Chapter 133 Puppet "...How can this world accommodate two gods...
It was like an invisible net that wrapped up Xie Wuyang's thoughts. The more Xie Wuyang tried to sort them out, the tighter the net became, until all his thoughts condensed into one point, leaving only one path in front of him.
Xie Wuyang recalled his farewell to Yun Wanzhou before meeting Song Duoyan.
He asked his master to rest early and told him that he would be back soon.
But can we really go back?
In fact, it’s too late to go back.
Should he have told Yun Wanzhou long ago that the disciple he loved, waited for, and taught with all his heart had long since disappeared?
Xie Wuyang took a deep breath and opened his eyes.
He couldn't see anything behind the stone gate, so whether he knew the truth depended entirely on his consciousness.
Xie Wuyang didn't want to lose control all the time, and didn't want to live in this unclear way anymore.
If Song Duoyan intends to turn the world upside down and destroy all living beings, perhaps the opportunity to stop him and know everything is tonight.
Xie Wuyang no longer hesitated and walked towards the stone gate.
After the extreme white light, overlapping human figures appeared in sight.
Xie Wuyang's pupils shrank, and a sudden chill rose under his feet. The blood in his body instantly solidified, as if he had fallen into an icy cave.
The wind howled outside the house, like the cries of monkeys and roars of tigers, carrying fallen leaves into the corridor, where they fluttered and danced, stirring up memories from the past that no one had remembered.
It was an endless rainstorm, like the earth turning upside down, springs flowing backwards, a curtain of pearls descending from the sky, slicing the world into tens of thousands of blurry fragments.
Inside the devastated, abandoned temple, a young woman with gentle features gently caressed the swaddled child. Her voice was so soft it almost sighed, "My life has been filled with suffering, with few blessings. Only Min Xing and this child are my lifelong friends. I only wish him health, peace of mind, and safety from disaster."
The old woman next to him asked him, "Have you chosen a name yet?"
"Yeah." The woman lay on the bed, barely breathing, a smile on her pale face, "Just call me Wuyang."
Perhaps, at a time you don’t know, you were born in the expectations of others.
Someone loves you, protects you, and blesses you.
But things in this world are unpredictable, and people and things are no longer the same.
The figures in front of me were overlapping, and each face had the same expression and the same facial features. They were so dense and endless that it made me dizzy.
Xie Wuyang suddenly felt nauseous, as if his internal organs were about to dislocate. He wanted to vomit out his lungs, vomit out blood and flesh, and he crawled on the ground and retched for a long time, but nothing came out.
There is no greater sin in the world than this.
He finally understood why he was so similar to his original self, why he could be resurrected after death, why those with demonic patterns were rarely seen for thousands of years, and why he had the same name and surname as Yun Wanzhou's disciple and was born with a demonic body.
So, that's how it is.
Looking at the countless faces in front of him that looked like his own, Xie Wuyang thought of Ren Tu Si, whom he had only met once.
They have the same clear eyes, without sadness or joy, without desire or demand.
puppet……
An object without consciousness that moves entirely at the will of its owner.
The body of a puppet cannot use spirits. It is shaped by the spirit and soul. Only those who have reached a high level can do it.
Even a late Mahayana cultivator like Yun Wanzhou, who entered the secret realm as a puppet, was almost seriously injured and his spiritual power collapsed.
How did Song Duoyan create so many things?
What is he?
No, no...
He clearly had his own consciousness, and he had just seen that person give him a name.
He has his own origins, how could he be a puppet?
There must be something wrong.
Yes. There must be some mistake.
Xie Wuyang clenched his fists tightly, his eyes bloodshot.
When Song Duoyan's figure stopped beside him, he suddenly stood up, grabbed his collar, and asked angrily, "What are these things? What do you want me to see? What do you want to do?!"
Song Duoyan curled her lips maliciously, "Don't you want to know? Why are you blaming me again?"
When he met Song Duoyan's eyes that were similar to his own, a chill ran up his spine, and Xie Wuyang's fingertips trembled, and he felt creepy.
Powerlessness spread in my heart, and the anger and shock slowly receded, replaced by despair and helplessness, like a drowning person who struggles and then wakes up to watch himself sink to the bottom of the sea.
