Chapter 107: Fengdu Divine Kingdom

After its neck bone shattered, the second great demon's massive body became still, as if petrified. It then collapsed into countless fragments of bone, crashing into the sandy water, where it was swiftly consumed and dissolved by the river.

The sword was sheathed back into the umbrella.

Nine-Feathers flapped its wings and ascended, continuing to carry Zhao Xianger towards the next bone demon.

Zhao Xianger was now also in the Longevity realm. While combat between those in the same realm would ordinarily be difficult to determine life or death, Zhao Xianger's Longevity realm was exceptional, and she wielded a sharp blade capable of cutting through almost anything.

Most importantly, her intent to kill and her killing aura were both extremely potent. She never focused on specific techniques when using her sword; every strike was a decisive, clean killing blow, leaving almost no trace.

The third bone demon was twice as tall as the previous two. Its long, thick arms waved like waves in the air, releasing successive surges of death energy, blocking Zhao Xianger's path.

The source of this death energy was identical to that wielded by Ning Qinshui in the Judge's Manor; even a slight touch would rapidly corrode the skin.

After momentarily blocking Zhao Xianger with dense netherworld death energy, it suddenly raised its hands above its head and lunged forward, colliding with the young woman surrounded by netherworld energy.

It was using its own body as a sword!

Zhao Xianger could have temporarily avoided the assault, but the opponent's do-or-die aura ignited her desire for combat. With a clear cry, she slightly bent her body, her calves pushing off forcefully, and her form instantly grew dozens of feet taller. Nine-Feathers let out a clear cry, transforming once more into a long sword that coiled around her. Zhao Xianger seized the sword and directly slashed at the great bone demon.

No magnificent sword light illuminated the scene, for the long night was the same color as the sword.

As she gripped the hilt, it was as if she held the entire night itself.

Thus, a single slash seemed like the very sky collapsing.

The crunching and cracking of bones erupted instantly. A large hole split open at the bone demon's nape, and Zhao Xianger's figure, clad in tight black attire, with her umbrella on her back and hair tied up, burst through the bone.

She did not look back at the scene of the bone demon's death and collapse, but instead rushed directly towards the Bridge of Helplessness.

At the head of the bridge, everyone was on high alert, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Below, Ning Changjiu and Ning Xiaoling also shattered demon bones with their swords, carving out a path paved with shattered bones.

Ning Xiaoling looked up. She had heard the commotion of Zhao Xianger successively slaying three bone demons, and before she could recover from her shock, she saw Zhao Xianger swiftly rushing forward towards the Bridge of Helplessness without hesitation.

Ning Xiaoling clenched her fists and complained slightly, "Brother, why is Sister Xianger's acquired spirit so powerful that it can always stay by her side? My little fox is only rarely let out to ambush someone, and then I have to quickly put it back."

Ning Changjiu sighed and said, "When your fellow disciples see your cultivation speed, they probably feel the same way."

Amidst their brief exchange, the two followed Zhao Xianger's figure and rushed towards the Bridge of Helplessness.

At this moment, Ning Qinshui, who bound his fractured soul with the character 'Qin' (capture), hastily arrived, carrying a massive black ox head.

Before he could speak, Madam Bai extended a finger and tapped. Beneath the ox head with a pair of horns, white bones spread, and a body regrew. The ox head, which had been dead, came back to life. It stared at its humanoid body, turning its head blankly, as if it couldn't comprehend what had just happened.

The other specters guarding the Bridge of Helplessness, led by King Yama, were also standing by in full battle formation. The authority of Fengdu transformed into tangible power, flowing into their bodies in waves, blocking the path of the three young individuals.

What they represented at this moment was a portion of the Underworld Lord's power, possessing divine laws unique to gods. Even Zhao Xianger, wielding Nine-Feathers, was momentarily blocked.

In the sky, the red moon was now almost perfectly full.

Madam Bai's voice rang out coldly: "Don't waste time. Block the flow."

The words reached Ning Qinshui's ears, and his entire body jolted. His fractured body quickly healed completely. He immediately remembered his duty, saying, "Yes, Madam."

Ning Qinshui stepped into the air above the sandy water. He hovered there, gazing at the surging river below. Holding his breath and concentrating, he meticulously drew the two characters 'Qin Shui' (Capture Water) in the air with his Judge's Brush.

To 'capture water' meant to capture the sandy water.

This was the special authority granted to him by Madam Bai.

The sandy water, now almost entirely the Yellow Springs, was forcefully pulled up by his hands. The river no longer seemed like water, but rather a deep yellow ribbon.

Once Fengdu was completed, the sandy water and the sandy river would be separated. Therefore, this sandy water had to be cut off in advance and enclosed in a circle, so it could flow and cycle within the city independently.

Outside the Bridge of Helplessness, Zhao Xianger wielded Nine-Feathers, unleashing three consecutive sword strikes. Each strike concentrated on a single point, fierce and domineering, aiming to break through the Bridge of Helplessness's defenses in one go.

