Chapter 386: The Little Western Heaven

If only the Holy Sect's Holy Maiden's followers were chasing Yan Qingying, Jun Xiaoyao wouldn't need to worry too much.

Yan Qingying is after all a descendant of demonic cultivation; she can still handle this situation.

But if the Little Western Heaven's Buddha Maiden joins in, the situation changes entirely.

As an immortal sect passed down since ancient times, the Little Western Heaven is extremely reclusive yet profoundly mysterious.

Most importantly, the Little Western Heaven holds a grudge against Jun Xiaoyao.

The Little Western Heaven's Buddha Son, Fahai, was killed by Jun Xiaoyao in the mortal realm.

Although the Little Western Heaven has since said nothing about it.

Clearly, they won't pretend nothing happened.

They merely refrained from confronting Jun Xiaoyao due to his status and background, and because Fahai brought it upon himself.

Now, the Little Western Heaven's Buddha Maiden has also begun targeting Yan Qingying.

It's unlikely this is solely because Yan Qingying possesses the Devouring Soul demonic art.

It's more about settling a personal vendetta.

"They're asking for death," Jun Xiaoyao said, his gaze icy.

"A few days ago, I heard rumors that the Holy Maiden's supporters intend to drive Yan Qingying to a place called Duanhun Cliff," Lei Mingyuan continued.

He had spent far longer in the Immortal Ancient World than Jun Xiaoyao.

His sources of information were also far more extensive.

With Lei Mingyuan's help, Jun Xiaoyao's actions had become much easier.

"Let's go see," Jun Xiaoyao swept his sleeve.

He wasn't just going to relieve Yan Qingying's predicament.

He also intended to demonstrate his authority—to tell his enemies that Jun Xiaoyao had returned!

Watching Jun Xiaoyao's terrifying aura of silent authority, Lei Mingyuan was both awed and delighted.

His choice had been right after all!

…

Duanhun Cliff was a well-known location on the outer edge of the Immortal Ancient World.

Duanhun Cliff plunged into unfathomable depths, and its airspace held a peculiar field.

Any cultivator attempting to fly across Duanhun Cliff would be crushed by the field's force and fall into the bottomless abyss.

"You think forcing me into Duanhun Cliff is that simple?"

In the void, a slender figure streaked across, her Fallen Heaven Wings flaring—Yan Qingying.

Her skin had always been pale; now it was as white as snow, clearly from immense exhaustion.

Yet her aura remained steady.

And throughout her escape, she had fought while retreating, killing many prodigies.

Still, more prodigies kept joining the pursuit without end.

The reason was simple: the Holy Maiden Bimihu's influence was immense.

She was called the Benevolent Holy Maiden, compassionate and saving the world; she already held great prestige in the Immortal Realm, drawing prodigies from all directions.

Moreover, in the Immortal Ancient World, Yan Qingying had used the Devouring Soul demonic art to devour and assimilate many prodigies.

When the Holy Maiden Bimihu called out, countless prodigies answered, rushing to surround and kill her.

The hundreds of prodigies behind her were all Bimihu's supporters.

But Yan Qingying didn't believe she had done anything wrong.

Survival of the fittest, natural selection—these were the laws of heaven and earth.

Coming from the mortal realm to the Immortal Realm, her only reliance was the Devouring Soul demonic art.

To ask her to abandon it was impossible.

"Only by continuing to cultivate the Devouring Soul demonic art can I remain worthy as my Young Master's follower," Yan Qingying thought without regret.

She flared her Fallen Heaven Wings, preparing to change direction.

Yan Qingying wasn't foolish; she knew these prodigies were trying to drive her to Duanhun Cliff.

Once there, escape would be nearly impossible.

Yet just as Yan Qingying prepared to turn.

In another direction, golden Buddhist light suddenly flooded the sky.

A slender figure sat cross-legged in midair.

She was a woman clad in snow-white monastic robes, her skin like snow, resembling a jade-carved beauty.

What drew attention was her bare head—yet it didn't seem odd; instead, it gave her an eerie beauty.

This nun-like woman was enveloped in Buddhist light, a golden halo glowing behind her head, radiating divine solemnity.

Seeing this nun, Yan Qingying's expression changed.

"Little Western Heaven's Buddha Maiden!"

