Journey to the End of the Night

Chapter 1667 - 1002: Beichen Fu Yuan (2)

The True Ancestor Evil God mingled among them, as effortlessly as a fish in water. Fu Yuan suppressed and purified it, exhausting his strength, and thus perished in the chaotic tide of demons, leaving no remains.""The True Ancestor Evil God is an incorporeal evil spirit and cannot truly die. Henceforth, the responsibility of suppressing the True Ancestor Evil God, preventing it from wreaking havoc upon all beings, fell upon the immortal descendants of Fu Yuan."

Baili An’s expression suddenly became extremely grave: "I have never heard of the existence of any descendants of Venerable Immortal Fu Yuan in the heavens above."

"Indeed, that is the case." Qu Yin displayed a slightly mocking smile on his hidden face: "The responsibility and duty of suppressing the True Ancestor Evil God is immensely heavy; not everyone can risk everything for the world.

The True Ancestor Evil God cannot consume the desires of Fu Yuan’s lineage to strengthen its own soul.

Using Fu Yuan’s blood to suppress the True Ancestor Evil God is the safest and most proper method within the Six Realms. It does not require one to sever emotions and desires to the point of being heartless and passionless.

One only needs to possess great courage, to face the realization of darkness and fear directly. It’s just a pity..."

Qu Yin sighed: "Even though Fu Yuan was valiant, the fairy born of his bloodline evidently lacks the courage to shoulder the responsibility of her lineage.

Immortal Venerable Zhu Zhan has always been protective. Fu Yuan died heroically in battle, leaving only two of the Emperor’s seven sons.

Beichen, a blood relative of Fu Yuan, miraculously survived on the brutal battlefield. He naturally must be shielded at all costs.

How could he bear to sacrifice his brother’s bloodline to suppress the Evil God, taking a path of no return?"

Baili An’s gaze was cold: "Enjoying the worship of all beings, those who sustain their divine status do so for the sake of all people under the heavens, for immortals, to wield the power of immortality, to fulfill their duty."

If indeed, as you say, the descendants of the God of Beichen enjoyed the glory of immortal realms sealed by the achievements of their ancestors in battle, yet do not understand their mission, instead throwing all responsibility on someone entirely unrelated..."

As he spoke, a sense of melancholy weighed down Baili An’s heart, reminding him of the woman who leapt from the Snow Tower’s myriad blades. Her aloof and resolute figure turned to desolate bones and ashes in the sudden snow and astral wind, forever separated from her closest kin by the gulf of life and death.

Inheriting the bitter fate of two generations, whether it was Xue Fu, who forsook familial ties and even life and soul,

Or Fang Geyu, who sealed away emotions and accompanied the darkness and great fear throughout the years.

They both always considered their mission as more important than anything else, willing to abandon everything in their hands for it.

But now it seems like a harsh wake-up call, clearly telling Baili An that this mission never belonged to them.

Simply because those born in the clouds, innately possessing mighty divine power, in their own battleground, evaded their rightful battle.

Baili An slowly placed his hand halfway over his face, the cold gaze between his fingers contained deep anger.

He laughed lowly twice, his expression gradually becoming somber:

"So, although the trouble caused by the True Ancestor Evil God is significant, it is not entirely unsolvable, as long as the descendants of Fu Yuan of Beichen can be found..."

"Master." Qu Yin lowered his head even more, "Among the three thousand records in the Mortal World, there is no mention of Fu Yuan’s descendants.

This indicates that Immortal Venerable Zhu Zhan has hidden these immortal scions very deeply; to him, Fu Yuan’s descendants are his untouchable Reverse Scale.

Master’s actions are tantamount to... defying the heavens."

Baili An put down the hand covering his face, his calm gaze showed no ripples of emotion as he said plainly:

"Since it is the Reverse Scale, the Immortal Venerable should keep his Reverse Scale well hidden.

If someone can easily discern the location of this Reverse Scale, then it cannot be blamed if someone else comes to pluck scales, pull tendons, and loosen bones for him."

Hearing this calm yet serious tone, a brilliant color flashed in Qu Yin’s abyss-black eyes for a moment, yet he quickly suppressed it with composure, merely leaving a hint of a playful smile at the corner of his lips.

"It seems the Master has already deduced where these descendants of Beichen are located."

Baili An said: "The higher the immortal rank, the harder it is to have progeny. Fu Yuan was one of the Father Emperor’s seven sons, with pure Immortal Essence, fortunate to have descendants.

Immortal Venerable Zhu Zhan has diligently protected them. Over all these years, the Beichen lineage has likely thrived, forming a substantial clan.

