Chapter 114 – The Little Snow Ferret No Longer Ran Away (15)
As Xiao Bobao felt herself being lifted high into the air, she mentally went through her farewell ceremony, sending her goodbyes from Bai Tang to the Supreme God.
Tang Tang, Qiu’er, remember to resurrect me, okay? I shall now bravely sacrifice myself!
She squeezed her eyes shut and steeled herself, ready to give up her life to buy more time.
Just as the air seemed to carry the faint scent of burning fur, a translucent white arrow shot out of nowhere, shattering the roasting rack.
Xiao Bobaor’s body suddenly felt weightless, and she easily rolled to safety.
That scared the panda to death! The little panda was terrified!
“Brother Jianmu…” Bai Mo’s voice echoed from midair.
“Don’t be afraid, I’m here.”
A gentle man pressed a soothing kiss to the boy’s forehead and draped a cloak over him.
“Mo Mo, don’t be scared. I’m here to save you.”
When Xiao Bobao looked over, Bai Mo had already been rescued, held securely in Jianmu’s arms, being comforted.
Xiao Bobao: Who just stuffed lemons in my mouth? So sour! Waaaah! Is there no one here to hug this poor, lonely panda?
“Mo Mo, you’re hurt.”
It wasn’t a question—it was a statement. The thick scent of blood permeated the cloak and reached Jianmu’s nose. His handsome face furrowed in a deep frown as he began casting a revival spell to heal Bai Mo.
“I’m fine,” Bai Mo insisted. “That guy wanted to sacrifice me to my ancestors.”
With his powerful protector by his side, the little snow ferret pointed accusingly at Hun Yin.
“He even said he was going to roast me alive so that you could eat me when you arrived!”
Good heavens.
Mo Mo truly deserved to be the bedmate of the Celestial Tree.
He accurately hit Jianmu’s sore spot without missing a beat.
Xiao Bobao sneaked a glance at Jianmu, whose face had turned pitch black with fury. His menacing aura was building, like an impending storm about to break loose.
Serious question: Should she drag Mo Mo and hide far away, or just run for her own life?
Hun Yin, however, remained utterly indifferent to Bai Mo’s exaggerated accusations.
Anyone who entered his formation wouldn’t be leaving—not even the Celestial Tree.
“Long time no see.”
Under Jianmu’s murderous glare, Hun Yin casually greeted him, completely unfazed. “It’s been millions of years. I was locked away in a place where I was neither human nor ghost, but now… I finally found a chance to escape.”
He smirked. “I heard you self-destructed, your divine power greatly weakened. Millions of years ago, you and the former Northern Emperor sealed me away. Now, you’re short a teammate, and you’ve lost your strength. Tell me—how many of my attacks do you think you can handle?”
Even during training, trouble seemed to follow Jianmu. And lucky him—having such a sweetheart by his side. But today, both he and his little lover were doomed.
Hun Yin smirked. “You can beg me now if you’d like. Maybe I’ll be merciful and let you die together.” He had made all his preparations and was certain of his inevitable victory.
Convinced that success was the only outcome, he began rambling, spewing a bunch of useless words. His arrogance was so ridiculous that even Xiao Bobao, who knew exactly how powerful Jianmu was, couldn’t help but spare him a moment of silent mourning.
You finally managed to escape, and instead of hiding somewhere to recover and bide your time, you chose to act recklessly.
Instead of being a normal person, you decided to court death. And of all things, you dared to provoke the Celestial Tree’s authority while hitting his sore spot dead on.
Honestly, if you don’t die today, who else would? Rest in peace—I won’t be burning you any paper money during the holidays.
After some thought, Xiao Bobao decided to secretly lower the Bai Clan’s ancestral remains and move them to safety to prevent any collateral damage when the inevitable fight broke out.
From the moment Hun Yin started speaking, Jianmu didn’t spare him a single glance.
Instead, he remained entirely focused on holding Bai Mo and healing his wounds. The warm embrace was so comforting that Bai Mo didn’t want to move at all, half-dozing against Jianmu’s broad, firm chest.
After a while, the little snow ferret’s injuries had fully healed. His once torn clothing now revealed smooth, unblemished skin, rather than sticky blood and gruesome wounds.
