Chapter 116 (Extra Chapter)

He closed his eyes, unconsciously stroking the cold hilt of the dagger in his hand.

This knife is chillingly cold, and its blade is incomparably sharp.

He pondered for a long time, and finally with a wave of his hand, he conjured a water mirror and slowly pulled open the front of his clothes.

The man's body concealed a surging power. Mu Qingheng remained expressionless, reversed the tip of his blade, and slashed a long, bloody gash across his own heart.

Dark red blood continued to flow down, but Mu Qingheng seemed to feel no pain. He dug a few fingers into the wound, pulled them out, and silently examined his heart reflected in the water mirror.

This was no longer the heart he had seen when his chest was opened last time; back then, his heart of stone was merely a raw, undamaged mass. But now, this jagged stone was almost half-covered in flesh and blood.

His heart was so weak that it wouldn't be long before his hardened stone heart was moved by affection and he would succumb to the warmth of home. Only by cutting away this flesh could he regain his cold indifference and find true freedom.

This was the first time something went wrong; he had delayed for too long.

No wonder his heart ached every time he saw Mu Meng these past few days; no wonder he didn't want to keep her locked up anymore; no wonder he didn't even dare to step into her room, even though he was the owner of this place.

It turns out that this beloved child almost became a force to be reckoned with.

Mu Qingheng skillfully and habitually aimed the knife tip at the flesh on his heart, but just as he was about to make the cut, his hand suddenly stopped.

He had already shelved the Azure Phoenix Feather, and had long since given up on the idea of ​​dissecting Mu Mengxin. But what would happen if he were to make those few cuts?

He will kill Mengmeng.

With a clatter, the dagger fell to the ground. Mu Qingheng bent over in pain, his fingers digging into his hair: he couldn't let this happen.

He deserved it; he missed the best opportunity and could no longer bring himself to do it.

"Demon Lord, something has happened..." It must be something urgent. Cang Bi had never been so anxious before, and he rushed in.

Mu Qingheng's gaze was icy, and he said coldly, "Who let you in? Get out."

Looking at the scene before him, Cangbi instantly understood what was going on: the Demon Lord wanted to cut off the flesh and blood from his heart, but it was precisely this heart that was holding him back, preventing him from doing it.

Their demon race is destined to have no hope of rising again.

In an instant, his blood turned ice-cold from head to toe, and he knelt down with a thud: "Reporting to the Demon Lord, I have important news to report. Mu Meng... has encountered trouble."

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Pain accumulates little by little.

Mu Meng left Mu Qingheng nothing but a pool of blood on the edge of the cliff.

Mu Qingheng knelt at the edge of the cliff, his trembling hands slowly touching the blood and mud on the ground: "Mengmeng..."

These two words evoked a piercing pain in my heart.

He picked up the filthy, blood-soaked soil, and for a moment he was at a loss: Mengmeng was gone? The little girl he had raised from childhood, who followed him around and clung to him, calling him "brother" in her soft, sweet voice, was now reduced to nothing but this handful of blood in this world?

He was clearly thinking about it these past two days...

He wanted to apologize to her, to hug her, and to tell her that he hadn't killed her father or her people, and that he would find a way to bring those who had died back to life.

However, he could never quite figure out how to say it.

But now... who can he talk to?

Suddenly, Mu Qingheng felt a heart-wrenching pain in his chest.

For a long time after Mu Meng's death, his heart gradually grew into a perfect shape.

Every day is more painful than yesterday.

I love her a little more each day than before.

Those tears he once ignored have all turned into a bone-chilling poison, forever remaining in his blood, slowly torturing him.

The pain, growing ever more profound and unbearable, gradually transformed into a deep-seated regret etched into the very bones.

Why didn't you think about it more carefully?

Why do we ignore her kindness?

Why does it take so many chances, even when God has given him so many opportunities, to tear away his own flesh and blood?

Why didn't I treat her well?

He didn't cherish her heart, and now that he's grown this fleshy heart, who will he present it to?

Activating the Rebirth Array is Mu Qingheng's last hope.

As if he couldn't see how vicious the formation was, or understand the pain he was about to endure, Mu Qingheng showed no hesitation or doubt as he held the ancient, yellowed parchment scroll, revealing the first humble and devout smile since Mu Meng's death.

Walk through raging fire, be tempered by freezing ice.

The Rebirth Array reverses time, restoring everything that has happened to its original state, but a corresponding price must be paid.

A blade of grass slowly shrinks, becoming a green stubble, then a tender sprout, and finally slowly shrinks back into the soil, leaving no trace.

As his body sensed the process of the vegetation returning to nothingness, Mu Qingheng was overjoyed. He knew that the rebirth array had begun to slowly rotate.

Immediately afterwards, all the feelings, good and bad, were poured onto him.

There are so many people in this world, and so many things in this world.

Over hundreds of years, he single-handedly pushed things back step by step.

Until he felt the pain of Mu Meng having his heart ripped out.

He bore all the pain of Mu Luo's death in battle.

Sheng Yuanting's arrow pierced the heart.

Yun Jiuyan was covered in wounds.

Throughout the entire Yunze region, every person's every strike and every sword.

Having endured it all, let's erase all traces of these events and return to the beginning.

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Mu Qingheng sat on a rocking chair in the courtyard. The osmanthus tree next to him was extremely tall, with tender yellow spots on its crown, and a sweet fragrance enveloped him like smoke and mist.

A few osmanthus blossoms fell on his clothes, making his already striking appearance even more elegant.

He gazed quietly at the bright, full moon on the horizon: it was another full moon night. When he was reborn after the successful rebirth formation, he saw the same bright, full moon when he opened his eyes.

No matter how many years have passed, his heart is always filled with gratitude whenever he sees it.

"Brother, what are you doing?" Mu Meng peeked out from the doorway and looked at him. "Come and drink, they've all started drinking."

Mu Qingheng snapped out of his reverie, blinked, and realized what was happening.

Brushing the fallen petals off his clothes, Mu Qingheng walked over and naturally put his arms around Mu Meng, whispering in her ear, "Who gave you permission to drink? You're pregnant, don't be silly."

These words, which should have been very domineering, came out in a low and gentle voice, like a plea, without any imposing manner.

Mu Meng was already used to teasing him: "It's the Mid-Autumn Festival today, and it's rare to have so many people gathered together. Lu Zhaoxin and Brother Yue brought so much good wine, and even Feng Xixue didn't care about Sheng Sheng, yet you won't let me have a drop? That's too much. I should have known better than to invite you."

Mu Qingheng coaxed, "Seal two jars, and drink them later."

"Oh, come on. You'll definitely have another excuse later. Maybe you'll save it for our daughter's wedding." Mu Meng touched her protruding belly, her face full of resentment.

Without hesitation, Mu Qingheng replied, "She won't marry."

Seeing that Mu Qingheng had missed the point and had already started hugging and patting him countless times every day, Mu Meng said, "Hey, hey, hey, don't try to distract me. Do you even know what's important right now?"

"I know."

Mu Qingheng slowly encircled Mu Meng, his thin lips tenderly landing on her cheek.

He closed his eyes, just like before: "Mengmeng, thank you for taking me home."