At the heart of the Sunset Forest, the ice-and-fire dual-attribute energies of the Titan Snow Demon Python churned violently. Around it, faint golden light flickered.
"Hmm..."
That was the first scroll of the Heavenly Manifestation, spinning rapidly in midair. The violent energy within it was wrapped in a layer of golden light.
"First, draw out the venom controlling the Titan Snow Demon Python."
Lin Chen nodded.
"Old poison, I'll detoxify Bi Biyao first. You can wait over there for a while."
He turned and looked toward the isolated Snow Demon Python.
"Fine." Snow Demon Python's expression was somewhat unwilling.
Lin Chen's eyes flashed. In an instant, he gathered the surrounding frost grass. The intense flames around the ice grass dispersed, replaced by a cluster of rapidly spinning green needles.
"Her poison is indeed derived from the Martial Soul Hall's Soul Devouring Insect, but her body is different. The poison has already penetrated deep into her bones and soul core. Therefore, the method needed to cure her is different from yours."
"Can't you just use the Frost Grass to neutralize the poison directly?"
Without another word, Lin Chen turned and walked toward the densely packed Frost Grass.
He passed through the Frost Grass, moving as quickly as a shooting star. In a flash, he bent down and plucked several strange plants that resembled tree roots.
"I found them."
Lin Chen smiled faintly.
His left hand formed a claw. Dark ink-like liquid flowed from his fingertips, and the strange plants twisted tightly together. A pale, nauseating stench spread through the air.
His right hand formed another claw. It held a strange flower that looked like a peacock's tail. Sticky purple liquid dripped from its center and landed on the stone, corroding it with a hiss.
"These three are Frost Grass, Netherworld Withered Dragon Grass, and Crimson-Tailed Corrosive Heart Flower."
"They're all poisonous things."
Snow Demon Python's pupils contracted. It opened its mouth and said, "Kid, all three are poisonous. Are you sure you're not trying to kill me and my master's daughter?"
"Kid, are you sure you know what you're doing?"
Lin Chen's expression darkened. He glared at the Snow Demon Python and said, "That's precisely because these three herbs are poisonous."
"Therefore, they must be used in combination."
"Frost grass does not overcome frost, dark snow does not dissolve frost, and poisonous things are also the source of antidotes."
Lin Chen's expression turned cold. He brought the three herbs before the Snow Demon Python and explained, "Your poison hasn't penetrated deep into your bones, so you only need to use the Frost Grass to cure it."
"As for the Snow Demon Python's profound poison... it'll take a little longer."
The Snow Demon Python stared at Lin Chen with its deep, bottomless eyes. Without another word, it took the Frost Grass from Bi Biyao's hand.
"I... can just take it directly?"
The Snow Demon Python asked hesitantly.
"Take it directly, then absorb it." Lin Chen replied.
The Snow Demon Python wrapped the Frost Grass in soul power, then swallowed it in one bite.
It felt the moist energy of the Frost Grass spread through its body.
The Snow Demon Python coiled up and sat down. Black light rose from its body as it began absorbing the herb. Snow Demon Python watched from the side, occasionally glancing at Bi Biyao.
"Right now, we can only wait..."
"..."
Lin Chen leaned against a huge rock. The Diary in his spiritual sea began to tremble again because of his thoughts.
[The moment I saw Qian Ling'er, I was somewhat surprised. How could she have been reduced to such a miserable state? Yet judging from her expression, it seemed that Qian Ling'er's hatred toward Bi Biyao came entirely from this incident?]
[One of them had controlled the Martial Soul Hall for many years and was an empress. The other was the young master of the Heaven Dou Empire for twenty years. Both should have become gods. How could they really have ended up like this?]
[It was only because she had chosen to resist the person named fate. At the moment she resisted that fate, she was destined to fail.]
Qian Ling'er watched this scene and sighed inwardly.
If the hall truly had been destroyed, then so be it. At worst, it would mean that Tang San had defeated her father.
"I'm unwilling!"
[That little white-faced weakling called Han San carries so much power within him that he could destroy the entire Martial Soul Hall. Even the Sea God's divine position was only his stepping stone. His true path was to become the most terrifying law enforcer in the divine realm, the God of Destruction.]
[On the chessboard of the divine realm, Han San was destined to become a God King, an existence that ruled over all the gods. As for Qian Ling'er and Bi Biyao, from beginning to end, they were merely whetstones arranged for him—sacrifices on the road to godhood.]
[Therefore, the destruction of the Martial Soul Hall was inevitable. Even if Qian Ling'er possessed hatred for Bi Biyao, the fools in the divine realm would still personally drag her down from the altar.]
Lake of Life.
You Ruo smiled coldly and said, "The first sacrifice isn't bad. That group of idiots in the divine realm actually let such a good sacrifice slip away."
"Lin Chen... or perhaps I should call him Ling Tian. Stand behind me!"
"Be sure to take care of Ling Tian."
"..."
[But the place I hate most is the divine realm. In order to support a single God King, they actually want the angels who descended into the mortal world to become the most important inheritors of the Martial Soul Hall?]
[Everything is manipulated by the gods. This old man will personally tear that God King apart!]
[Qian Ling'er, you're indeed a fool, but that Han San is merely a lecherous bastard with a poisonous heart. He looks dignified, but inside he's nothing more than a petty insect.]
"Fate's child... the divine realm's God King?"
Inside the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace, Qian Ling'er's anger surged. She gradually became furious.
If the approval granted by the Diary reflected Qian Ling'er's character, then did that mean the so-called angel heir had already determined the outcome of everything she possessed?
Originally, no matter how hard she worked, in the eyes of those lofty divine eyes, she was only a piece of disposable trash?
"I don't believe it!"
Qian Ling'er clenched her fists tightly. Her fingertips dug into her palms with such force that blood trickled down.
"I don't believe this is fate!"
"From now on, I have the Diary. I must form a good relationship with Lin Chen. Only he can help me change my fate."
Qian Ling'er calmed herself. She had to find Qian Renxue and Zhu Zhuqing, and also ask Diary's owner about their shared destiny.
"..."
At the same time, in the shadows near the academy where Shi Nian was hiding.
The two spirits on the rooftop were completely concealed, like poisonous snakes lying in ambush in the darkness.
"That's Han San."
"Interesting. He actually hid the fact that he possessed a ten-thousand-year spirit ring. Heh heh..."
Yue Guan picked the strange chrysanthemum in his hand and slowly tore it apart, his eyes filled with killing intent.
"The Pope has issued a death order. We must kill that Tang San, no matter the cost."
Ghost Douluo's silhouette drifted through the darkness like a black ghost, his cold voice echoing.
"What are you waiting for? Move."
Bi Biyao stood before the palace of the empress, reading the Diary's description of the God King and the sacrifice. Her expression shifted repeatedly, and she was rendered speechless.
"God King? Sacrifice? Tang San, since the divine realm wants to capture you, then before you fly away, I'll first tear off your wings and strip your bones apart!"
"I hope Ghost Douluo and Yue Guan won't lose."
At the same time...
As Ghost Douluo and Yue Guan struck together, the entire space near the academy distorted violently and solidified in an instant.
"Bang—!"
A vast surge of energy crashed down, causing everyone to panic.
Inside the academy, Tang San, who had been struggling through his cultivation, suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. A terrifying sense of impending death instantly enveloped him.
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