Jianmu’s voice, usually warm and gentle, was now laced with an icy chill. “Have you finished your last words?” His long, narrow eyes swept over Hun Yin with casual indifference. A shiver ran down Hun Yin’s spine. But the next second, he gritted his teeth and cursed Jianmu for putting on an act. “You’re already at the end of your rope and still trying to resist? What a joke!”
Jianmu gently patted the little snow ferret’s bottom, his voice as soft as a spring breeze melting winter’s snow. “Little Ferret, wait for me on the side.”
“Okay~” Bai Mo nodded obediently.
Even his ancestors weren’t a match Hun Yin, let alone himself. Better to leave it to his dear, powerful husband.
“Then be careful~” His sweet, soft voice was utterly intoxicating.
Jianmu smiled, ruffling Bai Mo’s hair and gently guiding him to stand beside Xiao Bobao.
Xiao Bobao, meanwhile, was huffing and puffing as she worked to untie the Bai Clan ancestors’ remains. Suddenly, several gazes fell upon her. She froze. Slowly, she turned her head—mechanically. Bai Mo, Jianmu, and Hun Yin were all staring at her. Bai Mo’s gaze was full of gratitude, while Hun Yin’s was seething with hatred.
“Xiao Bobao, thank you,” Bai Mo said sincerely. She was doing everything she could to help him—what more could he ask for?
“Mo Mo, hurry!” Xiao Bobao urged. “If we get all the Bai Clan members down, he won’t be able to activate the Ancient Evil Formation!” She still didn’t know Hun Yin’s exact identity, but did it even matter? Not really. All she needed to know was that he was definitely not a good person.
If the Ancient Evil Formation was activated, the entire Netherworld Realm would be doomed.
They were still unaware that the North Emperor and his allies had already made preparations outside to break open the Netherworld Realm. They were still focused on protecting its inhabitants. If not for this, the ancient evil formation that Hun Yin had set up inside the Netherworld Realm, combined with the grand array prepared by Immortal Lord Han Yue outside, would have been activated simultaneously, bringing disaster to all living beings.
Would Hun Yin really sit back and watch his prize slip away at the last moment? Of course not. He summoned his true form—a demonic sword—and drove it toward Bai Mo’s back. Initially, he had wanted to sacrifice Bai Mo alive, but since the boy refused to comply, killing him outright would be much more satisfying.
Clang! A crisp collision rang out behind the little snow ferret. Sparks burst into the air as chains clashed against the demonic sword.
If Hun Yin wanted to kill Bai Mo, he would first have to get past Jianmu.
The elegant deity held an iron chain that seemed completely at odds with his refined appearance. This chain was no ordinary weapon—it was meant to drain spiritual energy the moment it touched flesh.
Yet now, it failed to perform its intended function. Upon closer inspection, the chain dangled in midair, trembling slightly despite the absence of wind or movement from Jianmu, as if trying to flee.
Iron Chain: I was absolutely terrified. Master, save me!
Unfortunately for the iron chain, its master, Hun Yin, was in no position to rescue it. Instead, this once-loyal weapon had become Jianmu’s tool against him.
Jianmu’s original divine weapon was his own true form, but since he couldn’t summon it here, this iron chain would have to do.
The battle raged on fiercely, sparks flying in all directions. Meanwhile, Bai Mo and Xiao Bobao were struggling to rescue the Bai Clan’s ancestors while dodging the fiery embers. It was exhausting work.
“You forced me to do this,” Hun Yin finally growled. Jianmu had deliberately prolonged the fight to buy Bai Mo time to transport the ancestors’ remains. After hundreds of exchanges, Hun Yin realized that Jianmu had not been fighting at full strength, while he himself was nearing exhaustion.
Xiao Bobao had successfully placed the Bai Clan ancestors into a newly created system space, a delicate spatial artifact now hanging around Bai Mo’s neck.
If Hun Yin wanted to complete the sacrifice, he would have to capture Bai Mo first. But to capture Bai Mo, he would need to kill Jianmu. Weighing their abilities, Hun Yin knew he had no chance of defeating Jianmu in a direct fight.
But he still had one last trump card.