Xie Wuyang's shoulders trembled, his fingertips suddenly loosened, and the vitality in his eyes faded, becoming dark and numb.
His throat seemed to be hurting again, and Xie Wuyang struggled to utter a sound, "I... what am I?"
Song Duoyan's voice seemed to come from hell, "Can't you see clearly?"
He pointed to the dense, lifeless crowd on one side and said, "You are just like them, puppets created by me."
"You're lying." Xie Wuyang gritted his teeth and refuted stubbornly, "I have my own consciousness, my own family and friends, and I even have my own name. My name is Xie Wuyang."
"Everyone has a name," Song Duoyan said, "Tu Si has one too."
"Tu Si too?" Xie Wuyang's eyes lit up, as if he had grasped the last straw. "You said I was a puppet. But puppets are made of spirits. You are standing before me now, with only a spirit. How can you reshape a puppet?"
"It's interesting to say that during the thousand years of the Demon Realm's decline, I've been staying in the Demon Palace. With nothing to do, I've studied many interesting techniques. Do you know what they are?" Song Duoyan's eyes were calm and gentle as he spoke slowly, "Necromancer, Dream Control, Life and Death, and..."
The calm lake surface became turbulent, brewing a storm.
Song Duoyan's expression was sometimes calm and sometimes crazy, like a madman who had been suppressed for a long time and finally saw the light of day. "There is also the soul-making technique."
Xie Wuyang was shocked and his ears were buzzing.
"Soul-making technique?"
"A long time ago, someone shared a conjecture with me." Song Duoyan walked along the thousands of puppets, stroking their clothes, chins, noses, and eyes. "The purpose of puppetry is to entrust the host's soul to conceal their presence. But the human soul is only a wisp, and the three souls and seven spirits can only be separated into ten souls. Ten souls still need to be separated into a main soul. If the main soul moves, the others will also move. It's too boring."
Song Duoyan adjusted the collar of one of the puppets. A flash of inspiration flashed through his fingertips, and a drop of blood fell on the puppet. "He proposed that if we could replace the soul with something else that has the host's aura, and the host's movements could mobilize the entire army, could we create an invincible puppet army where the host would be immortal and live forever?"
The dripping blood glowed red, and the puppet's empty eyes blinked, adding a bit of life to it.
He knelt down towards Song Duoyan, his tone like cold glass, "My Lord."
Song Duoyan helped him up from the ground and deliberately asked him, "What's your name?"
A trace of confusion flashed across the puppet's eyes, and he shook his head.
Song Duoyan said to him, "Let me give you a name."
It was like a pair of invisible hands emerged from the ground, grabbing Xie Wuyang's feet tightly, leaving him with no way to retreat.
Fear and anxiety roared in Xie Wuyang's heart, like a cold poisonous snake, gnawing at his heart bit by bit.
Song Duoyan was so mute that his voice was like a sharp sword, slowly cutting him apart. "Just call me Xie Wuyang."
The world was spinning.
Flowers wilt, trees die, streams dry up, and birds are exhausted.
Feeling dizzy, Xie Wuyang's face turned pale and lost all color.
Song Duoyan's voice tortured him like a demon, endlessly.
"You are no different from them. I used the Ganoderma lucidum to shape your bodies, and used my blood as the catalyst for your souls. You have gathered my will, you can act and think, but you will only be loyal to me."
"Over the centuries, I have created countless puppets."
"You should be glad that you are the best among them."
The original body is.
So, is he also a puppet?
The frost needles seemed to strike again, and Xie Wuyang felt his blood flowing backward, his life force frozen, his fate withering. Perhaps he had long since been numbed by the pain from Song Duoyan's torture, but this time Xie Wuyang didn't feel any pain. He still felt the cold. He missed Yun Wanzhou's arms, his hand, his lips caressing him. He missed everything Yun Wanzhou had done, every word he had said.
Memories flow into the long river, never to return, taking with them those things that have never been remembered and have long been forgotten.
Xie Wuyang's consciousness was floating in and out, and everything in front of him was dark.
