The Book Soul Chronicles: Godslayer

Chapter 144 The Past of the Ancient Kiln Lady

At this moment, Miaolian stood alone on a desolate hillside. He looked around and saw that he was surrounded by green mountains, but the hillside was barren.

At the top of the slope stood only a huge, sparse, withered tree, which looked particularly abrupt and eye-catching. Apart from that, the surrounding area was filled with oddly shaped, jumbled rocks, piled up haphazardly.

Even more surprisingly, the surrounding green mountains were not a normal bluish-green, but rather a color close to dark green.

Upon closer inspection, wisps of black mist can be seen rising from the mountainside and spreading into the sky. This makes the entire hillside look eerie and terrifying, giving people a sense of oppression.

Dark clouds spread across the sky, forming a thick layer of clouds that blocked out the sunlight, plunging the hillside into darkness.

Apart from the occasional cawing of crows, this land seemed to have lost all vitality, resembling a desolate wasteland.

Just by looking at this scene, you can imagine that this place is truly deserted. On the way here, weeds grew wildly on both sides of the road, and long thorny branches had stretched over the road surface on both sides, leaving only a place to step in the middle of the road.

However, the road is mostly covered with the footprints of various animals, and of course there are also human footprints, but whether they were made by humans is unknown!

Miao Lian simply shifted his gaze to the roadside marker that was covered in a thick layer of dust. He gently raised his hand and wiped away the dust, revealing the three large characters "Luan Shi Po" (meaning "Rough Rock Slope").

Seeing the scene before her, Miaolian sighed softly, as if she were feeling pity for the creatures in this land!

Then, he walked alone straight toward the lonely, withered tree!

At this moment, the crow on the withered tree branch stared at Miaolian with its blood-red eyes!

Inside the cave, a languid woman leaned against the throne. She wore a light white dress and her long, dark hair was casually draped behind her. From the front, she had a somewhat cold and beautiful appearance, and the faint allure in her eyes added a unique charm. She was clearly a demon, but she possessed a noble and aloof temperament!

This woman is Madam Guyao. At this moment, she is looking at the huge mirror in front of her. The scene reflected in the mirror is Miaolian walking towards the withered tree!

A seductive female voice broke the silence, "Madam, this monk seems to be here to die!"

After saying that, she covered her mouth and laughed shyly, as if mocking his ignorance!

Upon hearing this, Lady Guyao's previously calm face suddenly changed, and a subtle pressure emanated from her. The banshee who had just been teasing her sensed this and immediately shut her mouth in fear, cautiously looking up at the woman casually leaning on the throne above!

The woman on the throne had no chest rise and fall, nor was she breathing. She was very light, as if she were leaning against a feather. Yet, she stared coldly at the succubus who had just spoken so much!

At this moment, another female demon beside her also sensed the tension in the atmosphere. She, who had been somewhat gloating, felt that this was her chance to shine!

So he immediately said, "What are you saying? Can't you speak properly? If you can't speak, then don't speak. You're just an idiot who's only grown older but not smarter. What are you babbling about? The lady has her own plans. What are you guessing for?"

Upon hearing the reprimand, the banshee, who had just begun to speak, lowered her head even further, concealing the resentment and fear in her eyes.

The resentment stemmed from the fact that the female demon had spoken too rudely to him. The two demons already had a bad relationship, and today she had deliberately humiliated him, yet he dared not say a word.

The fear came from Madam Guyao. Although they were also great demons who had cultivated for thousands of years, their cultivation was far inferior to that of Madam Guyao. In particular, Madam Guyao was unpredictable and hard to fathom. If she was unhappy, she might take their lives directly!