“Hahahahaha! Trading hundreds of thousands of souls from the Netherworld for just sixteen members of the Bai Clan—who’s really at a loss?” With that, Hun Yin chose self-destruction.
This was merely one of his avatars; half of his divine soul still resided within Immortal Lord Hanyue. As long as Hanyue lived, he would not truly perish.
Sacrificing half his soul to severely wound Jianmu and Bai Mo, possibly even burying them alongside the Netherworld Realm—this deal was well worth it.
The moment Hun Yin self-destructed, all sixteen pillars collapsed in unison, and the barrier covering the underground plaza vanished. The ancient evil formation, activated by the remnants of Hun Yin and the crimson liquid flowing from him, began its horrifying work. Souls of the Netherworld’s inhabitants were forcibly extracted from their bodies and pulled toward the center of the formation.
…
Outside, at the great gate of the Netherworld, three elders who had been dispersing the mutated Netherworld frost suddenly felt an overwhelming wave of malice. The gateway between the Netherworld and the outside world was being forced open—a catastrophe of heavenly proportions. Below, the ancient evil formation wreaked havoc, shaking the land itself apart.
Panicked citizens who had no time to escape collapsed to the ground, wailing in terror. Their spirits were violently ripped from their bodies by an invisible force, as if countless unseen hands were dragging their souls into the cracks splitting open beneath them.
The worst possible scenario had come to pass. With the gate open, not only would the Netherworld Realm suffer, but the other five realms as well. The first to be affected would be the Northern Forest, closest to the Netherworld, followed by the Divine Realm, then the Mortal Realm…
In the Divine Realm, Immortal Lord Hanyue continued to feed celestial bones, spirit roots, and souls into the massive formation. At the very center sat a severely injured Hun Yin, who had lost his avatar in the Netherworld. Originally, this formation was meant to strengthen him, but now, unexpectedly, it was being used for healing instead.
Outside the Northern Forest, at the moment the gate was forced open, a surge of murky Netherworld frost rushed out. As if possessing intelligence, the frost coiled around Demon Lord Lou Shun’s arms and legs, greedily siphoning his power.
Lou Shun curled his lips into a cold smirk. “Insignificant trickery.”
Suddenly, within the formation, Hun Yin coughed up a mouthful of blood. The power he had dispersed into the mutated Netherworld frost had not absorbed the North Emperor Jiang Liangwu’s spiritual energy as he had intended. Instead, it was neutralized, dealing yet another severe blow to him.
Hun Yin’s face twisted with fury as he glared at Immortal Lord Hanyue. With a vicious snarl, he spat, “Didn’t you say Jiang Liangwu was guarding the gate?!”
Immortal Lord Hanyue was equally shocked by this sudden turn of events. Facing the far more powerful Hun Yin, he dared not hide anything. “The information I received was that the North Emperor activated the Luo Scroll Formation. That’s correct!”
Hun Yin was infuriated by Hanyue’s incompetence. Who said that activating a formation was the same as guarding the gate? How could those two things possibly be the same?!
“Idi*t.” Hun Yin seethed as he glared at the still-clueless Hanyue. His stored divine souls were nowhere near enough to compensate for the severe injuries he had sustained.
Not enough. Still not enough. These were all low-level souls—even in large numbers, they weren’t sufficient to restore him.
Suddenly, his gaze shifted to Hanyue. Wasn’t there a perfect offering standing right before him? Hanyue might not be on the same level as Jiang Liangwu or Jianmu, but he was still a High God.
“N-No, Master! I’m useful! I know the Divine Realm inside out! I can help you—” Hanyue stammered as he saw the naked hunger in Hun Yin’s eyes.
For the first time, he realized that intelligence was not always an advantage. If only he had kept his mouth shut! Perhaps Hun Yin had only been considering the idea before, but now that he had spoken, his fate was all but sealed.
“This is the moment for you to be of use to me. I’ll be sure to remember your contribution.”
Before Hanyue could beg or defend himself further, ghostly blue flames coiled around him, dragging him into the formation. Amidst the crackling fire and his agonized screams, Hun Yin licked his lips in satisfaction.
As expected, the divine soul of a High God was far superior to those of mere celestial soldiers.