Chapter 120: The Siren’s Song and the Sky-Stabilizing Instrument

“Hey! What the hell are you doing!”

Yuange immediately sensed the impending danger.

With the defense crumbling, the vengeful spirits, drawn in by the siren’s song, surged forward like sharks scenting blood, relentlessly battering against the flickering, precarious light shield.

However, before her words could fully escape, the ‘powder keg’ beside her also detonated.

To Ling Shuangjue, the sea demon’s song was no mere illusion of fear; rather, it acted as a potent catalyst.

It stirred the most primal, unadulterated desire for destruction deep within her demonic heart.

In her blood-red pupils, the entire world bled of color, leaving only stark black and white.

These two chattering women before her were ‘obstacles’.

That sea demon in the distance, foolishly provoking her with its song, was an ‘obstacle’.

This decrepit, dying ship was an ‘obstacle’.

This irritating expanse of ocean was an ‘obstacle’.

Everything in her vicinity served as a hindrance, blocking her path to Shen Zhaoqing.

If they were obstacles, then they all had to be destroyed.

“Buzz—”

The Abyssal Slaughter Sword vibrated with an eager hum.

A destructive demonic will, a hundred times more terrifying than when it had slain the Demonic Flood Dragon, erupted from Ling Shuangjue’s body.

This power was no longer constrained by her reason, raging wildly, filled with an indiscriminate aura of annihilation.

It was no longer a ‘paddle’ propelling the boat forward, but an ‘anchor’ threatening to drag the entire vessel, along with everyone aboard, into the abyss.

“Crazy woman, calm down!” Yuange cried, her face drained of color.

She could feel Ling Shuangjue’s cold, emotionless killing intent already locked onto her and Gu Chang’an.

This madwoman truly intended to strike them down here!

“Noisy,” Ling Shuangjue slowly articulated two words.

Her right hand had already gripped the sword hilt; the moment she drew her blade, this already precarious Wave-Breaking Skiff would be instantly torn to shreds.

Amidst this desperate situation, with internal and external threats pushing the ship towards ruin and death, Yuange, serving as the ‘sail,’ finally succumbed.

Her vision no longer held her hostile rivals, but the majestic main hall of her Imperial Palace in the Myriad Demon Kingdom.

Her father, the Demon Emperor, sat high on his throne, gazing at her, kneeling on the ground, with an expression of profound disappointment. –Yuange, you have truly disappointed this Emperor.

–For the sake of a mere human, you dared to defy imperial decree and align yourself with both immortal and demonic paths?

–From this day forward, you are no longer a princess of the Myriad Demon Kingdom. Our Myriad Demon Kingdom has no such shameless, degenerate descendant as you.

Her father’s icy voice pierced her heart. On either side of the hall, the demon ministers who usually fawned over her now regarded her with contempt and mockery.

–Look, that’s the princess who betrayed her race for a human.

–She has utterly disgraced our demon race.

–Even the Golden Crow’s bloodline will be defiled by her…

Isolated and helpless.

Betrayed by her own kin.

The crushing loneliness of being abandoned by the entire world instantly engulfed her.

She had always masked her inner insecurities with a façade of cynicism and pride. She yearned for her father’s approval, longed to follow in the footsteps of her ancestors, and wished for someone to truly see her, not just her identity as a ‘princess’.

Now, all of it had dissolved into an illusion.

‘No, it’s not…’ Yuange murmured to herself, her amber-gold eyes losing all their luster.

Behind her, the fiery wings formed by the Golden Crow’s demonic energy sputtered and completely extinguished.

It was over.

The boat was about to break, the oar had gone mad, and the sail had dimmed.

This ‘Rivalry’ vessel, carrying three proud daughters of heaven, was reaching its moment of disintegration in the Eastern Sea.

Just at this critical juncture.

“Heh, what a spectacle.” A light chuckle, tinged with mockery, echoed clearly through the divine souls of the three, like the sound of a footfall in an empty valley.

Throughout it all, only Yan Wusheng seemed completely unaffected by the song.

She slowly rose, the ancient half of the Heavenly Mechanism Plate in her hand beginning to emit a brilliant silver light.

