267: Chapter 267 The Vanished White Snake

[How about... in a bit? This magic circle looks pretty good; it's full of spiritual energy, offers complete privacy, and time flows slowly, so it won't delay things.]

[I agree too.]

[Hmm, later we'll give Mister and that Jiang Luoli a little lesson first. As for what comes after...]

[Let's have a temporary truce for now and present a united front against outsiders.]

[As for how to divide this man, we'll wait until the monsters are defeated and the world crisis is handled. Then we'll take him back, tie him up, and continue our settlement.]

The shura field never truly ends.

This is not the end; it is not even the beginning.

It is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.

The four women and Su Chen each straightened their disheveled clothes and composed their emotions, forcibly dispelling the lingering amorous atmosphere.

Currently, the space of the High Martial World was still collapsing.

Although Cthulhu had been dragged into a dark room by the Witch, the crisis remained urgent.

After all, natural disasters and spatial rifts for the Different Demons to pass through were still appearing across the territory of Great Xia.

If not handled properly, the five of them who had just reunited might sink along with the land of Great Xia.

They had to discuss their next response strategy immediately.

“By the way, Mister.”

Zhuge Jinyu regained the dignity and coldness of the Great Qian Prime Minister.

As if suddenly remembering something, she turned around and pointed the vermilion bird feather fan toward the void from before.

Her tone carried a hint of respect.

“Just now, while we were in the middle of a hard-fought battle, it was thanks to the assistance of two seniors from the White Snake Cult.”

“They are also of an ancient Great Xia lineage. Especially that senior in white; her cultivation is unfathomable, certainly not below our own.”

“The authentic White Snake Cult?”

Su Chen was startled, thinking about how he had been pursued by two White Snake Cults, one real and one fake, one after another.

Although he knew those two White Snake Cults might not have been real, and even if the White Snake Cult truly wanted to kill him, he wouldn't be in the slightest danger with the four women including Zhuge Jinyu here.

However, he still shuddered upon hearing the name.

Zhuge Jinyu turned her head with a smile, preparing to formally introduce Lady Bai and Xiao Qing to Su Chen.

“Seniors, this is the person we just mentioned...”

Before she could finish her sentence.

The composure and smile on Zhuge Jinyu's face suddenly froze.

Su Chen followed the direction her feather fan was pointing, and his expression also turned blank.

On the empty sea, there was only the howling, shrill sea breeze and the waves rolling with undercurrents.

The two beautiful figures, one in green and one in white, who had been standing at the edge the whole time.

They had even used the Memory Veil to help the four women including Zhuge Jinyu sort through the clues.

At some unknown point.

They had actually vanished without a trace.

Between heaven and earth, not even a trace of spiritual energy fluctuation or the aura of a snake demon remained.

It was as if they had never appeared at all.

“Where... where did they go?”

Cang Mingyue widened her watery eyes, her face full of shock.

Su Chen was also stunned, not knowing what had happened.

But as he stood there, looking at that empty void.

A strange premonition inexplicably surged in his heart.

His heart also gave a sudden, inexplicable throb of pain.

It felt as if something extremely important there was dissipating bit by bit along with the howling sea breeze.

...

At an altitude of tens of thousands of meters, not far from Su Chen and the others.

Two streaks of light were racing toward the southwest of inland Great Xia at a desperate speed.

Suddenly.

The white light, which was already showing signs of weakening, came to a sudden halt.

“Pfft—!”

Amidst the rapidly flying light, Bai Suzhen, dressed in white, suddenly trembled violently.

She could no longer suppress the blood and qi churning like a stormy sea within her body.

She jerked her head to the side, and a shocking mouthful of black blood sprayed out.

She had already been in a near-death state.

Her state had been fine while talking with Zhuge Jinyu and the others because she was inside the magic circle set up by the Witch.

This magic circle indeed had some remarkable properties.

It slowed down the flow of time.

It had effectively extended Bai Suzhen's life significantly.

But now that she had left the magic circle.

The death qi within her, which had already condensed into substance, could no longer be hidden.

Seeing that Bai Suzhen looked like she could no longer hold on.

Xiao Qing, who was being forcibly pulled along by the wrist as they flew, was so frightened that her voice changed.

“Sister!”

“Sister, how are you?”

Xiao Qing's tears poured out like broken strings of pearls, shattered by the fierce wind.

She reached back and tightly hugged Bai Suzhen's slender waist, which had become so soft it lacked any strength, crying heart-wrenchingly.

“Sister, let's stop.”

“Sister, I beg you, please stop.”

“You can't use your origin anymore; your soul will be scattered!”

“And... I miss Lord Su. Sister, you must miss him too, right?”

“You've endured so much torture for him, and even bore his child...”

“Don't mind me, Xiao Qing.”

“Faster.”

“Otherwise, there won't be enough time...”

Bai Suzhen's beautiful face was now as pale as a sheet of translucent paper.

She bit down hard on her bloodless lower lip.

Instead of slowing down, she burned her remaining life force.

Pushing her light to the absolute limit once more.

As it turned out, just moments ago on the East Sea.

Bai Suzhen had retreated to the edge, having already made up her mind.

Even if she didn't step forward to compete, even if she didn't disrupt Su Chen's current happiness.

She at least wanted to wait for Su Chen to turn his head so she could catch a glimpse of him from afar across the vast crowd.

To greet him as a complete stranger and say a few words.

Even if it was just a meeting of eyes, even if it was just a simple “take care.”

It would have been a sweetness that she, Bai Suzhen, would take into the Yellow Springs—a sweetness that not even many bowls of Meng Po's soup could wash away.

But in that very second she was waiting.

A terrifying tremor from the depths of her soul.

Descended without warning.

Almost instantly, she realized what it meant.

Something had happened to the Small World.

That was the world where she and Xiao Qing were born.

That fantasy Small World formed from the core “Spirit Vein” of the Blue Planet.

In that instant, Bai Suzhen sensed with horror.

The Spirit River that ran through the center of that Small World, flowing from upstream to downstream and sustaining the life and spiritual energy of the entire world.

It had completely severed.

This was by no means an ordinary phenomenon.

A long, long time ago, this had happened once before.

Every time the Spirit River's flow was cut off, it meant the destruction and reconstruction of the fantasy Small World's civilization.

It also meant that the civilization of the Blue Planet would similarly face a catastrophe.

Speaking of which,

The last time the Spirit River's flow was cut off, it was actually related to Su Chen.

That time, it almost turned the Blue Planet into a dead star.

The Spirit Vein Small World was the foundation of the Blue Planet, an inseparable mirror twin of the main world.

This time, the Spirit River's cutoff seemed more like the Blue Planet was dragging the Small World down with it.