For an Immortal Venerable, hiding a single descendant of Beichen is not difficult. But if one wishes to hide an entire clan without a trace, it would undoubtedly need to be in a domain beyond the reach of normal realms."

"And in the realms beyond the Six Realms, there is only the Kunlun Pure Ruins, the domain governed by the Empress, where other clan’s divine bloodlines cannot be hidden.

Thus, it seems the only place truly capable of hiding that group of descendants of Beichen..."

Baili An’s gaze wandered across the heavens and the earth before he spoke faintly: "Would be within the Nine Gates."

Qu Yin said: "The Nine Gates are the foundation of heaven and earth, the beginning of all things, and are not under the control of any immortal or demon.

The Nine Gates possess independent consciousness and choose their masters, even the Father Emperor cannot forcibly command the power of the Nine Gates.

Immortal Venerable Zhu Zhan commanded that within the Six Realms, none shall lay a finger on the power of the Nine Gates, yet now, for personal gain, he secretly activates the Nine Gates’ power, merely to ensure the immortality of the Beichen bloodline. Truly, it feels somewhat insipid."

Baili An stood up with a distant elegance, bowed deeply to everyone, expressing gratitude, then did not linger within the Bronze Gate.

Divine Thought and spiritual power returned to his physical body in the real world, and the six Divine Talismans also returned to the Sea of Consciousness.

Unknown how many days had passed during this seclusion and cultivation, but a thick layer of dust had settled upon Baili An’s robes.

He rose, shaking off the dust and frost from his body, and the Corpse Pearl that lay dormant in his heart began to vibrate and come to life.

After conversing with Rushou to obtain a certain insight, Baili An confirmed that the Beichen Immortal Descendants were hidden within the Silver Gate.

The Nine Gates of the world, all are domains of great danger, save for the Silver Gate, which stands apart from the rest.

Within the realm of the Silver Gate, Spiritual Power is abundant, a place for all living beings to flourish and thrive, a flourishing paradise, the Gate of Longevity.

Even for a Golden Immortal like Feng Xu, it was a dream, hoping to extend his life through this gate’s power, to achieve longevity.

If one were to hide the Beichen Immortal Descendants, the inherently harmless Silver Gate would be most appropriate.

Baili An was not a Saint, nor did he harbor any guilt over the thought of ’sacrificing one to save another.’

He only knew one thing, and that was Fang Geyu.

The True Ancestor Evil God should return to where it belongs.

He would not consider what trouble his actions might bring to the Beichen descendants who lived in a world of peace.

Well then, this auction.

He too... was beginning to look forward to it.

The eagerly anticipated Golden Immortal Auction was approaching quietly.

The annual auction in Shifang City is always held at the Wanggui Building.

Wanggui Building is an open-air pavilion. Looking up, one can see the vast sky. It sits by a riverside, and the auction stage for nobility from the celestial places defies the laws of gravity, suspended high in the air upon the celestial stone platform.

Within each seat of Wanggui Building hangs a human-sized copper mirror.

It is said, when the auction begins, the items for each auction will appear in these mirrors.

For bidding, one uses their finger as the brush to write their bid on the mirror to participate.

This is quite different from how other countries or forces conduct their auctions, rather novel indeed.

Although, according to the analysis from the obtained insight, since Jiushijiu promised to help him rescue Xiao Bailong, he will not break his promise.

But as the auction approached as scheduled, Baili An still hadn’t seen her rescue and return Xiao Bailong; in recent days, she hadn’t been seen, plotting some sort of scheme behind the scenes again, perhaps.

In the ancient city of the early morning where mountain mists rise, Wanggui Building had already opened to the public, and the auction platform was already floating high in the air, hanging at a height overlooking the entire city.

There is still some time before the opening of the auction.

Baili An originally did not want to go early to join the bustle, for as the highlight of this auction, Xiao Bailong would undoubtedly appear last.

Arriving early did not hold much significance for Baili An.

However, these days, Baili Yu lingered in Shifang City and did not leave.

Despite being enraged to the point of madness by Ying Ji and her son during the Sea God Festival.

He could never forget the person in his heart over so many years, so he refused to give up, going daily to Ying Ji’s place to seek her out,

But the Sword Master is naturally peculiar, despite having a strong desire to reconcile, he remained resentful of Ying Ji keeping other men, unable to put aside his pride.

Each time he came looking, he would stand awkwardly and rigidly outside her courtyard, saying nothing.

Ying Ji had looked at this proud and aloof facade for centuries and had long grown weary of it.

Thus she had no intention of indulging him as she did in the past.

As soon as Baili An exited his seclusion, she took her son’s hand, and intimately dragged him out early into the city.