Chapter 356: Doubts Finally Resolved, the Phoenix Egg Cracks

Lingxiang did not know how she had returned to Shiyang Hall, nor did she know how long she had been walking; along the way, she had been in a daze, unable to control her own body, walking only in a numb state.

Fortunately, Wumin Jun had sent word, and Zhanli and Adao had been waiting outside Shiyang Hall for some time.

Upon seeing the distracted Lingxiang, the two immediately stepped forward to support her, and the red mark on Lingxiang's neck was caught right in Zhanli's sight.

Zhanli frowned slightly but did not speak, only silently supporting Lingxiang.

Only then did Lingxiang regain her senses; seeing that it was Zhanli and Adao, she finally relaxed. Fortunately, Zhanli was strong, so Lingxiang did not collapse to the ground.

The two supported Lingxiang into the hall, and Lingxiang, saying only that she needed to be alone for a while, dismissed them.

Adao had wanted to ask something, but was stopped by Zhanli, who only shook his head without saying anything more.

The hall was dim, though not cold, yet Lingxiang felt a chill rising from her legs to her core. Her heart was in chaos, and she did not know where to begin to clear her thoughts.

Lingxiang could not help but curl up, hugging her legs, but the Demon Lord's sinister gaze remained impossible to shake off.

The Demon Lord from just moments ago had clearly intended to kill, yet for some reason, he had suddenly clutched his head for no apparent reason, looking extremely pained, which was what had given Lingxiang the chance to escape.

So she was not a Demon Princess at all, and the Demon Lord had never been her father!

Lingxiang finally understood why the Demon Lord had the appearance of her father.

Sixteen years ago, when the Demon Lord led the Demon Soldiers to break into Yuanqing, it was not for revenge at all, but to perform Possession on the then-Sect Leader, Lingxiao Zhenren!

And he had succeeded!

Not only that, but Lingxiang now also understood clearly what witchcraft her mother had performed back then.

Lingxiang was born with a weak fetal light, so to save her daughter, Lingxiao Zhenren had used Soul Nourishing, exhausting his cultivation, which was why he was unable to resist the Demon Lord.

As for the Demon Lord, being of the Demon Race, his soul was incomplete; although he had possessed Lingxiao, he could not fully occupy the body for a time.

The reason he appeared gaunt was also caused by this.

Under such circumstances, the Demon Lord, Mo Zun Boyan, was in a state of Chaos, entangled with the remnant soul of Lingxiao Zhenren, which led to him being unable to distinguish who he truly was.

The reason the Demon Lord had a headache just now must have been that the wisp of Lingxiao Zhenren's soul was protecting Lingxiang.

This also explained why he could perform witchcraft and why he could use the Dust-Peering Mirror.

To preserve that wisp of Lingxiao Zhenren's remnant soul, Tumi Xianzi had used Lingxiang, who was his blood relative, and her fetal light of the three souls as a sacrificial guide to perform the Ditian Technique.

That was the most intimate connection between Lingxiang and Lingxiao Zhenren.

Therefore, it was not unreasonable for the Eternal Firmament to say that Lingxiang had a Half-Demon Body; after all, Lingxiang was now also a being of a remnant soul.

As long as the curse was lifted, the soul would naturally return to its place.

One move of the Ditian Technique, one move of transferring cultivation, and one move of the Suspended Thread Technique.

Yaoji Fairy was right; her mother had indeed not performed any Curse of Nightmare, but merely three life-saving techniques, yet they had cost her mother her life!

Lingxiang did not know what kind of situation she was in now, nor did she know if this Demon Realm could still be a place of peace, and even less did she know if her choice to come here had been right or wrong.

She could not help but think of that young man, the one under the old pear tree who had said with high spirits and firm conviction that he would protect her.

That young man must have changed by now, right? Was he still as reckless? Had he broken through his shackles and become stronger?

Or perhaps, he had grown to hate her even more.

Back then, guided by the Dust-Peering Mirror, Lingxiang had roughly guessed some things, which was why she had asked Luoli to help her set up an Array Formation at Qingwei Peak, leaving the clues within it.

She did not know if Long Qi and the others had discovered them.

Perhaps Lingxiang did not realize that she was thinking of Long Qi involuntarily, rather than those elderly senior brothers of hers.

If one spoke of closeness, she was naturally closer to the Elders of the Yuanqing Sect, but that scene under the pear tree lingered in Lingxiang's heart for a long time.

However, even if Long Qi were to hate her, Lingxiang did not regret the decision she had made; she never wanted to see anyone die because of her again.

Lingxiang raised her eyes to the bed; the chest of Maidong on the bed rose and fell steadily, clearly in a deep sleep. And on the long table beside the bed, a giant egg the size of a human head stood quietly on a four-legged stand.

That was the only chance for Xiaobai to survive.

When she had first obtained this Phoenix Egg from the E-Beast, its patterns had been multicolored, but ever since she arrived in the Underworld, the Phoenix Egg had turned white, and the patterns had become fluorescent blue.

Lingxiang did not know what had happened, so she was constantly vigilant about the changes in the Phoenix Egg, caring for it carefully, fearing it might suffer some mishap.

Just at this moment, a series of cracking sounds suddenly came from the Phoenix Egg, and a crack appeared abruptly, cutting across the path of the patterns...

It was midnight, the sky was dark and heavy, and the ruined temple halfway up the mountain was eerie and terrifying.

Suddenly, the gale intensified, a thunderclap rang out, and a silver flash tore across the horizon, as if the sky had been ripped open.

Yet, it was only that one strike, making the ruined temple appear even more sinister.

The plaque in the temple hung loosely, creaking in the gale; the three characters "Ganzhu Hall" were written on it.

The hall was filled with divine statues, yet each was covered in dust like snow, with spiderwebs everywhere, clearly having not been visited for a long time.

Tattered light gauze flew in the gale, occasionally brushing against the statues in the hall.

Just then, two figures appeared abruptly, one black and one white, wearing tall hats.

One was "Peace Under Heaven," the other was "Wealth Upon Sight"; they were none other than the two divine lords, Hei Wuchang and Bai Wuchang.

The two appeared at this moment, but they did not light up the room; they simply walked out of Ganzhu Hall together, looking toward the horizon, silent and wordless.

Another bolt of lightning flashed, tearing at the sky as if to shatter all the gloom covering the heavens.

At this moment, Bai Wuchang said in a low voice, "The time has come."

Hei Wuchang did not answer, only standing against the wind beside Bai Wuchang, and after a long while, he sighed.

"Do you truly intend to stay?"

Bai Wuchang looked into the distance and smiled, "That girl once helped us; staying to act as a guide for her can be considered a repayment of her kindness."

Hei Wuchang shook his head helplessly, "Fate is determined by Heaven; why go against the will of Heaven?"

"You and I obtained this divine office, but it was not to comply with the will of Heaven!" Bai Wuchang glanced at Hei Wuchang.

Hei Wuchang turned his head to look at Bai Wuchang but did not respond. After a long while, he finally threw out a sentence: "Follow your own path then!" and his figure faded, hiding within the divine statue.

Bai Wuchang shook his head helplessly, saying only, "Why be so stubborn," before looking toward the distance once more.

When the Jade Phoenix flaps its wings, the day the Ghost Gate reopens, little girl, you must hold on...

At the same time, inside the Long Family Tomb, Wuji, who had been carving a stele, suddenly raised his head and stared straight up at the tomb ceiling.

This left Long Sheng greatly puzzled; what was there to look at on the tomb ceiling? Besides, what could the Old Ancestor see with those eyes?

However, Wuji stroked his long beard and said out of the blue, "The time has come..."