Chapter 1614: Chapter 978: A Different Breakfast

Baili An did not fear this sudden surge of power.

Faced with the gigantic temptation of Sword Intent, Baili An merely touched upon it and did not deepen his comprehension.

Despite his cultivation now reaching the tribulation stage, which was considered the pinnacle in the Human Realm.

Yet, the Supreme Dao Pure Sword Technique, his father spent nearly a thousand years cultivating it and only reached the fifth layer.

The stronger the Sword technique mental method, the greater the demand for Spiritual Power.

For him currently, even to utilize the power of the fifth layer of the Supreme Dao Pure Sword Technique, one sword would be enough to drain him dry.

Should he continue to comprehend the sixth or even seventh layer, his Spiritual Power would be hard to control, and even his spiritual power would be hard to bear.

Baili An was not in a rush for quick success; he stabilized his fervent state of mind through meditation.

After taking a sip of Moonlight Wine, both his depleted spiritual power and Spiritual Power were refreshingly replenished.

The intense dizziness within his skull, blurring the line between reality and illusion, was also somewhat alleviated.

The return of his skeletal remains and fusion with his physical body was like a rootless tree suddenly discovering its roots.

With Spiritual Power and Blood Energy that previously drifted aimlessly within his body now seeming to find a home, becoming tangible.

His physical body was no longer at risk of falling apart; the cultivation system within finally formed a complete link.

The formidable physique originally belonging to the corpse demon was gradually being restored.

With head bowed and fist clenched, the massive injury inflicted by the Golden Immortal Baiyang had become less troublesome to handle.

As robust Blood Energy surged through his veins, the tiny lightning bolts wreaked havoc within his flesh like termites in bone, flashing in his palms, slowly forced out.

With his palm opened, a wisp of ghostly blue netherworld fire danced between his hands, yet did not emit any scorching heat.

His body had already been devoured by Netherworld Crow in Chaotic Netherworld Valley.

It was in those three years that Taiyin Emperor used his Divine Origin Power to fuse with Nine Nethers netherworld fire to reshape his body.

At Fang Geyu’s banquet, the intimidating silence that repelled Mu Yunye also came from the inherent death pressure of this Nine Nethers netherworld fire.

He originally thought this body was no longer his own, and the fusion with the Venerable Immortal’s bones would surely cause rejection, yet it now seems to fuse perfectly.

This mastery of Nine Nethers netherworld fire grows more skilled and powerful.

With the recovery of his skeletal remains, Baili An’s goals were half achieved, but whether it was Fang Geyu’s predicament or the capture of the Little White Dragon, there was no progress.

Jiushijiu’s actions were mysterious, unpredictable, with methods cruel and cold, yet curiously...

She seems to worry that he might die.

Baili An didn’t think she was genuinely concerned about his life but rather that his life might still serve a bigger purpose for her.

The wind passed over the mountains, Snow City seemed to weep.

The wind and snow between heaven and earth grew fiercer, as if it wanted to bury this ancient thousand-year-old Silver City under ice and snow.

Fang Geyu pushed open the window, the howling wind mingled with snow pellets streaming into the room, the snowflakes tore through the air and danced.

The small box pendant on the maiden’s chest jingled in the wind.

Her pitch-black calm eyes gazed at the faint azure color of the sky, the color before dawn breaks the darkness.

The rising sun leapt out from behind the clouds, casting a faint golden glow over the mortal world.

The silhouette of the giant blade Snow Tower, which hadn’t melted in countless years, gradually became clearer in sight.

The top of the Snow Tower touched the azure sky, as if it was the nearest point to the Nine Heavens across the lands.

Only those of the most noble and honored status within Shifang City can reach the tower’s summit.

Throughout a thousand years, only two people truly stood tall in that place, closest to heaven.

Fang Geyu was one of them, and in retrospect now, she felt that place wasn’t particularly special.

Be so high from the sky, apart from cold and emptiness, there was not much to feel.

In fact, jumping down with sealed cultivation from such a height, the body would froze into an ice block before hitting the ground in the extreme cold wind and snow.

Such that at the tower’s base, she searched endlessly.

All she found was a handful of pale cherry-colored snow dust.

No skeletal remains, dust to dust, earth to earth, with a gust of wind, it scattered leaving no trace of color.

In her sight, there lay a terrifying and boundless white emptiness.

As her thoughts drifted afar, Fang Geyu’s pitch-black eyes suddenly became clear.

Her gaze shifted slightly, glimpsing at the copper mirror, where a woman’s reflection that did not belong to her appeared.

In snow clothes crane robe, black hair and jade skin, like a snowman, calmly standing in the mirror.

In addition to her enchanting elegance, there was an inherent noble and majestic essence, embodying the spirit of high-spring white snow.

Fang Geyu’s soul-stealing black eyes shifted without emotion as she stared at the copper mirror.

The mirror suddenly shattered, and the figure broke along with the fragmented trajectory.

Fang Geyu slowly straightened up from her semi-crouched position by the window.

She wore an idle sneering smile, stretched lazily, and said, "You truly are omnipresent, aren’t you."

She walked over casually, touched the mirror lightly with her finger, and the cracks instantly healed into a smooth surface.

The woman’s face in the mirror returned to perfection, moving closer to Fang Geyu.

Fang Geyu put on an icy smile, withdrew her hand and clenched a fist, then decisively and fiercely punched forward.

Her small, snow-white, cute fist struck the mirror without making any sound, sinking into the surface as if plunging into water, disappearing into the mirror.

That punch landed precisely on the woman’s face, causing the illusion in the mirror to vanish without a trace.