I’m not just living for myself anymore!’

Ye Tianxi’s gaze grew determined. She didn’t say these words aloud; it was a promise she made to herself.

"Tianxi, it’ll be okay."

Seeing Ye Tianxi’s emotions stabilize, Kong Lindao felt a great sense of relief and let out a sigh.

Beside him, Kong Daoze and Kong Daoxi were also silent. Their moods were just as grim.

Their feelings for Ye Tianxi didn’t run as deep as Kong Lindao’s, but she was still their little sister. How could they just stand by and watch her walk toward death?

"Tianxi, a while back, for more than two months, we noticed the Celestial Secret Divine Son’s Soul Mark had dimmed. We didn’t mention it at the time because we were afraid you’d overthink it. Back then, we also thought something terrible had happened to him. But now, his Soul Mark is shining brightly again. It’s very likely he has already broken the curse."

Kong Daoxi finally brought up some of what had happened.

"What? For the past two months, Brother Tianling’s Soul Mark was dim?"

Ye Tianxi’s voice was laced with panic.

"Yes, but it’s back to normal now, so don’t worry. I’ve always believed that he would never fall so easily! Of all the many geniuses I’ve seen, he is the most special and most powerful—bar none!"

Kong Lindao said immediately.

"That’s right, Little Sister Tianxi. His Soul Mark can be clearly sensed now; it’s very stable. However, we can’t send any messages in this environment. If you’re worried about him, you just need to exchange Soul Marks with him when you see him again. That way, you can stay in contact as long as you’re not in a special environment."

Kong Daoze added.

Ye Tianxi murmured, "These past two months... he must have had a terrible time. I’m afraid he must have encountered some immense danger."

Kong Daoxi said, "I heard he slaughtered an entire Holy Land, and then escorted Ancient Fairy to Sumeru Mountain. After that, there was no more news..."

Kong Daoxi recounted everything she knew.

She held nothing back, especially regarding the slaughter of the Holy Land and his title, the Saint-Slaying Demon.

Hearing this, a nostalgic and wistful look appeared on Ye Tianxi’s pale face, joined by a serene smile.

It was as if that Ye Tianling was the omnipotent Ye Tianling of her memories.

...

Outside the East Mountain Ice Cave was a vast mountain range—the Ten Thousand Beasts Ridge.

The range was immensely vast and ancient.

Majestic peaks stood one after another in a forest of mountains, stretching out as far as the eye could see.

The roots of ancient trees twisted and tangled together. The smaller trees were several meters thick, while the largest were nearly a hundred meters thick.

Giant trees, rooted in the old mountains, shot up toward the sky. Each one was terrifyingly tall, soaring into the clouds like a small mountain itself.

The ancient trees were Spiritual.

The ancient mountains were Spiritual as well.

Even the weeds possessed a Spiritual quality, making this whole land feel like a bizarre and terrifying world.

Thriving vitality, terrifying coldness, and an invisible, grim killing intent between Heaven and Earth all saturated the environment.

"TSSSSSS—"

Wisps of dark green mist drifted out, blanketing the surroundings.

Ye Tianling manifested his Soul Qi into particles, which rippled outward and pushed the dark green mist away.

He continued forward, undisturbed.

But some of the Cultivators behind Ye Tianling didn’t take the dark green mist seriously. After breathing in a single mouthful, they shuddered violently, and dark green blood began to flow from their mouths, eyes, and noses.

Within the space of a single breath, the living heads of those Cultivators rolled from their necks.

"THUD—"

The heads hit the ground, and in an instant, their flesh and blood vanished as if corroded, turning into a viscous, dark green liquid that seeped into the earth.

On the ground, the dark green weeds seemed to grow a shade more lush.

"AHH—"

Two male Cultivators and one female Cultivator had died horribly in an instant, causing the dozens of Cultivators behind them to cry out in alarm.

At the same time, when the dark green mist drifted toward them again, they all recoiled in dread, gathering their Soul Qi to blast the mist away.

"Celestial Secret Divine Son, you knew how dangerous this vicious mist was, so why didn’t you say anything?! You killed my junior sister, Yan’Er!"

A male Cultivator from the Heavenly Injunction Ancient Clan, his eyes bloodshot, glared at Ye Tianling and roared like a madman.

Ye Tianling stopped walking, turned his head, and looked at the man with a cold gaze. "Why should I have said anything? Did I ask you to follow me? If you hadn’t, you’d be dead even faster. This poisonous gas will gradually spread to every area. It’s unavoidable!"

The male Cultivator from the Heavenly Injunction Ancient Clan didn’t listen at all. A look of hatred appeared in his eyes, and his whole body trembled slightly.

"I led you out of a deathtrap, and instead of being grateful, you show killing intent? Very good!"

Ye Tianling said lightly.

Then, from between his eyebrows, a terrifying, pale golden ray of slaughterous Divine Radiance suddenly shot out.

The light flashed like a bolt of lightning, striking abruptly toward the male Cultivator from the Heavenly Injunction Ancient Clan.

Ye Tianling’s Soul Talent determined that this Cultivator’s name was Fan Yukun, an Emperor Blood Saint Son. His Battle Power and Realm were only average.

At this moment, that streak of Divine Power contained the killing intent of the Panhuang Life and Death Killing Dao. With that killing intent unleashed, the outcome was virtually certain.

Fan Yukun’s forehead was pierced in an instant. He didn’t even have time to resist before he froze on the spot.

"PSHH—"

His body flew backward, his eyes still filled with an expression of utter disbelief.

"BZZZ—"

The dark green mist enveloped his body. He couldn’t even struggle before he was shrouded by the mist and reduced to a pile of white bones that fell from the Void.

Fan Yukun was dead.

There were still two other Cultivators from the Heavenly Injunction Ancient Clan, one man and one woman.

Having witnessed this entire sequence of events, their faces turned deathly pale.

"Celestial Secret Divine Son, please spare our lives."

Without the slightest hesitation, the two of them dropped to their knees on the spot, kowtowing so forcefully that their foreheads turned red.

Ye Tianling gave them a detached glance and said, "You two are different from him. As for how you’re different, you know in your hearts. So, this has nothing to do with you. Get up."

As Ye Tianling spoke, his gaze shifted to the side, where a woman in a white gauze dress was immediately flying away in an attempt to escape.