Chapter 492: The Northern Celestial Pole
The words of Candle Dragon left Lu Heng looking utterly perplexed.
For a moment, he truly didn't know how to justify himself.
After all, everything sounded too coincidental indeed…
"Were the four symbolic cauldrons lost by Wu Gu?" Lu Heng's expression was somewhat speechless.
The little fox had already inherited Wu Gu's mantle, which he had known beforehand.
However, he was unaware that the little fox had unintentionally lost the four symbolic cauldrons of the ten witches of the Spirit Mountain.
Moreover, it appears that the suspected four symbolic cauldrons have coincidentally surfaced at the Arctic Skyark Palace…
Lu Heng sighed helplessly and said, "Those who know me, blame me; only time will reveal all."
Candle Dragon and Jiu Mie chuckled and nodded in agreement.
And so, the three of them sat by the window, waiting for the arrival of the final large cauldron.
And the demons didn't keep them waiting for long. In the third hour after the passing of the third grand cauldron, the fourth grand cauldron finally appeared beneath the demonic clouds on the horizon.
However, this time, there were no demon soldiers guarding, nor was there a demonic dragon carrying the cauldron.
When the bronze cauldron, emanating strong evil death qi, flew in from the horizon, there was only one woman in a green robe, her face veiled and her true features indiscernible, accompanying it.
Ultimately, under the watchful gaze of Lu Heng and his two companions, the enigmatic woman in green attire, whose origins remained unknown, guided the large bronze cauldron into the palace, vanishing within the inner sanctum of the main hall.
Candle Dragon and Jiu Mie exchanged a glance, and Candle Dragon spoke, "Friend Jiu Mie, have you ever heard of a mysterious woman in green attire with such an enigmatic status in the Arctic Skyark Palace?"
Jiu Mie chuckled and said, "Friend Candle Dragon, with your esteemed status and numerous connections, capable of perceiving every movement within the Celestial Desolation Realm, it is unlikely that you haven't heard of this mysterious woman in green attire. As for an isolated old ascetic cultivator like myself, it is even less probable."
After saying that, the two of them looked at Lu Heng once again.
Lu Heng looked helpless and said, "Even my magic eyes cannot discern the face of this woman… Her veil must be an exceptionally powerful Magical Tool, capable of concealing her appearance and aura."
Lu Heng spoke honestly and truthfully.
Candle Dragon and Jiu Mie, on the other hand, laughed heartily and said, "We didn't say anything… Why are you so nervous, my friend?"
"What's wrong? My friend, why are you so nervous?"
Lu Heng was left speechless upon hearing the banter and teasing remarks of his two mischievous companions.
While the three of them were chatting and laughing in a side hall, simultaneously, in a hidden chamber within the core area of the Arctic Skyark Palace, there arose a faint fragrance of sandalwood.
The young woman in the green robes, who had accompanied the final arrival of the majestic bronze cauldron, was now standing in the secret chamber, extending the wooden box in her hand to the youth-like Demon King Sun Yan.
Next to him, standing by, Nine Phoenix chuckled softly and remarked, "The situation is already set, we just await the opportune moment."
After taking a glance at the contents inside the wooden box, the young man in white attire found his stern countenance somewhat softened.
He put away the wooden box and sincerely thanked the young woman in green robes in front of him, saying, "Many thanks, Sister Su, for your kindness. Even if I, Sun Yan were to give up my life and be reduced to dust, I would still be unable to repay it…"
The young woman in green robes, however, smiled and stopped him, saying, "There's no need for such formalities. You are a disciple of the Wolf God, and it is my duty to support you. However, with the Heavenly Court's army gathering at the border, it seems that it won't be long before Xiao Ai launches a full-scale attack."
"By then, as the Heavenly Thunder Sword unleashes its might, Sun Yan, you…"
In the eyes of the young woman in green robes, there was a hint of concern.
The young man in white attire, however, chuckled lightly and said, "Sister Su, there is no need to worry. After tonight, there will be no more rebels from Hanyu Mountain in this world. As the true devil, it is my duty to exterminate all enemies. The vast World of Eight Desolations is ample enough for me to make the rivers run red with blood."
"The occurrence of fellow disciples killing each other will not happen again."
"Martial Sister Xiao Ai wants to clean house, but she must be able to find me first."
Speaking of this, the typically cold-faced young man in white robes now uncommonly revealed a carefree smile.
In this moment, there is not the slightest hint of gloom or malevolent aura on him, his sunny and cheerful demeanor resembling that of an innocent child.
Unaccountably, the eyes of the woman in green robes grew slightly moist, as if in a daze, she seemed to catch a glimpse of the white-robed man from years ago, who smiled and respectfully bowed.
The white-robed man, who was always graceful and composed, although having departed many years ago, seemed to have left behind a certain precious quality on this young man.
The young man who always dressed in white robes like his master, although his temperament and manner were worlds apart from his esteemed mentor. Yet, there was something at the core that remained unchanged and carried on through generations without faltering.
