Bailuan’s Abyssal Struggle and Su Han’s Rebirth

At Cangnan Academy, within the Abyssal Battlefield.

Bailuan’s white robes were stained crimson with blood, his ink-black hair splayed wildly around him.

A teal-skinned demon, with black fleshy wings sprouting from its back and dark horns on its forehead, roared, “Foolish human! How dare you obstruct the advance of the demon army!”

Bailuan’s longsword had already pierced a gaping hole through its body. In its dying moments, it unleashed a furious, unwilling roar.

“Too much talk!” Bailuan charged forward once more, driving his sword through its skull to end its life.

Around Bailuan lay dozens of corpses, along with a gruesome scattering of dismembered limbs. It was a scene of utter carnage, bodies strewn across the ravaged ground.

This was a world steeped in darkness and malevolence. No one could truly fathom how many ferocious and cunning demons lurked within the fiercely burning black flames.

A horde of grey-skinned demons encircled Bailuan, their grotesque faces utterly repulsive.

Bailuan did not summon his mecha. Instead, he fought fiercely, relying solely on his own strength amidst the bloodshed.

Deep purple battle qi erupted from his body, surging into his longsword and extending its blade to over three meters. The fierce energy effortlessly shattered the demons’ defenses, tearing open their bellies.

“Starburst Stream Slash!”

His wrist flicked with blinding speed, reaping lives like a reaper’s scythe. Swish, swish, swish—dozens of demons were instantly dismembered, their blood spraying like rain. A thick, sanguine scent permeated the air, and Bailuan’s robes were dyed a deep crimson by the ‘falling rain of blood’.

Hoo, hoo, hoo— Bailuan plunged his sword into the ground, panting heavily. ‘In just three months, my swordsmanship has ascended to another level,’ he mused. ‘It seems this Abyssal Battlefield is truly a remarkable place!’

‘Out of 73 beta players, seven have fallen by my hand, including Su Han. That means only 66 beta players remain,’ he thought. ‘Hmm, it seems there’s still a ways to go before I eliminate them all. However, if I can acquire that item from Cangnan Academy, I should be able to wipe out at least half!’

As Bailuan was lost in thought, he felt the very ground beneath him tremble. He ascended into the air and glanced down, a cold sweat instantly breaking out. Before him was a horde of Rozwal—one of the most common, yet most troublesome, demons of the Starry Abyss. These devils were born from flames, perpetually dwelling near active volcanoes where thick smoke billowed.

They could traverse through raging infernos and bathe in molten lava, possessing an innate immunity to all fire magic. Even an infinitely powerful Flame Burst spell exploding upon them would feel no more significant than a tickle.

Moreover, some gifted Rozwal could wield more advanced spells, such as Firestorm or Hellfire. While these individual spells might not be overwhelmingly powerful, their sheer numbers made them formidable. Imagine hundreds of Rozwal unleashing Firestorm simultaneously—what a terrifying spectacle that would be!

Yet, this was not their most potent ability. The true terror of Rozwal above Fifth-Tier lay in a spell called ‘Flesh Bomb’—a magic that even Archdemons dreaded. When cast, this spell’s target was not an enemy, but the Rozwal themselves. Fifth-Tier Rozwal and above could transform their own bodies into living bombs.

Once detonated, the power of these flesh bombs rivaled Corpse Explosion, specializing in shattering all forms of protective battle qi and magical shields. Even if Bailuan activated his Elemental Shield, he could never withstand dozens of such explosions.

Gazing at the horde of Rozwal below, even Bailuan was startled. Though he could fly, Rozwal from Sixth-Tier onwards developed crimson wings on their backs, each capable of aerial flight. Even more astonishing and utterly unexpected was their tactic: a single flying Rozwal could carry one non-flying Rozwal in its hand, grasp two more with its feet, and then all four would detonate themselves simultaneously in mid-air!