Under Zhao Xianger's successive assaults, the long bridge vibrated precariously, as if it might break at any moment. The underworld officials, who had set up formations to resist Zhao Xianger's attacks, were also faltering in their souls, struggling to hold on.

Meanwhile, in Ning Qinshui's hands, the Yellow Springs had risen like a coiled dragon. If one were to overlook the city from above, one would see the yellow-dragon-like river, like an Ouroboros, having connected its body into a complete ring.

Upon sensing this, King Yama also let out a long sigh of relief. He knew that Fengdu was about to be fully formed, and the fate of these troublesome insects was sealed!

Between the five heaven-piercing colossal pillars, the scene was about to solidify.

Zhao Xianger had successively destroyed three bone demons, her killing intent soaring. However, her sword could not currently sever the Underworld Lord's authority, and she was blocked outside the Bridge of Helplessness. Thus, every one of her sword strikes was extremely violent, causing the center of Linhe City to tremble incessantly.

The old city lord, now transformed into King Yama, stood at the forefront. He gazed coldly at the young woman hovering in the air and said, "Stop struggling. It's too late for you, no matter what. I see you possess considerable ability. Why not commit suicide now, become specters, and surrender? Madam is magnanimous and may cherish your talents, perhaps she could… What are you doing?!"

The old city lord's gentle coaxing suddenly turned into fury.

Just then, around the rather inconspicuous white-clothed youth, several star-like specks of light, condensed from spiritual power, suddenly appeared.

Ning Changjiu looked up, and began drawing the Reverse Flight Array.

On the Bridge of Helplessness, the Flight Array diagrams previously carved by Ning Changjiu simultaneously lit up.

Earlier, when he had engaged in a fierce battle with Madam Bai on the long street, he had attempted to activate this array.

However, he had been forcibly pulled back by Madam Bai. But now, Madam Bai was fully engaged in constructing her divine realm, and had no time to pay him any mind.

The barriers they had set up could not suppress the grade of the Flight Array!

With the reverse drawing complete, the next moment, Ning Changjiu's figure suddenly appeared on the long bridge. His movements showed no delay; he started with the White Silk style, and then used the Great River Enters Ditch style to directly shatter the soul of Ning Qinshui, who was still refining the Yellow Springs.

After a single sword strike, he sharply turned, unleashing the three uniquely chilling sword styles—'Cloud Cliff Engravings,' 'Leisurely Falling Osmanthus,' and 'Knocking on Moon, Asking Immortals'—in succession. The underworld officials, who were using their authority to block Zhao Xianger, had no time to parry. Sword light shattered their souls, and in the gaps where their souls momentarily condensed, Zhao Xianger had already broken through the barrier and passed.

"Still somewhat useful," she commented coolly, giving Ning Changjiu a rather positive evaluation.

As she spoke, she looked up and glanced at the red moon, her heart string taut, for in her sight, the red moon was almost indistinguishable from being completely full.

Zhao Xianger erased the fleeting worry from her mind. Nine-Feathers transformed into a sword, and all her spiritual energy was poured into its blade. The long sword, sensing its master's will, let out a clear, resounding hum!

Behind the bone throne, Zhao Xianger's figure abruptly stopped. Her sword intent also peaked at this moment. She raised her sword high, like an executioner wielding a blade for a beheading, and with a single slash, enshrouded in the vast night sky, she brought it down, intending to destroy Madam Bai, who was in the midst of constructing her divine realm, in one fell swoop.

At that moment, in Zhao Xianger's stark black-and-white eyes, the bone throne, which had been facing away from her, suddenly turned around.

Everything seemed to stretch out endlessly. Whether it was the rotation of the throne or the descent of the long sword, or everything else within their perception, it was as if some artificial force was drawing out everything they knew to an extreme length.

As the Nine-Feathers sword descended, everything seemed to fall into a cycle of cause and effect; the bone throne had just perfectly spun around.

The woman, clad in a long bone gown, with rosy red lips and ink-black hair piled like clouds, looked indifferently at the sword-wielding young woman. She extended her hand and lightly pushed. Zhao Xianger's towering killing intent, which she had gathered, was instantly dispersed. With a sonic boom in the air, Nine-Feathers whimpered, and the young woman's figure was instantly blasted away, rapidly retreating through the night, violently crashing into the buildings of Linhe City, causing large sections of houses to collapse, plowing a long path of destruction.

In the midst of the ruins, Zhao Xianger arduously picked herself up, propped by her umbrella.

Had she not opened her umbrella in time to block the attack just now, she might have been severely wounded and unable to rise after that single blow.

In the sky at this moment, the red moon was perfectly full. The five heaven-piercing pillars, symbolizing mythological logic, had also fully materialized. The foundation of Fengdu was complete; all that remained were the trivial matters of adding bricks and tiles.

Madam Bai slowly rose from her throne. Facing the divine pillars and with her back to the red moon, she held the green sand jar, like an elegant noble embracing a cat. She looked down upon the three young individuals, who were now fighting like cornered beasts, and a unique veil of mystery covered the smile on her face.

"Welcome to my divine realm."