Chapter 119: Dance of World Destruction

As its body was about to crash through the door, a sword tip emerged from the crack. The sword's light surged forward like a rising water dragon.

Then, a sword slid through the door crack, plunging directly into the creature's ribcage. The sword's light twisted, transforming into intensely burning flames that not only pierced the bones but also scorched its entire chest cavity black.

The bull-headed creature didn't comprehend what was happening. It felt no pain, yet sensed its life force draining away. Naturally, it wouldn't passively await death. It raised its heavy axe to strike forward; its arms were incredibly thick, and the axe itself was massive. This moment, which should have been as swift as a flash of lightning, was preempted by an even swifter sword light.

The large door swung open, and a figure emerged from the dark, unlit room, sword in hand. The figure struck instantly, severing the bull-headed creature's hands at the wrists just as it raised its axe. Then, the figure thrust the long sword against its chest, charging forward violently.

At a certain point, both figures abruptly stopped. A continuous crunching sound filled the air as the sword, which had pierced its vital core, swept horizontally, shattering its spine and sternum completely.

The bull-headed creature heard a sound like firecrackers. It felt no pain but realized it couldn't exert any strength in its arms. It glanced down and saw that its arms were gone.

Then, its upper body began to tilt. It looked again, realizing that the bones in its body had also been severed.

Before its upper body hit the ground, the sword was withdrawn, tossed, and plunged into its forehead. The person gripped the sword and twisted it forcefully, severing the bull horns, which were still stained with blood.

In just three strikes, the bull-headed creature, which had charged with unstoppable momentum, was cut down on the spot. Before it died, it didn't even see who had killed it.

The sword-wielder stopped. She withdrew her sword, then raised her exquisitely beautiful face and offered a faint smile to the red moon.

Madam Bai saw her smile, and her heart trembled violently.

It was Zhao Xiang'er!

She held a long sword, her neat ponytail swayed, and dressed in men's attire, she exuded a striking and heroic aura.

So, who was fighting Shuhai outside in the courtyard?

The moment this thought arose, the sounds of fighting outside the house ceased. The courtyard gate opened, and Shuhai slowly drifted back into the room, bearing numerous wounds.

Madam Bai gripped the armrest tightly, stared at him, and demanded, "Where is the person?"

Shuhai, like a puppet, replied without emotion, "They escaped."

"Escaped?"

Madam Bai's chest heaved. She understood now, but several conflicting thoughts swirled in her mind, warring endlessly. She clutched her head, her fingers digging deep into her long hair. With a sudden tug, she pulled out a handful of strands. Yet, this hair was no longer silken smooth; its ends were subtly curled like dry grass.

She looked at the hair in her hand and murmured, "How disgusting..."

In a corner of the street, Jiu Yu finally retracted his concealing presence. Ning Changjiu leaned against the wall, adjusted his white long dress, and looked around to ensure no one had noticed him.

He sighed mournfully, thinking, "Zhao Xiang'er was so unwilling to dress as a man, yet I'm enduring all this trouble by dressing as a woman..."

"So ugly," he muttered, looking at the dress that felt a bit too small on him.

Then, he picked up his sword and began inscribing a formation on the ground: the Small Flight Formation.

Their plan, meticulously crafted since Madam Bai's first sword strike from the sky, and continuing through the killing of the bull-headed creature and her myriad corpse-shadows, was designed to drive her completely insane through successive provocations.

Before his arrival, he had already taught Zhao Xiang'er the Small Flight Formation, and had also drawn one at the old residence.

Once Madam Bai realized she had been repeatedly tricked and could no longer suppress the demonic nature within her, rushing out of the courtyard in a frenzy to kill him, he would activate the Small Flight Formation to return to the old residence. Simultaneously, Zhao Xiang'er would reverse-draw the Small Flight Formation, appearing at the spot where he had just left the new formation, to kill the completely demonized Madam Bai!

If all of this went smoothly, the final and riskiest step would be...

As Ning Changjiu pondered, spiritual specks of light, forming the pattern of the Flight Formation, began to appear around him. The moment Madam Bai appeared, he would immediately reverse-draw the formation and depart.

However, Madam Bai's courtyard remained extremely quiet.

It was a long, deep silence.

As if the entire world had been frozen by frost, unable to emit even a whisper of sound.

This silence, hinting at ill omens, made him feel a ripple of unease.

He ventured out from the shadow of the wall into the light of the red moon. He looked up at the red moon, provocatively waving his hand. Though smiling, his expression was utterly cautious, constantly on guard against a sudden sword strike.

But Madam Bai's courtyard remained silent.

She was indifferent to Ning Changjiu's provocation.