A cold, hollow voice came from the void, a voice so familiar it was cruel. "You should wake up."
Xie Wuyang opened his eyes in the darkness and looked at Song Duoyan's familiar face.
Compared to now, Song Duoyan looked much younger at that time, with a bit of vitality on his face. His brows were lowered, his lips were tightly closed, and he had an unyielding fierceness.
He did not shape the puppet's body according to his own appearance, but the Ganoderma lucidum was stained with his blood and still became somewhat similar to its master.
Song Duoyan was somewhat dissatisfied, but the repeated failures had left him with nothing to complain about. He pursed his lips, and the light from his fingertips flashed as he touched the center of the puppet's eyebrows.
The body suddenly began to get smaller and smaller.
Until it turned into the appearance of a three or four-year-old child.
"The demon world is weak now, and you alone cannot shake the immortal sect." Song Duoyan said, "To prevent the matter from being exposed, you will show yourself in this way. Remember?"
The puppet didn't quite understand what he said, but still nodded obediently.
"I should give you a name." Song Duoyan frowned and thought for a moment, "Let's call you Xie..."
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by shouts coming from outside the hall.
"My Lord! My Lord!"
Song Duoyan turned back impatiently, his brows gloomy, "What's the matter?"
Without his order, the people in the Demon Palace did not dare to come in, and only answered from outside, "The Eastern Demon King has led his troops to surround the Demon Palace, and it seems that he is planning a rebellion."
Song Duoyan's expression immediately turned ugly. He threw aside the name he had originally thought of and went to deal with those complicated matters first.
He didn't know that the most successful puppet he created had its own consciousness the moment he gave it blood.
Later, war broke out and no one had time to care.
The puppet actually opened the door of Chongyin Palace by itself and left the Demon Palace.
He didn't know where he came from, nor how to return. He walked alone for a long, long time before arriving in the human world.
This is a place different from the demon world. The clouds above are of various shapes, and the sun hangs high in the sky, emitting light and warmth.
The peach blossoms in April are gone, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are in full bloom.
The world is full of troubles and bustle.
Fate ends here and also begins here.
Xie Wuyang clenched his fists tightly, and blood dripped onto the ground through his fingers.
Song Duoyan's words were like evil spirits, echoing in his ears.
Every sentence was like a heavy hammer hitting my heart, until my internal organs were completely shattered.
Xie Wuyang's knees suddenly went weak and he half-knelt on the ground, his forehead buzzing and his vision going black.
He was almost unable to bear it anymore. He covered his ears in frustration and roared, "Stop talking. Can you please shut up!!"
Song Duoyan stared down at him with a cruel expression, "I didn't expect that you could even inherit my magic pattern. But how can this world accommodate two people born with magic bodies? I have a heavy responsibility, so unfortunately, you are destined to disappear."
Song Duoyan's cold fingertips brushed across Xie Wuyang's cheek, like a cold poisonous snake, crawling along his skin.
Lip corners, nose, eyes...
When it landed on Xie Wuyang's forehead, the cold fingertip suddenly exerted force, causing the skin to dent and leaving a deep nail mark.
At the same time, demonic energy gathered. Song Duoyan's lips curled upwards, his expression strange and crazy. "Before you die, please use your last bit of value to pave the way for my great cause."
A loud thunder streaked across the night sky, illuminating the dark Chongyin Palace.
The rain came down in torrents.
The trees were bent by the strong wind, and the flowers and plants were swaying in the rain. The lake was swollen and the fish were jumping.
Inside Cangqiong Mountain, a disciple who was practicing martial arts swung out with a sword, but somehow lost his strength, and the sword's tip pierced through the rain curtain and struck the eyes of the teaching elder.
The teaching elder remained calm. When the sword tip was only an inch away from his eyebrows, he raised his fingers and gently pinched it, easily preventing a tragedy.
"Hold your sword."
The disciple stepped forward to take the sword and saluted the elder with a guilty look on his face. "It was my negligence. Elder Huang, please don't blame me."
Elder Huang sighed, "When practicing swordsmanship, remember to be cautious and prudent. Didn't Immortal Yun teach you that during his instruction?"
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