234: Chapter 234 The Bluebird Leads the Way

"Wishful thinking!"

Ye Jing shouted sternly, enduring the agonizing pain of his Divine Soul tearing apart as he raised his hand to press down on Hei Feng's head.

He directly used the Immortal Light of the Immortal Willow to protect Hei Feng's mind.

"The Immortal Willow chose me; it is my Dao fate. How could I ever hand it over to a Devil Head like you!"

A faint greenish light surged into Hei Feng's body through his palm. Hei Feng's wailing gradually ceased, and his spiritual power was instantly restored. He struggled to his feet, his mane bristling as he glared at the Blood-Bone Demon God, adopting a posture of protecting his master to the death.

Seeing this, the vertical pupil on the Blood-Bone Demon God's forehead suddenly constricted, erupting with a piercing black light.

His tone suddenly became sinister: "Ignorant ant. Since you refuse to cooperate, I will personally tear your Divine Soul apart and pluck out the Immortal Charm! I'll cause your Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering!"

The majestic Death Qi surged forward like a tsunami. The palace ruins completely crumbled, and the ground split open into bottomless chasms as countless ghostly shadows roared and lunged at Ye Jing.

Seeing this, Ye Jing thought to himself, "Hongmeng Immortal Clan Willow, let me see what you're capable of!"

He wanted to see just how powerful this Immortal Willow was inside his body!

After all, he had seen it before—the Immortal Willow had dispersed the Demon God's remnant soul in moments. Now, Xuan Yin was still at the Golden Core Middle Stage cultivation base, and that strand of hair formed from the remnant soul was much more powerful than this.

At the very moment the Death Qi was about to swallow everything, a sudden green light awoke and shone brightly within Ye Jing's body.

It wasn't an ordinary spiritual charm, but a crisp aura that felt like the beginning of the world.

The Immortal Willow, which had been residing deep within his Sea of Consciousness, now released countless threads of Immortal Light that surged through his Meridians, instantly weaving a green light barrier around him.

Buzz.

The light barrier collided with the sun-blotting ghostly shadows, resulting in a deafening roar.

When the eerie Death Qi touched the green light barrier, it was like snow meeting the scorching sun, instantly melting away without a trace, leaving not even a speck of dust.

The Blood-Bone Demon God's vertical pupil constricted sharply. It clearly hadn't expected Ye Jing to possess such a treasure that could so effectively counter its Death Qi.

"Is this... Primordial Qi?!"

The Demon God was enraged. Black Qi surged around it, condensing into a massive, pitch-black bone claw. With a sharp sound that seemed to tear through space, it lunged fiercely toward the crown of Ye Jing's head.

But a glowing willow branch appeared beside Ye Jing and whipped toward the Demon God.

In an instant, a shrill scream rang out, and then it immediately turned into fly ash and vanished.

It was annihilated without even the slightest ability to resist.

Xuan Yin, who had just regained consciousness, hadn't yet figured out the situation when he saw a willow branch appearing before him, approaching like a slithering snake.

This was the first time Xuan Yin felt he was on the brink of death. His scalp tingled, and he trembled, not daring to look up.

Appearing before him was Ye Jing, dressed in black robes. He looked at Xuan Yin coldly and declared, "Xuan Yin! I am the Patriarch of the Ye Family! The Patriarch of the Ye Family who killed countless people from your Xuanyou Sect! Remember this for me!"

With that, Ye Jing looked down coldly at Xuan Yin.

His figure vanished instantly.

Xuan Yin, however, was completely terrified by Ye Jing. He gasped for breath, his heart racing uncontrollably.

This Cultivator was the Patriarch of the Ye Family, but how could he have a spiritual pressure comparable to his own?

Could it be that Xuan Ming was right? The Ye Family had an old monster. Otherwise, where would they get so many Yao Beasts? Perhaps that old man was just a front?

For a moment, Xuan Ming's mind was in a mess. Previously, to let the Xuanming Sect survive in the cracks between those Sects, he wouldn't openly provoke the major Sects. He feared they would unite to wipe out the Xuanyou Sect, but now, a Cultivator who made him feel uneasy had appeared from this Ye Family.

