Could We Share an Umbrella?

Beneath Yan Yun Mountain, wind and snow surged wildly. Marquis of Knowing Fate defied heaven to change fate, using the peerless foundation of the Scroll of Life to forcibly repair Bai Yunlian's grievously wounded, dying body.

Her demon core had shattered, and Demonic Essence ran rampant, constantly destroying the vitality within her body and grievously wounding anew the demon body that had only just been repaired.

In the void, Venerable Lady's floating incarnation saw this, her expression turning solemn. She said in a deep voice, "Disperse the demon markings, stabilize the three souls, sever mortal ties."

Ning Chen's body trembled at her words. Yet Bai Yunlian's life hung by a thread, and he could hesitate no longer. His palm essence circulated, the Scroll of Life driven to its limit as he did all he could to disperse the surging Demonic Essence.

Once her Demonic Essence was gone, Bai Yunlian's aura rapidly weakened. A shape-shifting Demon Venerable's thousand years of cultivation scattered in a single day.

Without Demonic Essence, she could not maintain human form. In that fleeting instant of transformation, Ning Chen condensed the power of the four scrolls once more. A scene of creation unfolded around him—life without reincarnation, heaven and earth crying out in unison—as he fixed the demon's human body in place.

Her demon body stabilized, and her three souls gradually settled. As the character for oblivion was about to enter her for a moment, even the steadfast Marquis of Knowing Fate finally showed a flash of hesitation.

"Delay no longer. Sever mortal ties," Venerable Lady reminded him gravely.

Her Demonic Essence had been dispersed and her demon body remade, like an infant newly born. Her soul power was weak, and all those memories were more than the White Flood Dragon of today could bear. The past