It was a starlight both ethereal and dazzling.

This starlight was not as scorching as the Golden Crow’s demonic energy, nor as righteous as grand sword qi, nor as void-like as world-destroying demonic intent.

It was cold, rational, and imbued with an absolute sense of order.

It was as if it originated from the immutable laws of the stars, from the deepest reaches of the cosmos.

“By the command of the Heavenly Mechanism, manifest the myriad stars, settle!”

Yan Wusheng flicked her finger, and countless points of light on the Heavenly Mechanism Plate instantly coalesced into an incredibly profound star map.

The star map expanded, transforming into a translucent dome of pure starlight that enveloped the entire Wave-Breaking Skiff.

“Buzz—”

The pervasive song, capable of stirring inner demons, met its nemesis the moment it touched this starlight dome, forcibly isolated and repelled.

Gu Chang’an, Ling Shuangjue, and Yuange all trembled almost simultaneously!

The illusions before them receded like a tide.

Gu Chang’an abruptly snapped back to reality, finding herself still standing on the ship. Shen Zhaoqing had not been refined, but blood still stained her lips, and her face was terrifyingly pale.

Ling Shuangjue’s hand, gripping the sword hilt, also halted an inch from the scabbard.

The frantic killing intent in her blood-red pupils rapidly receded, replaced by a trace of lingering fear and bewilderment.

Yuange also broke free from the illusion of abandonment.

She gasped for breath, drenched in cold sweat.

The three women exchanged glances, each seeing in the other’s eyes an undeniable mix of discomfiture and shock.

They had… lost control just now!

“Awake?” Yan Wusheng’s voice, devoid of warmth, rang out.

Hugging the Heavenly Mechanism Plate, she slowly walked up to the three, her clear, cold eyes sweeping over each of their faces.

“How does it feel? The taste of being rubbed into the ground by your own inner demons?” Her tone was full of undisguised sarcasm.

“It’s the Siren race’s ‘Sea Continent Soul-Suppressing Song’!” Yan Wusheng didn’t wait for their reply, revealing the answer herself. “The ruler of the Eastern Sea, Siren Empress Lan Xi, she must have mistaken us for reinforcements from Penglai Immortal Palace.”

She paused, her gaze finally settling on Gu Chang’an, whose face was the most unpleasant, a playful curve gracing her lips.

“It seems, Fellow Daoist Gu’s Supreme Forgetfulness Sword Art… hasn’t quite reached perfection yet.”

Gu Chang’an’s face was three points colder than the frost on her sword.

What did she mean, ‘not quite reached perfection’?

If this old lady’s Supreme Forgetfulness Sword Art had reached perfection, the first thing she’d sever would be that foul mouth of yours!

Unfortunately, she couldn’t utter those words.

Because the facts were undeniable: she had indeed lost her Dao heart due to the illusion of Shen Zhaoqing, nearly becoming the engine of their annihilation.

She had lost more face than the deepest ocean.

“Hmph, what else can the cowardly turtles of the Heavenly Derivation Pavilion do besides hide in their shells and watch the show?”

It was Ling Shuangjue who spoke.

She had already withdrawn her hand from the sword hilt, the frantic killing intent in her blood-red pupils forcibly suppressed by reason.

However, the world-destroying demonic aura around her remained palpable, forming a cold, low-pressure field that enveloped Yan Wusheng.

Her words seemed to mock Yan Wusheng, but in reality, she was also trying to save face.

After all, the madwoman who had almost drawn her sword to cut everyone down was herself.

Now that she had sobered up, even as a Demonic Venerable, she felt a little embarrassed.

“Exactly!” Yuange immediately chimed in, her small face pale, but her momentum unyielding. “A charlatan! If you’re so capable, why don’t you face that sea demon head-on without your array? Hiding behind and shooting cheap shots—what kind of hero is that!”

The little princess was also seething with anger at this moment.

The illusion of being publicly exiled by her father was her deepest fear.

To have it brutally torn open by an outsider and exposed to her two rivals was even more humiliating than streaking naked in public.

The three, from three different directions, focused their murderous gazes on Yan Wusheng.

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