Could it be that this Ye Family also had a Golden Core Cultivator?

At this time.

After running an unknown distance, Ye Jing could finally no longer suppress it and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Ye Jing could no longer hold on and collapsed to one knee, supporting himself with one hand on the ground. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, staining the gravel beneath his feet.

Deep within his Sea of Consciousness, the Grandmist Immortal Willow swayed gently, emitting strands of warm green light that slowly nourished his damaged Divine Soul and eased the piercing pain.

"My Golden Finger really does have a significant origin." Ye Jing wiped the blood away. He felt relieved seeing that Xuan Yin hadn't pursued him.

He couldn't kill Xuan Yin now, but he should be able to intimidate him. After all, he had just destroyed the Demon God's remnant spirit; that should scare him to death.

"Roar!"

Just as Ye Jing was drinking crimson blood wine to replenish his spiritual power, Hei Feng suddenly barked beside him.

Ye Jing immediately became alert as a crack appeared ahead, from which came the pleasant sound of bird song.

A crisp ripple of Spiritual Qi wafted from the crack, which surprised Ye Jing.

In this palace filled with Devilish Qi, it was inconceivable to find such pure and stainless Spiritual Qi.

Ye Jing gripped the wine flask tightly, his body tense, his Divine Soul constantly on guard against the crack.

The shimmering white halo at the edge of the crack grew stronger.

The melodious bird song rang out again. This time it was no longer ethereal but as clear as if it were right by his ear, its tone graceful and otherworldly, yet making one's heart tremble.

"What is this?" Ye Jing looked at the strange crack that had suddenly appeared before him.

Judging by the Spiritual Qi, it was extremely gentle and seemed to have no ill intent. The bird song continued, and gradually, a green bird appeared, flapping its wings as if beckoning Ye Jing to enter.

Seeing the dense Spiritual Qi of this green bird, Ye Jing hesitated for a moment before entering alone.

The moment he stepped into the crack, the surrounding Devilish Qi and coldness were instantly shut out, and a refreshing aura of spiritual clarity, carrying the fragrance of plants and trees, rushed toward him.

Ye Jing's tense nerves subconsciously relaxed a bit, and even the stinging pain in his Divine Soul faded slightly.

Beneath his feet was a bluestone path as smooth as jade, and on both sides grew Spiritual Plants and immortal flowers he had never seen before, with crystalline spiritual dew condensing on their leaves.

Every drop contained pure Spiritual Qi comparable to a High-Grade Spirit Stone. In the distance, mist swirled, and an ancient green palace was faintly visible.

Radiant spiritual tassels hung from the eaves, forming a stark contrast to the gloomy demon palace outside.

"Woof!" Hei Feng followed closely behind, his wary low growl turning into a happy whimper.

His nose kept sniffing the Spiritual Qi in the air, and his tail wagged rapidly, clearly very fond of this Secret Realm.

The Green Spiritual Bird that led the way flapped its wings and landed on Ye Jing's shoulder. Its feathers were soft and warm, its beak emitted a crisp chirp, and it gently rubbed its head against his cheek, showing no aggression but rather a bit of intimacy.

Ye Jing raised his hand to gently stroke the green bird's wings. The moment his fingertips touched it...

A wave of gentle spiritual power came through, and the green bird spread its wings and flew forward.

The green bird flew onto the shoulder of a woman dressed in white. She let out a clear chirp; the woman was only a slender figure seen from behind.

She stood under an Osmanthus Tree, with golden osmanthus flowers dotting the fallen leaves.

As the wind blew, the fine golden stamens fluttered down, landing on her plain white sleeves and releasing a faint sweet fragrance that mingled with the crisp scent of the surrounding Spiritual Plants, refreshing the mind.

Ye Jing's footsteps subconsciously lightened, for fear of disturbing this tranquility.

Hei Feng also seemed to have sensed something unusual; he stopped his playfulness, drooped his ears, and followed slowly by his side, his bright black eyes staring at the white-clad figure from behind, full of docility.