This realization sent a shiver down Bailuan’s spine; if several such groups attacked, he feared he would be blasted into oblivion, leaving not even a speck of dust behind. Thus, Bailuan swiftly lured the Rozwal army away, soaring deeper into the Abyssal Battlefield, gradually moving from the battlefield into the Starry Abyss itself.

“Ah,” Ye Yuan sighed, watching Ye Minghuang depart. He then turned and asked, “Ye Shang, was this purge successful?”

“Thanks to your concern, my lord, this expedition was highly successful!”

“Very well. You may withdraw for now. I wish to have a proper conversation with this young friend!”

“Understood!”

“Allow me to introduce myself. I am Ye Yuan, the Knight of Divine Retribution,” Ye Yuan said with a smile.

“And I am Izaloth, the Evil Knight…” Izaloth mimicked Ye Yuan’s introduction.

“No, you are not the Evil Knight. You are the Destruction Dragon.”

“Destruction Dragon?”

“Further words are pointless. This is a bottle of Necrotic Primordial Fluid; it can help you reshape your physical body. Take it,” Ye Yuan said, producing a vial of liquid and handing it to Izaloth.

…

As the Necrotic Primordial Fluid poured over Izaloth’s body, her black armor immediately began to emit corrosive white smoke. With the entire bottle emptied, Izaloth was utterly wracked with torment, unable to suppress her furious roars and howls as her soul fire pulsed across the surroundings. The pain was excruciating, like millions of ants gnawing at her very bones, piercing deep into her marrow.

This was a baptism, an opportunity for profound transformation. Only if Izaloth could grit her teeth and persevere, washing away the dense aura of death clinging to her, would her combat prowess ascend to an entirely new echelon. Her soul fire, too, would become increasingly pure and flawless.

However, these were not its primary effects. Most importantly, it would enable Izaloth to shed her identity as an undead creature and reshape her physical body!

With a final groan, Izaloth exhaled, utterly spent. Silvery-white flames danced jubilantly within her skull, though they gradually flickered and died out with time. The black armor covering her body slowly began to crack, and through the fissures, a pure white holy light shone. Even the fiery warhorse beneath her fragmented, piece by piece…

Everything from the past resurfaced from its origin. A clear dragon’s roar echoed, “I am Su Han. I am not dead… I survived!”

An unending stream of dragon’s breath erupted, its blazing light illuminating this corner of the world.

“I am not dead… No, I was dead. The me now, is the me reborn!” Su Han reverted from her dragon form.

Naked, she stood alone atop the mountain peak, silently lost in thought. From the side, her long black hair could be seen cascading down to her shapely, perky buttocks. Her ‘jade rabbits’—her breasts—which had been flat after her gender transformation, now showed a tendency to develop towards a D-cup. Her skin, like mutton-fat jade, was delicate and smooth, a sight that would make anyone swallow hard.

The faint blush of her maidenly skin was subtly visible, constantly tugging at the heartstrings.

From the front, she was even more enchanting, like a beauty emerging from water. Her delicate nose and elegant mouth graced a face so exquisitely beautiful it could topple empires, make fish sink and geese fall, eclipse the moon and shame flowers. She was ethereal, like a fairy untouched by mortal dust, breathtakingly lovely. Her long eyelashes curved upwards slightly, her thin cherry lips and sparkling eyes were captivating.

Feeling the cool breeze caress her skin, Su Han conjured a garment and draped it over herself, then fell into contemplation:

‘How many years have passed since my demise?’

‘Are my old friends doing well?’

‘Did Ye Qi and Bailuan ever clash in battle?’

‘Would Mentor Ruolin have wept bitterly over my loss?’

‘Would Michele have shed tears for me?’

‘Has Bailuan grown even stronger?’

‘It seems I still owe Zhan Ling a meal…’

‘Is everything… alright?’

Perhaps it was fated all along that she would seize this opportunity to grow stronger within the world of the undead.

“Now that I return to Cangnan… my strength should be sufficient, right?” Su Han murmured softly, gazing into the distance.