Chapter 583: Chapter 544: Precision Assassination

The ancient hall seemed to be trapped in eternal silence.

Millennia of undisturbed dust floated freely in the space like faint mist, shrouding the mysterious history of the hall.

Ning Feiyan’s fingertips gently traced the textures engraved in the mural; at the center of the second painting, the Heluo seemed to awaken. Under her touch, golden hues ignited inch by inch like flames, brilliantly blazing like fire waves, engulfing the River Map in a sweeping inferno.

Countless golden flames burst forth from the mural, a grand spectacle as vast as the heavens, extraordinarily sacred and beautiful.

Above the dome, there wasn’t any architecture obscuring the view, creating a broad and magnificent celestial dome. The origins of this dome were unknown, lit by the golden flames into a vast cosmic expanse, ever-changing, at one moment the Star River dazzled, and at another, the cosmos turned desolate.

As though cycling through life and death, prosperity and decline in an alternating rebirth.

Ning Feiyan closed her eyes in tranquility, carefully perceiving the cosmic Heavenly River reflecting the Demon World’s river. At this moment, she felt the wonder of heaven and earth merging, and the shared decline and prosperity of yin and yang.

The power of the Mohe within her slowly seeped into the river within the mural. The golden flames spread continuously and eventually converged into a dark altar in front of the mural.

The altar wasn’t extensive, yet its mouth was deep black as the abyss, seemingly a demonic abyss’s gaping maw. The flowing fire fell into it, and its brilliant light was immediately devoured.

Soon, a new energy flowed back from the altar.

This energy was dark, sinister, cold, and silent, like the Hellfire burning between the layers of the Santzu River.

The black flames surged violently, and in an instant, the formerly sacred and grand mural seemed like a world of a Heavenly Demon.

The icy, evil aura permeated through Ning Feiyan’s palm, eroding her breath; she suddenly lost control over her body and even her senses to the outside world vanished.

The cold evil black flames enveloped her body. Ning Feiyan did not panic until the flames seeped into her skin like an intangible substance. Regarding the painting of the Two Rivers, she suddenly perceived many pieces of information.

The power of the Six Rivers shares the same origin.

She calmly controlled her emotions, harboring no hostility towards the mural. Instead, the icy black flames permeated her skin, slowly flowing through her meridians without destroying her vitality.

Perceiving the river power hidden within the mural was an incredibly lengthy process.

A day passed in silence.

The minute dust in the air burnt into black, shimmering sparks.

Ning Feiyan suddenly opened her eyes; her dark pupils reflected the cold black flames as she curved her lips into a smile, whispering softly, “Found it.”

Amidst the solitary darkness of the mural, she found a spot of deep red in the center of the riverbed; throughout the night, she deduced countless times in her consciousness’s illusion, finding this mark like a core’s blood, cinnabar red.

Her fingertip lightly touched upon the hint of red, and the black flames that lingered around her swiftly dissipated, restoring the mural to its original, ancient colors.

Ning Feiyan smiled knowingly. Each of the Six Rivers has a uniquely essential name, but to a River Lord, this name is their greatest secret to guard.

Of course, except for Yihe Shuci, her river name has two components: Immortality and Demon Soldier. She never deliberately concealed this name, showing how arrogantly disdainful she was.

She was never worried that revealing her river name would threaten her power or status; she disdained concealing it.

Yet, other River Lords could not behave as lawlessly as her.

However, at this moment, Ning Feiyan was already fully aware of what the name of the Two Rivers was.

River of Killing Life.

This was a river that accredited its existence through slaughter, where one could only achieve enlightenment by utterly abandoning humanity and conscience, driven by a heart of killing.

The heavier the killing nature, the more powerful one became.

No wonder over the millennia, only residing below Shuci, the status of the Two Rivers remained unshakable.

But precisely because he was overwhelmingly powerful, these trivial weaknesses were also deadly.

Ning Feiyan watched intently as the spot of deep red slowly disappeared with the flowing sands, the smile in her eyes growing deeper.

Since enlightenment was achieved through a heart of killing, what was once abandoned had no reason to be reclaimed; that spot of heart’s blood red also hid the last trace of kindness towards someone.

Ning Feiyan now knew how to deal with Erhe Zangxin.

His secret, she had come to know, and in two days’ time,

Next, it would be the secrets of the Demon Lord.

Ning Feiyan gracefully stood, her figure light as dust, perched on a towering magnificent column, yet even so, the dome of the hall remained untouchably distant.

Her gaze was solemn and focused as she observed the trajectories of the Star River above, her wide sleeves silently fluttered out countless purple-winged enchanting butterflies, their wings stirring the air into mist, the hazy mist seeping into the celestial dome.

Thus, Ning Feiyan began a grand deduction, searching amidst the ceaselessly changing life, death, prosperity, and decline of the celestial dome.

This dome seemed to record the operating system of All Heavens through ages, and Ning Feiyan found the deduction extremely strenuous, her Divine Sense crumbling rapidly like an avalanche.

She seemed to see the primal dark of doomsday, the shadows that claimed all light in the celestial dome, the long night.

In the end, as the starry sky mournfully quieted and perished, the whole world began to reforge in annihilation, those fallen stars turned into pure cosmic light, their mottled brilliance blooming a flower in the darkness.