The Little Western Heaven had Buddha Sons and Buddha Maidens.

The Buddha Son Fahai had already been killed by Jun Xiaoyao; now, the current Buddha Maiden had entered the mortal world since her appearance in the Immortal Ancient World.

"Yan Qingying, you cultivate demonic arts and commit boundless slaughter—cease now," said the Little Western Heaven's Buddha Maiden, Miao Wuxin, calmly.

"You've appeared because my Young Master killed the Little Western Heaven's Buddha Son," Yan Qingying's obsidian eyes glinted coldly.

She despised such hypocritical, pious frauds.

They sought revenge yet dressed it in lofty pretenses.

"Life and death are predestined. Fahai's death was his own doing. But your Devouring Soul demonic art is too tyrannical—it harms the harmony of heaven."

"If you abandon your demonic art, I may persuade Bimihu to cease her pursuit of you," Miao Wuxin said, palms pressed together, radiating solemn divinity.

"Impossible," Yan Qingying's eyes were cold.

At that moment, behind her, hundreds of prodigies surged forward like a locust swarm.

Yan Qingying gritted her teeth, flared her Fallen Heaven Wings, and fled again.

With Miao Wuxin present, she couldn't change direction.

"Sigh, stubborn and deluded. With the Devouring Soul demonic art, you deserve death at every hand," Miao Wuxin shook her head slightly.

Meanwhile, not far away, atop a mountain ridge.

A woman clad in a holy, flowing robe stood against the wind.

Her beauty was exquisite, her eyes filled with compassion—she looked like a merciful savior.

This woman was the Holy Sect's Holy Maiden, Bimihu.

Yet now, her eyes held a coldness.

Had her followers seen this, they'd be astonished—the compassionate Holy Maiden could look like this?

"Long ago, the Devouring Heaven Demon Ancestor devoured and slaughtered many of my sect's members. Now that his successor has appeared, she must be crushed in the bud," Bimihu's gaze was icy.

The world believed she pursued Yan Qingying because of her bloody massacres.

In truth, the Devouring Heaven Demon Ancestor had once inflicted great damage upon her sect.

Several of her own bloodline ancestors had perished because of him.

Bimihu's actions were purely for revenge—no other motive existed.

Her supporters, unknowingly, had become her tools.

"Our Holy Sect's Son is now seeking a breakthrough. His strength rivals that of Long Ao, Wang Teng, and others. My task now is to utterly exterminate Yan Qingying."

"She should be nearing Duanhun Cliff soon. It's time to act."

Bimihu murmured to herself, then stepped forward, speeding toward Duanhun Cliff.

…

Duanhun Cliff stretched before them like a vast, split chasm, spanning a thousand li.

And because of the field barrier above it, flight across was impossible.

Yan Qingying arrived here, her face frozen with ice.

She turned around—the hundreds of prodigies had caught up, surrounding her completely.

Miao Wuxin had arrived too, seated in midair, radiating solemn divinity.

Around them, many prodigies watched, eager for spectacle.

"That's Yan Qingying, follower of the Jun Clan's Divine Son. How pitiful she's become."

"The Devouring Soul demonic art is infamous. No one wants such a demonic art to survive—it's natural everyone hunts her."

"Too bad the Jun Clan's Divine Son didn't come to the Immortal Ancient World—if he had, it'd be Bimihu and her lot who suffered."

"Not necessarily. We still don't know the Jun Clan's Divine Son's true strength."

Voices buzzed from all directions.

At that moment, holy light surged in the void.

A woman clad in a holy, flowing robe stepped forward, riding a flood of auspicious radiance—like a merciful savior.

"Yan Qingying, as the heir of the Devouring Soul demonic art, do you acknowledge your guilt?"

The newcomer was none other than Bimihu.

Her tone was condescending, her voice like that of a judge condemning a criminal.

"To kill one is a crime; to slaughter ten thousand is to be a hero. Spare me your words—fight if you dare!" Yan Qingying's black tresses whipped wildly, her aura surging.

Her demeanor was that of a slaughter queen in darkness, a fallen angel radiating boundless killing intent.

Yan Qingying would rather die than fall, upholding the reputation of being a follower of Jun Xiaoyao!

A deadly battle is coming!