Chapter 179-Ming Die’s Cold Shoulder

The space inside the stone coffin was very cramped, so Bai Yueling could only lie on her side to avoid pressing down on Vicky’s body.

She could feel the stone coffin sinking ever so slightly, but she had no idea how long she’d have to stay inside, nor where she would eventually end up.

“All of this is just too strange—the colossal bones like cities, and the inexplicable silence from Anlisa and Jelly...”

Although reviving Vicky was her top priority right now, she was also certain that the Iris Theocracy’s scheme was advancing in secret. If they really managed to blast open a gap in the Panlong Mountains, Songyuan City would fall in an instant.

She had to do something…

Bai Yueling tapped the Ring of the Dead, opening the Dark Players’ chat group.

[Pure White: Is anyone in the Royal Capital? Hurry and tell Her Highness the Grand Princess Huilian, Songyuan City is about to be attacked by the Theocracy!]

But she waited a long while and still received no reply. It was as if she’d been disconnected from the server—no signal at all.

“Something’s wrong, very wrong. Have I already left the Fate World?”

Bai Yueling furrowed her brow, tried logging out of the game, but just as she suspected, there was no response.

“Forget it, worrying won’t help. I might as well get some sleep…”

Bai Yueling closed her eyes, and as soon as she decided to sleep, she drifted off.

In her dreams, she recalled a scene she’d witnessed in a previous cycle of reincarnation.

It was a stormy night, thunder and lightning splitting the sky, and for some unknown reason, chaos had erupted in the Royal Capital. The high bishops clashed with world-shattering spells, and the Second Princess, upon returning, fought side by side with General Taima outside the city walls. Corpses of fallen soldiers littered the ground, while the armies of the Iris Theocracy and the Swordlily Empire watched the carnage from afar.

At the time, Bai Yueling stood on the plaza in the Royal Capital, staring around her in blank terror, until Sistana summoned countless massive vines that engulfed the capital, burying it completely under the ruins.

It was exactly the same as the prophetic vision Vicky had seen.

And the next day, Bai Yueling learned that there had been no survivors in the capital. Not a single soul remained—not the apocalyptic high bishops, not the stunning princesses, not even the nameless soldiers. All of them had fallen in the ruins.

If this was the future destined for the Fate World, then what a bleak future it was.

Back then, this thought had flashed through Bai Yueling’s mind, and it had stayed with her ever since.

She didn’t want to see meaningless deaths. She wanted peace, to live happily together with her big sisters—this desire was second only to “avoiding dangling her legs.”

Now that Bai Yueling wielded the power of the Fallen, she wasn’t about to let this chance slip away.

When Sistana sought the culprit, she would take responsibility and tell her the truth. For Qingjin, dying from incurable illness, she would help cure her disease. If Vicky strayed from the right path, she would bring her back. And for villains like Gusi, utterly irredeemable… she would destroy them without hesitation!

As the stone coffin continued to sink, Bai Yueling’s consciousness grew ever fainter, as if it might vanish altogether...

But just then, she suddenly heard a mysterious and sacred voice:

“It’s time to wake up.”

Bai Yueling’s eyes snapped open, only to see a night sky shimmering with a ghostly blue aurora.

At some point, the stone coffin’s lid had been opened. She sat up and looked around. A silent, majestic river wound its way through the landscape, its surface glittering with pale blue light, like the reflection of a profound night sky.

“So this is... the River of the Dead?”

Once more, Bai Yueling hoisted Vicky onto her back and walked toward the riverbank.

Countless white bones littered both sides of the shore. The river was filled with the whispers and sighs of the dead, while snow-white blossoms floated on its surface, each bearing a translucent soul seated at its center, staring blankly ahead.

The River of the Dead—this was a river that bore the endless cycle of life and death. In the past, it was governed by both the Goddess of Life and the Goddess of Death. But after the Goddess of Death perished in the war of the gods, the Goddess of Life seemed to have abandoned the river as well, letting the souls drift wherever fate carried them.

“Where is Vicky’s soul?”

The air was thick with dampness and the scent of death. Bai Yueling peered into the river but saw no sign of Vicky.

Just then, her backpack suddenly began to tremble violently—it was the “Arrow of Chaos of the Enchantress Goddess.”

She cupped the arrow in her hands. Its tip shivered furiously, pointing downstream along the River of the Dead.

After walking for a while, she spotted a stunningly beautiful, mature woman lying by the riverbank. She had pointed horns, bat-like wings on her back, and a little heart-shaped tail swaying in the current.

The Succubus Queen…

Bai Yueling paused in surprise, then squatted down in front of her.

The Succubus Queen raised her head, confusion clouding her lovely eyes. In a soft voice, she asked, “Little sister, am I beautiful?”

She had once tried to cast her charm on Anlisa, captain of the angel legion, only to be mercilessly beheaded. That question had become her obsession, binding her to the bank of the River of the Dead and preventing her from entering reincarnation for ages.

“You are very beautiful.” Bai Yueling gently placed her hand atop the Queen’s head, stroking her softly and offering a bright smile. “You are the most beautiful big sister I’ve ever met.”

“Is that so... I’m so glad. Thank you...”

The doubts that plagued her in death were finally resolved. The Succubus Queen gave a light laugh, utterly content at last.

She lowered her head, powerless, as a pure white spirit slowly drifted from her body. Now a soul, the Succubus Queen threw a flirtatious wink at the adorable white-haired, big-chested girl, then willingly sat upon the center of a white blossom, floating downstream on the River of the Dead.

This Succubus Queen, dead since the war of the gods, was finally set free.

Her once-gorgeous body instantly turned to a pile of bones, and amidst her slender finger bones, a heap of colorful little materials could be seen.

[Your quest “Succubus Queen’s Legacy” is complete. Please claim your rewards here.]

Who would’ve thought the quest could only be finished here, by the River of the Dead?

Bai Yueling collected all the small materials into her backpack, including her job change material, “Succubus Queen’s Blood.”

Now, the only remaining job change material was “River of the Dead Water.”

Bai Yueling took out a small bottle, trying to scoop some of the river’s water.

Yet, as soon as her hand neared the surface, her fingers visibly withered at an alarming rate and drooped helplessly, the bottle slipping from her grasp and into the river.

“Looks like ‘River of the Dead Water’ can’t be collected so easily.”

Without a trace of regret, Bai Yueling got up, stretched her snow-white legs, and continued heading downstream along the river.

If Vicky entered the River of the Dead from here, then she could only have drifted downstream.

She didn’t know how long she’d walked, but eventually Bai Yueling spotted Vicky.

But Vicky wasn’t sitting on a white blossom in the river—she was standing quietly on the bank, waiting for Bai Yueling to arrive.

And to Bai Yueling’s surprise, there was someone else standing beside Vicky.

What shocked her even more was that she happened to know this person.

It was a tall, voluptuous woman dressed in a deep purple witch’s robe. Her long, white hair cascaded to her hips. She wore a single gold-rimmed monocle. Her skin was pale as jade, so translucent that her white bones could be faintly seen.

“Ming... Ming Die?”

But Ming Die’s gaze toward Bai Yueling was anything but friendly.

“How interesting... A repulsive little angel. Are you a deserter from the angel legion?”