[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-journey-to-the-end-of-the-night":3,"chapter-journey-to-the-end-of-the-night-journey-to-the-end-of-the-night-chapter-381":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Journey to the End of the Night",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1715484,2193,"Chapter 381 - 381 369 Deadly Trap","journey-to-the-end-of-the-night-chapter-381",381,"\u003Cp>381: Chapter 369: Deadly Trap 381: Chapter 369: Deadly Trap Ying Xiu’s face was like still water, his eyes revealing an insight not easily read by others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Jing’s indifferent words had completely ground away Ghost’s will to live.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black blood that Ghost spat out was not blood at all, but the essence of his Yin Core accumulated over three thousand years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His light had burnt to its end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had traveled thousands of miles from the Central Netherworld You Dynasty to this place, all for this Thrice Resentful Ghost body of three thousand years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet now, his efforts had come to naught.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More frustrating and disheartening was the fact that not only had Ghost failed to achieve his goal, but even Hongying had unexpectedly developed a sense of betrayal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Central Netherworld was orderly—any Heroic Spirit turned ghost could not defy the Spirit Lord’s curse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who resisted orders committed a grave sin and must be thrown into the Central Netherworld’s Vermilion Bird Pool, to be purified by the sacred fire for three years to cleanse the sin of disobedience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Purification by the sacred fire for three years would undoubtedly reduce Hongying’s strength greatly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ying Xiu had not anticipated such a loss for the trip to Xianling City.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What angered him even more was that Su Jing, fully aware that he had come for Ghost, had relentlessly destroyed Ghost, leaving no chance for reprieve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even more enraged than Ying Xiu was Si He.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ghost was the only key that could open the gates to the three realms of Ghost Mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one could replace him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he died, no one would be able to enter the legendary lands and meet the great King of the Demon Clan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Si He’s palm force sucked towards Ghost, lifting the broken body from the ground into his palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A continuous stream of spiritual energy surged towards his heart channels endlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The borrowed body of Si He’s Divine Thought visibly dimmed at an alarming rate as he said in a deep voice, “Feng Qing!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was I who led you into demonhood, who granted you three thousand years as a Fierce Ghost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Your life is mine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I won’t let you die, and even the Netherworld Lord wouldn’t dare to take your soul!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Do you believe it or not?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ghost did not answer, but only let out a hoarse, mad laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demonic intent surrounding his mask deepened, and the hand gripping the broken body’s veins bulged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the voice beneath the mask suddenly became strangely gentle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My good disciple, you’ve endured for three thousand years—three thousand years, surviving through the lifetimes of countless mortals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why give up at the last step?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You spoke truthfully; a new fourth Si He had emerged three hundred years ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But your master never planned to abandon you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Will you really give up everything for a woman?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ghost laughed heartily, his mouth black with blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blood-red glare in his eyes was indescribably mocking: “I’m about to die; do you think I still care about these things?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hand holding his body almost burst with the terrible intent to kill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned his pair of blood-red, dangerous eyes, looking through the mask at Su Jing with a chilling and alarming gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Very well, very well indeed!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Years of planning dashed in an instant!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taixuan Sect, Su Jing—truly, I should not have spared you back then!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ying Xiu’s expression darkened, a hard to suppress malice churning in his eyes as he commanded harshly, “Take down this demon!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd exchanged uncertain glances, semi-confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were not Cultivators under the Central Netherworld, naturally they did not have to follow Ying Xiu’s orders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Demon World Si He’s notoriety was known through the ages for being fearsome, not to mention the mysterious levels of the first three Si He.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even facing just a projection, none of them dared to be the first to act.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Baili An twirled his Short Flute in his hand, about to make a move when a swift shadow dashed by his side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to see it was Meng Zifei.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face was one of solemnity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his left arm wielding the horsetail whisk, and his right hand wielding a sword that drew a Yin-Yang diagram, the sound of Sword Intent ripping through the air followed one after another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A strong wind rose on the mountain path, snowflakes whirled like blades, turning into a sword intent, fierce as a blizzard, enveloping the direction of Si He.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The momentum of the Sword Intent was a furious, wild rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the endless sharpness, Si He’s eyes beneath the mask narrowed slightly in surprise, as if he did not expect Meng Zifei to be the first to act against him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pressed his fingers deeply into the ground beneath his feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The snow in the sky and the continuous Sword Intent felt an unprecedented gravity at that moment, plummeting towards the earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The light and insubstantial snowflakes punched countless deep pits into the black soil, pockmarked like badly rotted ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The disparity of power was clear at a glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, Baili An clearly caught a moment of hesitation in Si He, as if debating whether to kill Meng Zifei on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, he heaved a light sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And released the repressed murderous intent with no further concealment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pressing palm lifted again, and countless ice needles, as slender as the symptoms of wood rot, rose from the many tiny pits in the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each needle, imbued with powerful Divine Thought, lined up in numerous killing intents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cold wind arose on the mountain path and, like a gust through the snow, shot out violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Zifei sensed Si He’s chilling murderous intent, his face pale, but showing no fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a horizontal sweep of his sword, he shielded his eyes, while his horsetail whisk danced wildly in his left hand like three thousand white silks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The slender ice needles flew like scattered leaves, razor-sharp in nature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The white whisk fibers dispersed in the air, and the ice needles inevitably embedded themselves deep into Meng Zifei’s hands, legs, and chest, reddening his clothing with spotted bloodstains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One particularly fine and virulent ice needle aimed straight for his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a low roar, Meng Zifei made a desperate dodge in midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ice needle tore through his clothes, raising splashes of fresh blood; even the ghost flower he secretly kept to ward off the poison of evil spirits fell apart, blood-stained and fluttering down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although Meng Zifei took the initiative, he did not inflict any substantial harm on Ghost but instead ended up covered in blood and heavily injured on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it did successfully inspire the fighting spirit of everyone present.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They let out a collective roar and joined forces from all sides, attacking together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was precisely because of Meng Zifei’s action that everyone understood the depth of Si He’s spiritual projection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And thus, they had no further hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For even if it was just a projection, it was still a projection of Si He.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ying Xiu stepped forward briskly, helping Meng Zifei up, his palm upon his back, continuously transferring Spiritual Power, protecting his heart channels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You are ignorant of life and death!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the forces present here, are they not formidable beyond measure?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s not your place to court death!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Zifei opened his pale-lipped eyes weakly, not speaking, his gaze fixed on Baili An, moving his lips silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Baili An had not joined the crowd that surrounded Si He.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Underneath his umbrella, those extraordinarily clean eyes turned slightly, observing Ying Xiu holding the dying Meng Zifei.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remained silent for a long moment until he saw Meng Zifei’s bloodied left hand trembling as it caressed the severed horsetail whisk, his eyes moistening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Baili An sighed, somewhat helplessly, “Young Master Meng is gravely injured and weak; it’s best to rest and heal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Zifei quivered his lips, smiled gratefully at him, then turned his head and lost consciousness.\u003C\u002Fp>",1333,"2026-06-06T15:16:24.480Z",1,"novelbin.me","46094ed51304c17386a39150f39870fd43360f31469c8ca435bb95220fa5103e","journey-to-the-end-of-the-night-chapter-382","journey-to-the-end-of-the-night-chapter-380",1594,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fjourney-to-the-end-of-the-night-cover.jpg"]