And this, too, was the reason why she was willing to take great risks and defy the world after seeing him all those years ago, in order to aid him.
With these thoughts in mind, the woman in green robes smiled nostalgically and said, "Then I wish you attain true mastery of the arcane…".
After the white-robed youth and Nine Phoenix watched the figure of the woman in green robes fade away, as the secret chamber closed once again, Nine Phoenix smiled and said, "Little monkey, you have finally reached this step today… Though I have lived for too many years, the excitement I feel today is like none other… Hehe…"
Nine Phoenix smiled and gently caressed the young man's face, her eyes filled with an enamored and devoted love, "I am truly happy for you, my dear."
While in the embrace of the Lord of the Nine Phoenix Palace, the expression on the white-robed youth's face had already regained its former cold and stern demeanor.
He allowed this enchanting and mesmerizing beauty to cling onto him and said, "You may leave, for I have one final matter to attend to."
The seemingly awkward request of the white-robed youth didn't provoke any anger from the Lord of the Nine Phoenix Palace.
She chuckled and gently touched the side of the youth's face, saying, "I understand, I understand. Sister is waiting for you outside. Hurry up~~"
After saying this, the ancient and notorious great demon who held sway over the Celestial Desolation Realm chuckled playfully and released his grip on the white-robed youth, calmly walking towards the exit of the secret chamber.
Every time the white-robed youth encountered significant events, he would contemplate alone in the secluded chambers.
The young man who was once naive, desperate, resentful, radical, yet harbored immense potential, was able to reach his current level step by step through this continuous period of contemplation, constantly emulating the image of the person in his heart.
She, in regard to this, understood, appreciated, and even became enthralled.
After all, such an adorable little fellow is someone she hasn't seen for many years. Being with him can even make her long-withered, world-weary heart beat alive and vibrant once again.
Quietly observing him progress from his innocent appearance in the past to his current achievements is immensely satisfying and joyful.
When the Lord of the Nine Phoenix Palace departed, she had a smiling face and affection in her eyes.
And behind her, the cold-faced young man in white, after the departure of Nine Phoenix, took a deep breath and turned to look at the scroll painting enshrined in the secret chamber.
The painting paper made from Azure Dragon's skin, immortal for millions of years.
The ink refined from the blood of the colossal ink shark of the North Sea, never fading.
The one who painted this scroll is a remarkable figure in the demonic path, the legendary West Sea demon known as Lianbiweng, whose true form was cultivated from a brush. Drawing upon the divine thoughts of numerous individuals familiar with the visage of the Wolf God, this magnificent work was completed within a day and a night, almost capturing the essence of the Wolf God's past glory.
The white-clad man on the scroll, laughing with hands behind his back, exudes a gentle and carefree demeanor, as if everything in the world presents no challenge in his eyes.
If an uninformed person were to suddenly come across this painting, they might even believe that there is truly a person standing here.
For a disciple of Hanyu Mountain like Sun Yan, this painting is an incomparable treasure. Every time he looks at this scroll, it is as if he is transported back to the days when he was still at Hanyu Mountain, under the tutelage of the revered Wolf God.
Carefree, lazy, and indifferent towards worldly matters…
In the confined chamber, a tear trace unknowingly slid down the corner of the young man's eyes, clad in white.
Under the gentle gaze of the man in white, he took a deep breath and reverently knelt down, offering a long, profound bow.
"Master, I feel the inclination to succumb to darkness…"
Inside the confined chamber, the murmured whispers of the young man in white were hoarse yet resolute.
"But rest assured, your disciple will never let you down!"
Inside the secluded chamber, the youth prostrated, surrounded by ethereal incense.
Outside the secluded chamber, as dusk settled and the sun sank in the west, Nine Phoenix stood at the end of the palace corridor, bearing a gentle smile, silently overlooking the vast palace complex beneath.
The young woman in a veiled scarf passed through the demonic realm, having no intention to partake in the upcoming feast of dark forces.
The Hei Yan brothers chuckled gleefully as they walked towards the banquet hall of the main palace guided by the maidservant.
In the splendid radiance of the lights, as demonic creatures gathered, the long-desolate Arctic Skyark Palace witnessed a rare surge of liveliness.
Further to the north, amidst the vast expanse of ice and snow, the low growls of wild beasts sounded chilling in the midst of the fierce blizzard. A terrifying black silhouette, colossal as a mountain, was silently advancing through the savage snowstorm, heading southward.
The guests from beyond the realm had taken their positions early, standing in the distant void, using their unique Magical Tool to glimpse into the scenes of the Skyark Palace, hesitating to approach too closely.
And if one were to look to the north, they would see within the North Sea, where the chilling winds howl and blizzards rage, a fierce snowstorm heading southward.
In this secluded northern extreme, far from the realm of ordinary beings, an unprecedented chaos, beyond anyone's expectations, is unfolding…
