Chapter 881: Memory Peeping
Hanji Nayi has fully appeared.
Although she was suspended in mid-air, there was no sign of her waking up.
Dressed in barbarian attire, with its smooth yet rigid lines, it showcases the boldness and untamed spirit of the Northern Barbarians.
She is tall and slender with an upright posture like a pine tree, yet she still possesses the graceful curves of a woman.
However, she exuded a cold and deathly aura.
It was an aura that had been refined over countless years.
Time seemed to stand still for her, and life gradually faded away during the long wait.
Her eyes were closed, her face was exquisitely beautiful yet pale, like a fairy sculpted from ice and jade.
It stood there quietly for countless years.
Jiang Yantian gazed at the beautiful figure, his heart filled with mixed emotions.
Complex emotions surged within his eyes.
The northern barbarians knelt down and bowed their heads in respect.
In an instant, on the vast ice field, only a dark mass of figures could be seen lying prone on the ground, like a field of wheat that had been blown down by a gale.
The shouts they uttered were like the howling winds across the icy plains, filled with burning devotion and excitement.
The echoes lingered over the ice field for a long time.
His eyes were filled with awe and reverence.
The three girls, Leng Ning and her companion, also covered their mouths.
I can hardly believe that such a woman was hidden inside such a huge iceberg.
The Icefield Holy Witch who only existed in the ears of these people.
Jiang Yantian stepped into the void and slowly approached.
Looking at her face, I truly felt a sense of reunion across countless years.
This is a response that has been far too long.
Jiang Yantian didn't say a word from beginning to end.
He simply reached out, his fingertips touching her cheek.
A bone-chilling cold spread from my fingertips, colder than the core of an eternal iceberg.
It was a deathly stillness that froze even the soul.
But one could feel a faint, almost imperceptible tremor.
Like a candle flickering in the wind, it stubbornly refuses to go out.
It's all about unwavering determination.
He had seen this kind of situation many times before.
However, this method is extremely painful.
It's like being sealed in a tiny container, unable to move an inch.
Without the slightest hesitation, Jiang Yantian pressed himself against her and reached around the back of her neck.
The forehead was precisely pressed against Hanji Nayi's forehead.
On her face, so close to his, long eyelashes drooped like butterfly wings, covered with tiny ice crystals.
Her lips were as pale as paper.
Jiang Yantian closed his eyes, his lips moved slightly, and he chanted a soul-summoning incantation.
Each character was enveloped in his original demonic energy, like scalding magma, trying to forcefully warm this frozen body.
"With my demonic soul as the guide, I summon your remnant spirit back..."
"Using the eternal demonic flame as fuel, let the dust of time be burned away..."
He raised his hand and flicked it, a drop of blood flying from his fingertip and landing on Hanji Nayi's lips.
It melted away instantly.
The next second, Jiang Yantian suddenly opened his eyes.
A voice resounded throughout the heavens and earth: "Wake up!!!"
The moment the last two words fell, the incantation suddenly rose in pitch!
Jiang Yantian's demonic energy exploded like a volcanic eruption, and pitch-black demonic flames soared into the sky.
It collided with the cold air of the icy plain, creating a dazzling silver-blue arc of light.
A dragon-like roar suddenly resounded between heaven and earth, and the once calm ice field was suddenly engulfed by a towering storm.
Those of the Northern Barbarian tribe below couldn't even stand still and began to shake violently.
The snowflakes were no longer white, but were stained black by demonic energy.
It shot towards the sky like a sharp arrow, curling up icicles.
The distant icebergs roared, and the ancient ice layers cracked inch by inch, revealing the dark blue light of the earth's veins within.
Even the sky seemed to have cracked open, creating a gap that stretched from east to west.
On one side were crimson thunderclouds, and on the other side were the witch power totems of the northern barbarians.
Two forces are violently intertwined and tearing each other apart in the storm!
Upon seeing this, the northern barbarians had already prostrated themselves on the ground, not daring to raise their heads.
They could feel that power that was both familiar and strange.
That is the power of the holy witch.
At this moment, it was awakened by an even more domineering demonic flame.
Countless runes condensed in the storm and began to swirl and dance around Hanji Nayi's figure.
The ice crystals on the eyelashes of the figure enveloped by runes were melting at a visible speed.
A faint blush appeared on her pale cheeks.
Jiang Yantian continued to press his forehead against hers, and demonic energy poured in like a surging river.
The magic markings on his forehead almost burst into flames.
But Jiang Yantian knew it was almost done.
He could clearly sense that deep within her frozen soul, a faint white light was igniting.
Like a seed breaking through the soil, it slowly unfolds.
Just when he thought he was about to awaken, a divine sense was pulling at Jiang Yantian.
Jiang Yantian realized that this was a remnant of memory left by his obsession.
They need to bring Jiang Yantian into it.
For Jiang Yantian, this was an opportunity.
He can see everything from ancient times through what Han Jingnayi sees and hears.
After all, the damn thing is that the memory hasn't come back, and the system hasn't given any explanation.
Jiang Yantian shouted to the rear, "Everyone, retreat!"
No one dared to question Jiang Yantian's words, and they all retreated.
Leng Ning and the others also piloted their flying boats backward.
Suddenly, chains of Netherworld Steel appeared behind Jiang Yantian.
The chain continued to extend until it enveloped the two people into a sphere.
Jiang Yantian then entered Han Jingnayi's memories.
Jiang Yantian felt a sudden jolt in his mind.
It was as if a gate that had been sealed for millennia had suddenly been flung open.
Countless shattered images and horrific screams flooded his soul like a burst dam!
His consciousness, piercing through the mists of time, plunged into that ancient battlefield long since lost to legend.
Yellow sand filled the sky, and the land was ravaged by war for thousands of miles.
The setting sun, like blood, dyed the world crimson.
The battle was deafening, and the shouts of battle tore through the sky.
The scene before me was utterly chaotic.
The scene is still changing.
Broken walls and ruins, vast stretches of wasteland.
A thousand-mile abyss, filled with corpses.
The Black Sea returns with the tide, turning it a dark red.
These images flashed by in an instant.
Like a shuttle, they flashed by frequently, and suddenly arrived at a demon palace.
Jiang Yantian felt as if he were there, as if it had happened at that very moment, when his divine consciousness could move freely.
He saw a silver-haired man in a black robe sitting above him, looking exactly like himself.
His handsome face was adorned with a smile.
He crossed his legs and tapped his fingers lightly on his knees.
A black dragon coiled behind the throne.
On the left and right sides stood a row of stunningly beautiful women.
The Demon Princess sat at the table, playing with a bell.
On both sides, there were also many men and women of different appearances standing in the rows.
One row consists of protectors, and the other row consists of powerful individuals who are loyal to him at this time.
Hanji Nayi was among them.
Following this pattern, below them are the Demon Generals and a host of powerful figures.
The main hall was enormous, and a large number of ancient ferocious beasts lay in the center of the hall, seemingly waiting to be summoned.
Outside the main hall, there were countless members of the demon race.
Clearly, this is on the eve of a major battle.
Jiang Yantian walked forward, but could not touch those people's bodies.
They passed through one by one.
Finally, he stood before his ancient self.
I watched it intently for a while.
"Am I infatuated with myself?" the self in front of me suddenly asked.
Jiang Yantian was taken aback.
"Holy crap, I was just spying on memories, how dare you speak to me!" Jiang Yantian exclaimed in surprise.