Madam Bai was now slumped in her wheelchair, a cackling laugh, terrifying like grinding teeth, erupting from her throat. The sound echoed ceaselessly in the small room, like insects buzzing relentlessly around her wheelchair.

She laughed for a very long time, lost in a frenzied, almost delirious mirth.

When she finally looked up, her dark right eye was completely filled with blood, which streamed down her pale cheek, dripping conspicuously onto her white fox fur.

"Since I want to die so badly... then you'll all join me."

As soon as she spoke, the countless warring consciousnesses within her body also quieted, emitting faint, almost pleading hums, as if trying to stop Madam Bai from further action.

Madam Bai, however, had finally made up her mind. She lifted her head, blood swirling continuously in her eyes.

A desolate laugh emanated from the small courtyard: "Unpardonable, no afterlife? So what! I want this Fengdu to be my coffin, my tombstone, and to... bury itself with me."

She clenched her hand into a fist and squeezed hard.

Madam Bai finally drew her sword!

This was a sword strike that poured out her life's entire cultivation. As its sword intent manifested, the entire city perceived it, trembling uneasily. In the boundless darkness, countless violent undercurrents seemed to rise, threatening to become a tsunami that would crash down and obliterate everything.

Confronted by this sword intent, which aimed to annihilate all, even Zhao Xiang'er's expression turned grim as she considered whether to meet it head-on or avoid its sharp edge.

But this sword strike did not descend.

It did not strike anyone.

The sword intent soared into the sky, transcending to a higher point in the world, then crashed back down along its original trajectory, colliding with the red moon!

In the sky, crimson light permeated everything. It was like a blazing wildfire sweeping across the plains, transforming the entire void into a burning sea of fire. It hung upside down in the sky, resembling the outstretched wings of a Vermilion Bird, its bright glow almost completely covering the city gate tower.

The bone sword plunged into the red moon, then pushed against it, accelerating their combined descent!

In the courtyard, Madam Bai let out a heartbreaking scream.

Countless fine cracks appeared in the center of her dark eyes.

Yet, she still struggled to raise her hand. From beneath her fingers, almost stripped of flesh, the last of her spiritual power dripped like water.

"Heh, Flight Formation? You think you're the only one who can draw it?"

On the day Ning Changjiu drew the formation to reach the Bridge of Helplessness, intending to disrupt Ning Qinshui's Underworld connection ritual, she had memorized this formation and secretly drawn one herself by the banks of the Yellow Springs.

She had initially thought it would be unnecessary.

But now, a terribly mad thought surged from the depths of her heart, filling her chest like wildfire and driving her completely insane.

The bone sword, dragging the red moon, plunged into the Yellow Springs. Vast expanses of crimson light turned the entire river blood-red.

The entire Yellow Springs began to boil!

Madam Bai reverse-drew the Flight Formation, instantly appearing by the banks of the Yellow Springs.

She gazed at the boiling water of the Yellow Springs, then leaped in.

This was a pain she had once endured and never wished to experience again in this lifetime.

But her body was continuously decaying, and one of the bone swords she had meticulously prepared for a month had been destroyed by them.

Earlier, Ning Changjiu, disguised as Zhao Xiang'er, had fought to the long street, making her mistakenly believe that the laws of this world were also in disarray.

For the past month, her mental state had been unstable, plummeting from the prospect of becoming the Lord of the Divine Kingdom to hitting rock bottom. Now, with repeated failures and manipulations, she finally went completely insane after this wild idea took root.

With a sword strike that exhausted her life's power, she plunged the red moon into the Yellow Springs.

In the boiling Yellow Springs, she experienced an otherworldly agony. This pain granted her a fleeting moment of clarity, and a hint of regret arose in her heart—she should have waited for Zhao Xiang'er to overturn the chessboard first, then made her own desperate final move.

But this regret was quickly swallowed by the pain.

She didn't know what their exact plan was, only that she refused to stand by and watch her body decay. How unwilling would she be to die like that?

She scooped up a handful of water, took a gulp, then submerged her entire head, drinking deeply like a whale.

Her body once again became covered in bone armor, a long tail regrew from her loins, and a crown of white bone thorns sprouted amidst her hair.

Yet, everything appeared lifeless and grim, devoid of the overwhelming mythical aura she possessed just a month ago.

But it didn't matter; it was enough.

She opened her mouth wide, revealing sharp, white fangs, and glided along the bottom of the Yellow Springs, straining to drink all of its waters into her body.

When she finally emerged onto the shore, clad in bone armor, crowned, and trailing a water dragon, her eyes were vacant.

At this moment, the water of the Yellow Springs was also the Elixir of Forgetfulness.

She had drunk countless amounts and forgotten many things.

In her memory, only one consciousness remained.

"I will destroy the world."