423: Chapter 410: Freedom for My Whole Life 423: Chapter 410: Freedom for My Whole Life Her body was clearly frail, and the fierce fire could easily destroy it.
But it was under such a soft, weak body that an unimaginably indestructible soul was wrapped.
Over the past decade, the Ten Directions Sword had never left the body of this young lady.
It existed everywhere within her, like a devil under the dark night, constantly spying, tempting, and destroying her.
It knew clearly that this delicate young lady was indeed sensitive; she feared pain, hardship, weariness, and walking alone at night.
But who could imagine that such a fragile lady, who seemed more delicate than flowers in a greenhouse, was fighting a silent battle day and night with such an Evil God from the Chaotic Ancient Times?
Each appearance of the sword was silent yet shocking.
Yet the girl, forever lonely and proud, managed to come out unscathed every time.
This time was assumed to be different; it felt that when one repeatedly experienced the horrifying process of death and resurrection, it was the best time to invade while her heart was vulnerable.
Indeed, it proved that this was the most shaken she had been in sixteen years.
Yet, no matter how fiercely the storm shook the pines, her roots remained firmly planted, allowing any baptisms and breakages, seemingly never able to destroy the girl’s true heart.
It had to admit, the girl was truly terrifying.
It was as if a monster lived within her heart.
The Dragon Slaying Power caused Fang Geyu’s legs to grow back again.
Her Spiritual Power was exhausted; Dragon Slaying Power could only mend her physical body, unable to restore her Spiritual Power.
At this moment, she was no different from a normal frail girl.
Fang Geyu raised her haggard face, her eyes still bright, “If you’re not here to save me, can you please disappear?
Seeing that face of yours really irritates me.”
“I thought you would feel despair in this situation.”
Fang Geyu cast a disdainful glance, “Shouldn’t you be the one despairing?
Now I am trapped in the dragon’s belly, unaware of the passage of time.
You and I are inextricably linked; I lose my freedom forever, and you will be eternally damned.”
The woman did not speak, her gaze shifting to the endless magma and fires beneath the Sword Qi.
Fang Geyu scoffed, “You might as well throw me back into the fire, cook me for a thousand or eight hundred years.
I would just consider this place a smaller furnace compared to the grand furnace of the universe, nothing but a continued torment.”
She feared pain, but that did not mean she could not endure it.
The woman looked down at Fang Geyu from above as the Sword Qi suddenly cracked beneath her.
Fang Geyu plummeted back into the sea of fire, her beautiful flesh visibly dissolving away, chunks of reddening skin rolled like intestines in boiling water, soon rendered beyond recognition as her bones melted into smoke.
Her fiercely beating heart, wrapped in the Dragon Slaying Power, floated downward through the fiery sea.
The woman sat on the Ten Directions Sword, following it, watching indifferently as the girl cruelly resurrected, her body reassembling, continuing to suffer the agony of the fire.
“I feed on desire, and everyone has desires.
Among the six desires, love and hatred are the most deeply rooted.
But looking at you, you hide your desires so well, are you truly content?”
In the midst of the fire and unbearable pain, Fang Geyu listened to her endless chatter, her head aching, and she furiously retorted, “Go to hell!”
“Illusions are also desires.
Just now you asked who would come to save you, but you harbored no hopes, did you?”
“But what if, he did come to save you?”
She did not specify who “he” was, and Fang Geyu still lay quiet in the burning fire.
Yet the woman on the sword suddenly laughed; she seemed to taste something exquisitely pure, “My dear girl, you really are annoyingly endearing.”
Fang Geyu, defying her usual frail state, fiercely threatened from within the fire, “There’s a limit to stupidity.
This is the Serpent of Abyss, not just anyone can find it.”
The woman, as if boneless, wrapped around the Ten Directions Sword, the gemstone on the hilt darkening, giving off a sinister aura.
She chuckled softly, “Give your body to me, with the Dragon Slaying Power I possess, I can take you to see him.”
Fang Geyu: “Get lost!”
She clenched her teeth, feeling ashamed of her own cowardice.
If it weren’t for her current obvious weakness, this creature would have given up and disappeared as in the past, rather than pestering her incessantly.
“What are you still holding on for?
Don’t forget, he gave you the Dragon Slaying Power.
If he really finds the Serpent and is swallowed, the Dragon Fire will incinerate him to ashes instantly.
Then, how will you find him?”
In response, a hand stretched out from the roaring flames.
The girl’s uniquely delicate and soft arm, as her skin melted away, revealed the chilling white bones.
Although she had lost her Spiritual Power and cultivation, she was still the master of the Ten Directions, and the sword’s owner.
No need for deliberate Summoning, no need to perform any Sword techniques, with a simple action of raising her head, the sword beneath the woman buzzed and returned to its original owner.
The woman on the sword dispersed like a phantom.
Yet her will did not vanish; her voice echoed in this space like a shadow following her, “Give your heart to me, acknowledge me as your master, offer this body to me, and together, where in this vast world could we not reach?”
Perhaps the residual power of the Evil God in the Ten Directions Sword briefly parted the fires, revealing Fang Geyu’s frightful face burned by the fire.
Her eyes, calm amidst the fire, hoarsely mocked, “A mere evil god born from a sword, deluding yourself?”
The powerful will’s voice echoed deeply, imbued with anger, stirring the fire like thunder, “You annoying child!
Then forever sink into this endless sea of fire, and I will watch as you are stripped to the bone and burned, without a chance for reincarnation!”
Fang Geyu snorted, “Don’t worry, there are plenty of people who begrudge my well-being, but who am I?”
Her face full of pride, amidst utter despair and horror, her eyes shone fiercely, “I am Fang Geyu, and I simply refuse to comply with your wishes.
I will live vividly, witness the future, revel in a life of freedom, see the seasons change, and taste every joy of the Mortal World.”
As her flesh turned to blood bones, her bony hand tightly gripped the Ten Directions Sword, a glint flashed in her eyes, and the long-awaited sword struck an angled blow, hitting a protruding hard bone in the dragon’s belly.