Chapter 806: Chapter 642: Entering Demonic Transformation (Part 3)

With someone carried on his back, Ye Shu’s Sword Control speed couldn’t match Baili An’s. He belatedly followed and rushed over, and upon seeing the situation here, his face markedly changed as his throat tightened up: “Such intense demonic energy!”

It’s not yin energy, but a violent malignant energy.

Moreover, this malignant energy has emerged from the body of a human cultivator.

“It’s Su Jing…” At this moment, a weak voice came from the lake surface.

Ye Shu looked toward the voice, only to see a figure in red sitting by a lotus blade atop the frozen lake. Her long hair was loose, amidst the intertwining of hair and collar, a pale slender neck exposed, appearing fragile enough to be snapped with a gentle pinch.

Her expression was weary, with traces left on the spirit platform in her brow by a Heart Demon, while purplish-red oath markings subtly spread from her brow, tormenting her exceptionally clear and beautiful eyes till they brimmed with blood streaks, as if they hadn’t had a good sleep in years.

“Miss Yin?” Baili An called out softly in surprise, hearing the exhaustion and weakness in her tone.

Yin Baishuang rubbed her brow, saying: “I’m fine, quickly go find Su Jing. Her natural Daoist Lotus fate is tainted by darkness, yet she forcibly crossed the Realm to overcome tribulation, achieving God Union.

The black seed is inherently trouble—one connects all, one prospers all. With her current Daoist mind, she is fundamentally unable to bear the black fortune fostered by the God Union Realm, if left unchecked, it will surely lead her to an end beyond redemption.”

Though she and Su Jing have harbored grudges for long, the Taixuan Sect’s young master abandoning Dao for demonic ways would be a major calamity endangering all beings. If possible, she would end Su Jing’s life by her own hand, or make her suffer pitilessly.

But faced with the greater good, even one as crazed and muddled as Yin Baishuang would not be reckless to the point of having no boundaries.

Upon hearing this, Baili An realized the gravity of the situation was dire.

No one could pass tribulations becoming God Union within a day. Not to mention the body enduring the corrosion of tribulation intent, even the spirit would struggle against the ravages.

“Brother Ye, please watch over Miss Yin here; I’ll be back soon.” Baili An instructed Ye Shu, then followed the malignant energy without delay, rushing forward.

Ye Shu looked left and right, preparing somewhat hesitantly to sit cross-legged, only to be pushed harshly by Yin Baishuang.

Her face was unusually pale and anxious: “Who needs you to guard? Quickly catch up to him, Su Jing is extremely dangerous now, likely already controlled by the will of the black rope hell water, it will entice others to kill, one must not approach lightly.

Lest, with that kid’s reckless nature, he may not be mindful enough, he left without hearing others finish speaking, hurry to remind him, Su Jing can only be subdued from afar, never approached closely!”

Ye Shu’s demeanor turned serious, previously being far away, Yin Baishuang had hidden it extremely well, yet during the shoving, her movement was too large, allowing Ye Shu to then see a deep crimson sword wound remaining on her abdomen.

As she spoke, the fresh blood spraying from the wound instantly stained her clothing, shoes, and socks.

Sword Qi lingered within the wound, astonishingly resembling the Sword Intent of the Emotion Slayer Sword.

The sight left Ye Shu shocked and hurriedly dropped the unconscious Lin Zheng, chasing after Baili An with burning urgency.

Though the Heavenly Tribulation had passed, the tribulation resonance hadn’t, cries of slaughter echoed in the wild, the malignant energy persisted.

When Baili An found Su Jing, it was already ten li away, in a barren scorched land devoid of vegetation.

The blood-stained Emotion Slayer Sword was not in hand, nor in the sheath, but discarded on the ground not far ahead of her, losing its spirituality.

Her snow-white, thin clothing fluttered gently in the chilly night wind, she was half-kneeling on the ground, palm over her heart, fingers painfully clenched the fabric, her cold face was like frost white jade, half light, half dark, her beautiful features, the pure white snow garments seemed eerily emerging from the darkness.

Su Jing appeared extremely painful, sweat thinly covering her pale brow, one palm pressed against the ground, her whole body emitting malignant energy capable of devouring heaven and earth, entangled with the residual grievances in the scorched soil.

The black and red energies beneath her concretely tangled her body, as if dragging her into Abyss Hell, forever suffering the torment by hell water.

A canopy of black air pressed down above her head, throbbing, the swirling malignant energy seemingly devouring even the darkness, a deathly silent world suddenly resonated with the sound of a sword’s cry flying through.

Su Jing abruptly raised her head, the thread of black marking extending from the edge of her eyes eerie as a demon, her exquisite face displayed countless lines of fresh red filaments densely weaving across her pale skin like raised veins, spiderweb-like, snaking intricately.

The malignant aura worn down, her Divine Sense on the verge of collapse, the pair of eyes looking at Baili An had long lost focus, pupils dark as a void, black hair wildly dancing at her back, nowhere still carrying the slightest modest saintliness of usual.

She stared fixedly at the indistinct figure, maybe deceiving them in blindness, ‘Su Jing’ crisply spoke, her voice like cold rain filling the woods, no different than before yet subtly seductive: “You…come here.”

Baili An put away the Autumnwater Sword, just landed, then heard the hurried panting of Ye Shu from behind: “Don’t go! She’s possessed now, it’s not Miss Jing!”