Chapter 585: Chapter 544: Precise Assassination_3

The patterns on the six-sided mural seemed to be disturbed by some power, gradually fading away, so much so that even the golden floral outline in the sky became incredibly ethereal, as if it were an illusion. The lingering Divine Thought of the old Demon Lord was almost unable to sense or capture it.

This is… someone is forcibly breaking through the Divine Storage Gate!

Looking across the entire Demon World, there was only Yihe Shu Ci who could achieve this.

The cost of forcing the gate open was terribly severe, and Ning Feiyan could not comprehend what great event must have occurred in the Demon World that would cause her to take action personally.

Ning Feiyan’s gaze turned slightly cold as she wiped the blood from her brow and stood up excitedly, “Your Majesty, your daughter has violated her oath, oppressing the Young Lord at every turn. Now, the Young Lord’s Demon Wings are destroyed, and his spine is broken. It’s nearly impossible for him to reclaim his throne. I am the chosen consort of His Highness by decree, and today I risk my life to come here only to seek an opportunity against the odds for My Lord. I beseech your guidance, Your Majesty.”

As the consciousness of the old Demon Lord was about to disperse, it suddenly coalesced again when it heard ‘the consort of His Highness,’ extending its probe toward Ning Feiyan. Indeed, sensing the Prohibition Seal of the consort within her, his demeanor softened.

The gold flower trembled in the wind, its pistil oozing a strand of golden liquid that, in the process of falling, quickly transformed into a crimson-golden feather, floating in front of Ning Feiyan.

“I, at the moment, am but a fragmented spirit and can’t help you much, only by sacrificing the remains of my soul division to condense this feather, which contains the secret of my Cultivation Technique ‘Nine Secrets Dead Scroll.’ Give this feather to my son; it might allow him to re-forge the Winged Demon bones.”

Ning Feiyan solemnly stored the golden feather, her eyes slightly closed as she softly spoke, “I shall heed the holy command!”

“Furthermore, although my residual thoughts will vanish, my prime soul still exists. Only that rebellious daughter knows where my prime soul is hidden, in a sword, a silver sword. Since you are to be my son’s consort, you must ascertain the whereabouts of that sword by all means. Only then, can I return to the mortal world…”

Having uttered that extremely crucial piece of information, the lingering thought, unable to sustain the drain, weakened into bits of starlight that dissipated into the night sky, leaving only that eternal golden flower, unfadingly blooming.

Once she confirmed that the consciousness of the old Demon Lord had completely vanished without a trace from this realm, Ning Feiyan unhesitatingly crushed the golden feather, allowing the king-level profound Cultivation Technique to gradually merge into her body.

The Nine Secrets Dead Scroll truly proved powerful and miraculous. The Divine Treasure Gate, which she had forced open, stabilized quickly as the Cultivation Technique integrated into her body, and her lost Divine Sense was instantly perfectly restored.

Indeed, she carried the Prohibition Seal of the Demon Clan’s consort, but when had she ever said that she truly intended to marry Mi Lu?

Was she to hand over this feather and watch Mi Lu grow stronger while she herself fell into a powerless plight to be manipulated?

She, Ning Feiyan, really didn’t have such a strong sense of duty.

As for the task assigned by the old Demon Lord to find the small sword that sealed his prime soul, Ning Feiyan had no time for that. Today she had gained much, which would surely incite the suspicion of the Demon Lord. Why should she invite further trouble in such dire times?

Besides, the death of the old Demon Lord was more beneficial for her.

Now there were already two lords above her, why invite another, even more formidable and frightening lord?

Ning Feiyan sought an unbridled existence, under a blazing sun like herself, not to be an eternal servant, commanded and ordered around by others.

The disturbance from the outside was growing louder.

On the eve that Yihe Shu Ci breached the gate, Ning Feiyan resumed the likeness and demeanor of the Demon Lord, using the Hook Jade to open the doors to the cave dwelling. Employing the aura of the feather, she created a perfect impression of the Demon Lord’s presence, her cold eyes looking out indifferently.

On the massive boulder above, a ghostly, pale young girl stood emotionless, her lips tinged with a poison-like ashen hue, her whole being exuding an aura of death, draped in a gray robe that looked unwashed and shabby, fluttering continuously in the mountain breeze.

She watched Ning Feiyan quietly, seemingly undisturbed by her own possibly sacrilegious behavior, and slowly began, “Your Majesty, Qingzhou’s Thirteen Tribes are in peril, the Dragon Clan’s Demon King is advancing swiftly, pressing directly towards Ming Continent’s Royal City. I hope Your Majesty can decide on a strategy.”

Ning Feiyan responded coldly, “With you Shu Ci, Erhe Zangxin, and Si He Ning Feiyan in the Royal City, it should be impregnable. To disturb my cultivation for such trifles, it seems I have truly spoiled you too much!”

Shu Ci’s expression remained unchanged, calmly responding, “Warfare is a matter of state, how can it be a trifle? This time the Demon King’s cultivation appears drastically different, suggesting unrest. If the city’s Barrier were indeed breached, the Malevolent Spirits sealed beneath the Royal City are a hundred times more fierce than those of other realms, and chaos would inevitably engulf the Royal City. Shu Ci boldly requests Your Majesty to take command to bolster our forces!”

Ning Feiyan dared not linger here with her, as Shu Ci’s discerning eyes, if left too long, would surely detect something amiss. She feigned impatience and casually replied, “I shall handle this matter. You may stand down, River Lord.”

“Understood.” Shu Ci bowed slightly and quickly disappeared into the deep gorge.

As Ning Feiyan was about to conceal her appearance and abandon her guise as the Demon Lord,

just then, from beneath the cave dwelling within the Abyss, a powerful Resentful Demon’s aura abruptly rose, and a crimson bead silently cloaked itself in the darkness.

The assassination, long in the planning, was perfectly executed.

The journey of the Demon Lord to Lanzhou was a top secret, publicly declared to be a retreat to cultivate in the Divine Storage Gate.

But who could have anticipated that foreign demon races would have lain in wait here so early?

At the cost of annihilation, the assassination was perfectly completed.

But unknown to all, the Demon Lord was someone else.