This time, Han Qianling was even more ferocious than when he just came out of the heart of the Holy Mountain.
He kissed Luo Jiujiang...or rather, he simply bit Luo Jiujiang's lips. The bloody smell quickly spread between their lips and teeth, but Han Qianling ignored it.
His arms seemed to be shaking, and his arms trembled back and forth on Luo Jiujiang's back; his breathing was also heavy and short, and he was so excited that it almost covered up the sound of the wind flowing beside them.
At one point, Luo Jiujiang almost thought Qianling had reached the point of despair, wanting to just hold him and die. But the next moment, the tongue that had entered between their lips and mouth slowed down again, with a hint of reluctance as the end neared.
"No." Han Qianling stopped kissing, but his forehead was still against Luo Jiujiang's. Only the arms around Luo Jiujiang relaxed a little, "No, I can't bear to let go."
The emotion in his voice was so painful and difficult, and the bitterness was far more than when he rejected Luo Jiujiang's request for sex.
"Go away." Han Qianling trembled and completely released his arms that were hugging Luo Jiujiang. He spoke briefly and even turned his eyes away from Luo Jiujiang, as if Luo Jiujiang was some kind of strange beast that could bewitch people. As long as you inadvertently cast your eyes on him once, you will be bewitched by him and regret it for the rest of your life.
"Qianling?"
"Let's go, Jiujiang." For the first time in his life, Han Qianling's voice was choked with sobs: "I really can't bear to let you die with me."
The news came too suddenly, too quickly, and too unexpectedly, even more unexpected than a bolt of lightning that suddenly struck in broad daylight.
The moment he heard this, Luo Jiujiang felt his brain explode, his rationality vanishing. Panicked, he grabbed Han Qianling's shoulders, forcing him to turn and look directly at him. "—Speak clearly! Han Qianling, tell me clearly, how are you going to do this...what are you going to do?!"
Han Qianling will die.
He learned about this from the memories left behind by the Dragon God only after he absorbed the source of Tao.
As the descendant of the Dragon God, as the last divine dragon in this world, as the descendant of the divine dragon that created the world, after the infant is formed and has endured nine Nascent Soul tribulations, Heaven will send down another thunder tribulation.
That thunder is called "Thunder of Questioning Conscience".
Ask him about his benevolent heart towards the world, ask him about his intention to save all living beings, and ask him if he is qualified to be called the Dragon God who rules the entire world.
If the Thunder of Inquiry succeeds, Han Qianling will be sent to the Netherworld for training. If the Thunder of Inquiry fails, the Heavenly Dao will try its best to wipe him out on the spot.
...But how could Han Qianling have a kind heart?
He was born from the combined evil intent of the Dragon God and the spirits of the mountains and rivers, his soul carrying an indelible trace of malice. He held a deep hatred for all creatures in the world except Luo Jiujiang. His ability to suppress his temper, silently traverse the mountains and rivers stained red by the Dragon God's blood, and even to speak politely to others, was the ultimate in his rationality.
He couldn't even stop hating, let alone loving.
So the road ahead is so clear: there is only death waiting for Han Qianling.
During these days, Han Qianling had made his final effort: he had tried to imitate Luo Jiujiang and try to love this world, but in the end he was almost disgusted to death on the spot.
He had also considered why the Heavenly Dao was necessary since he existed in the world. But the Heavenly Dao was selfless, it didn't even have a will. It was simply order, a mysterious rule that maintained the stability of the entire world. It allowed the countless fragments of the world that had been driven mad by the Dragon God to still exist as three thousand worlds of varying sizes, and it also brought about the corresponding thunder tribulations after cultivators formed their Dan and Infant phases.
It is often said that heaven and earth are unkind and treat all things as straw dogs, but making demands on the dragon, the only alien species that can destroy the entire world order, may be its only kindness.
It is also its most inhumane and cruel.
Since there are already divine dragons and Han Qianling, the descendant of the Dragon God, in the world, why do we need the Way of Heaven?
Because Han Qianling cannot bear this responsibility.
He has no love for this world, he just deeply loves someone in this world.
Moreover, unlike Feng Xue who was in the death zone, the Dragon God threw Han Qianling down in order to make him go crazy and destroy the world, thus cutting off all his escape routes. Therefore, Han Qianling could not even abandon his own cultivation - if he could, he would have taken the initiative to abandon one level of cultivation when he was in the Seven Islands. Why bother to gamble on the chance of implicating Luo Jiujiang to condense his own spiritual energy?
Even if a mutant remained motionless and never engaged in cultivation throughout their lives, their cultivation would still rise spontaneously. Han Qianling couldn't halt his own upward movement, just as ordinary humans couldn't turn back time to the previous snowy winter in spring, or turn a rushing river back in time.
Han Qianling had never understood his future so clearly. After seeing the death that was within reach, the evil thoughts that he had suppressed with all his strength for many years finally got the best opportunity and launched a polar counterattack in his mind.
——Since I am going to die, why not drag the world with me?
——To die because he couldn't show mercy to his enemies, how absurd is this heaven's way! Since he was going to be killed for such an absurd reason, why couldn't he let this world full of blood and sin be buried with him?
——Hasn’t Han Qianling been born for this very purpose?
Han Qianling's sea of consciousness had practically turned into a sea of crimson blood. Countless scattered, ugly thoughts, like fragments of broken limbs, swirled in his mind, carrying with them the grievances of a millennia. "Revenge!" the thought said, "Think of what you'd look like when you were dismembered and devoured." "Buried with you!" a voice within his consciousness shouted, "I want all three thousand worlds to become blood-stained coffins!"
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