The invisible reins that had been holding him back for so long were now nowhere to be found, and he himself had caused most of this situation. Han Qianling thought back to the past, feeling only the malice and deep hatred rising within him again and again, the dam he had once built for himself no longer holding it back.
The blood mist that had been thinning before his eyes suddenly rose up, and the fishy smell in his nose was so strong that it almost made him sick. Even though the land beneath him was scorched black, it still couldn't hide the blood that had once soaked it.
That was all his father's blood, and it seemed as if it was his own blood, which had been spilled all over the sea, dyeing the sea the most intense red. The soil, which had absorbed the blood and turned increasingly black, covered the entire Kyushu.
Han Qianling once again felt the dizziness and hunger that almost made him lose his mind.
He was stronger, and could swallow more. Even though this world was thousands of times larger and tens of thousands of times more powerful than the Seven Islands, if he kept his mind on it, he could still turn it upside down.
It seemed that only by making thousands of miles of fertile land barren of grass, piercing the entire sky with torn scars, flooding countless rivers and seas, causing the sudden death of all living beings in the world, and spitting out every drop of blood that had been owed, could the hatred in his heart be slightly reduced.
He wanted to hear those people's confessions and pleas for mercy before their death. The debt of death owed in blood must also be repaid inch by inch with fresh blood. Han Qianling's pupils dilated slightly, and for a moment he felt as if his scales and claws were being plucked out, countless blood gushing out from the wounds. His own blood splashed into his eyes as he struggled and flailed, casting a bright red hue on everything he saw.
Han Qianling's rationality was still struggling weakly, but the hatred within him had already overwhelmed his entire brain. Beyond the malice forced upon him since birth, he also possessed a rebellious streak deep within him that could not be ignored. He gritted his teeth and struggled with a whiplash-like pain and pleasure.
——Didn’t he have any hope of being stuffed to death or being killed with a sword by those who were suppressing the evil dragon?
He remembered the layers of fire surrounding him when he fell from the sky - wasn't he, Han Qianling, born for this very thing?
Why should I grant your wish? Why must it be so utterly irreversible? It would be far better to let him fail midway than to end up in desolation.
Life does not depend on him, hatred does not depend on him, but death should always belong to him.
Without even a glance, Han Qianling crushed the weasel that was about to bite his throat to death, then slowly stood up. Just as he opened his left hand, a foreign object that he had been holding tightly in his palm fell out of his hand and was caught by him again.
It was a Buddhist bead with a faint woody fragrance, which had been rubbed repeatedly by him over the years and had developed a patina.
At that moment, the string of the Buddhist beads was snapped by Han Qianling's scaly claws, and the wooden beads splattered to the ground, lost and scattered in the turbulent flow of space, likely never to be found again. Only this Buddhist bead seemed to have a special connection with Han Qianling. It got lodged between his newly transformed dragon scales, and when he entered this world, falling from the sky in human form, engulfed in blazing flames, the unconscious Han Qianling grasped it and refused to let go.
The entire Duiyun slope was reduced to scorched earth, but the Buddhist beads remained clean, without even a trace of dust on them.
The Buddhist beads awakened a certain existence that was frozen and imprisoned. The name that had been deliberately suppressed in the depths of memory by evil thoughts now poured out like a flood. This memory, with past laughter, nostalgia, and the first time he felt happy, surged through Han Qianling's entire mind with an unstoppable force. In the blink of an eye, Han Qianling's reason took control, and he once again took control of the key sovereignty with a difficult breath.
...Jiujiang, Jiujiang...
In the eyes of the hyena demon, the young man seemed to be crazy when he saw the Buddhist beads in his palm. The muscles on his face kept twitching, but tears seemed to be dripping from his eyes. His lips moved slightly, as if he was reciting a name that had been engraved in his heart.
While the boy was cutting off a strand of his own hair and twisting it through the Buddhist beads to make a knotted rope, the hyena and the warthog looked at each other and both pounced on the boy's back.
In the blink of an eye, the young man had already moved away. The three little demons present heard him whisper, "Yes, and you too."
The next moment, two blood lines wrapped around the necks of the hyena and the warthog respectively. The skunk demon's teeth kept chattering as he watched the two accomplices who had just been discussing how to divide the boy in front of them without saying a word, and their heads fell off their necks neatly.
He raised his head fearfully and looked at the young man, only to see that he was concentrating on tying a knot with his hair, and then he slowly closed his palms and held the bead in his palms.
The splattered blood fell on the back of his hand, without a single drop touching the Buddhist beads.
The young man's snow-white and jade-like face was stained with a few drops of blood at some point, and he slowly licked the blood at the corner of his lips with the tip of his tongue.
The boy turned his gaze to the skunk, his beautiful blue eyes now a death knell. The skunk demon only heard him politely say, "It's your turn. Please remember to stay away when I kill you, and don't dirty my beads. Thank you for your help."
These were the last words the skunk demon heard in his life.
The Buddhist beads were warmed in Han Qianling's palm, just like when Luo Jiujiang handed them to him.
Han Qianling carefully put the strand of black hair with Buddhist beads on it around his neck. He pinched the wooden bead between his fingertips, looked at it again and again, and finally slowly put his lips on it.
I will find you, Jiujiang, I will come back to you eventually.
The author has something to say: Here is a list of thanks for the mines~
Thanks to the kitten for the rocket launcher x5
Thanks to Cunning Potato for the mine x1
Thanks to Yuxi for the mine x1
Thanks to Xiao Xing for the mine x1
Thanks to carn for the mine x1
Thanks to Yunduochengshuang's mine x1
Thanks for the mine x1
I've received all the love from the gns~ Especially the kittens who bumped into the gns. Five rocket launchers have already hit a shallow water, which really cost everyone a lot~
I'll keep working hard =3=
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