Chapter 30 Having summoned the Demon Lord, defying the heavens...
“Demon Lord, what you are looking at now is all of me.”
A low, helpless yet gentle female voice echoed in the room, and Qingyu felt a dull ache in her heart.
The lotus flower is integrated with the statue of the deity. The lotus has no physical form and no human shape. She can only sit on this lotus platform forever.
The girl in red looked up, gazing intently at the compassionate eyes of the goddess on the lotus platform.
She suddenly smiled, and the wind carried away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
"I will bear the consequences of everyone's actions in this town."
The girl raised her hand, and the flower shadows behind her gradually dissipated. Golden spiritual energy gathered from her fingertips onto the lotus phantom in front of the statue. In a short while, the golden light shone brightly, and the girl straightened her back, standing alone before the golden lotus and the statue.
"And you, all you need to do is step down from the altar and enter the cycle of reincarnation."
"Wait for me. When everyone in this town is dead, you must step down from the altar and enter this golden lotus."
Having said that, the two doors of the ancestral hall swung open, and as the wind blew out the candles, the young woman quickly turned around. As her skirt fluttered, her compassionate and noble voice finally choked with emotion.
In the vast darkness of night, her teacher was once again rendered helpless by her.
"Xiaohua, I made a mistake, why do you have to be like this?"
With her back to Jinlian and the statue, Qingyu looked up the moment she heard the name, but tears still streamed down her face.
The girl choked up slightly, desperately suppressing the bitterness in her heart. She didn't dare to turn around, but spoke softly, her tone incredibly stubborn and firm.
"I am your demon lord."
And you, my Lotus Sister, are the teacher who taught me so much.
I should do something for you no matter what.
Good or evil, at this moment, killing all these people for you and freeing you from this ridiculous idol is my way.
The wind grew colder, striking everyone's heart like a chilling blade. This remote town was finally about to meet its end.
Qingyu slowly walked back to the round platform in the town. Qin Tianshu sat alone in the center of the platform with his eyes closed. His fan floated strangely in front of him, and the fan blades emitted a bluish-black spiritual energy, which gradually gathered into countless characters, rolling peacefully behind Qin Tianshu.
It's called an illusion, but it's really just them reenacting what they've done before from another perspective.
Beneath the circular platform, everyone in the town closed their eyes, writhing in agony or weeping. Some people woke up, and before the illusion had even faded, Wen Chuan immediately severed their heads.
Zhang Xuan and Lin Fanxiang, who were kept at a distance by the smell of blood, saw the girl in red gradually approaching them. Zhang Xuan subconsciously looked at Wen Chuan, who was playing a finger-bending game.
Zhang Xuan: "..."
He tugged at Wen Chuan's sleeve, and Wen Chuan sighed before withdrawing his hand.
Qingyu's eyes were slightly red, but she remained calm. She looked at Qin Tianshu in the center of the round platform and asked, "When will he be better?"
Wen Chuan: "It should be a while longer. There are still a dozen or so women left in this town."
Qingyu nodded, but Lin Fanxiang looked at her. The girl in white asked with gentle concern, "Are you alright? Do you need the illusion to end soon?"
Qingyu paused for a moment, then gently curled the corners of her lips and replied, "It's okay, let's wait a little longer."
Zhang Xuan sighed as he listened to their conversation. This town had been involved in the atrocity of trafficking women for decades, and many people had long since become villains in this town, either willingly or unwillingly. Fortunately, in the past year, due to this strange illness that causes women to sleep during the day, no more women have been harmed.
Zhang Xuan wondered how there could be such a crazy place and such vicious people. They were even willing to spend a lot of time traveling to different places, with several people working together to target lone women. Over the decades, countless people had been harmed.
The boy witnessed such evil for the first time, and he was deeply shocked by the wickedness of human nature.
On the high platform, the scholar's eyelashes trembled, and as the ink flowed, he opened his eyes, the fan in front of him swaying gently in the wind.
Qin Tianshu stood up, picked up his fan, and took one last look at the women still in the illusion. He smiled, but still didn't close the fan. He slowly walked down the platform and returned to his friend's side.
Qin Tianshu: "I have already seen it. In this year, most of the innocent, those who couldn't hold on, and those who were struggling have taken the opportunity to commit suicide. The rest are all the people in the audience, who have all done evil deeds to some extent."
He paused for a moment. This place was too remote. Even if someone tried desperately to escape, they would be caught and brought back by the entire town. It was a situation where they could neither live nor die.
Qingyu nodded, then glanced at Wen Chuan.
Wen Chuan understood. He looked at the last dozen or so women. Some had gray hair, and some were still young. Without exception, they were all immersed in Qin Tianshu's illusion, smiling.
The boy looked at his palm, paused for a moment, and then gently bent all his fingers to make a fist—the lives of everyone in this town would stop at this moment.
At that moment, a sudden gust of wind arose from nowhere. The five boys silently stared at the corpses scattered on the ground. The cold wind whipped their clothes wildly, blowing away the heavy stench of blood in the air, and blowing away the lingering sin and pain of this small town.
Following the wind, the boys seemed to see countless flower petals.
The wind that belongs to them has finally arrived on this land.
...
Qingyu felt the wind, looked at the corpses, walked past the men and women, and gradually golden spiritual energy gathered around her. She walked lightly, and the spiritual energy around her became stronger and stronger.
Watching this scene, Zhang Xuan leaned towards Lin Fanxiang and asked, "What is she going to do now?"
Lin Fanxiang: "So many people, you could say they all died at Qingyu's hands. She always does something to bear the consequences of these karmas."
In the cultivation world of Kyushu, the law of cause and effect and reincarnation applies. Whether one is a cultivator, a demon, or even an ordinary person, the Great Dao will reward one for doing good deeds, accumulating virtue, killing, or committing evil. It may not be urgent, or even for a lifetime, but from the moment one does something, fate has already marked everything deep within that person's soul.
Qin Tianshu looked at Qingyu's back and suddenly sneered, "What do you mean? Qingyu did all the good things. Who can't bear the consequences? I even created this illusion."
The torment of the heart is more painful than dying instantly.
Wen Chuan chuckled lightly, "In the end, I can also say that I killed this person."
He controlled the filigree work, and he was the one who did most of the work.
Zhang Xuan looked left and right, a surge of indescribable pride welling up in the young man's heart. "Many of these people were kidnapped by me. Qing Yu heard the commotion and came to help me kidnap people. Don't get me wrong, I am the source, and I also became the murderer."
Lin Fanxiang nodded in agreement with Zhang Xuan's stammering yet seemingly logical words, her expression unchanged. "I am a doctor. If I see hundreds of people die and do not save them, I also have a problem."
The night was still, and the boys could hear each other's words clearly.
"Pfft," Qingyu, who was at the front, chuckled at their words. She took a breath and then turned around.
The girl in red was surrounded by golden spiritual energy. She looked at her friends and smiled helplessly.
"Killing someone is nothing more than a fleeting moment to me, and the consequences are not unbearable."
"I just have one thing to do."
"I want to send a demon who has already died and vanished into the cycle of reincarnation."
Demons possess demonic spirits. Upon death, these spirits either dissipate into the world or fall into the hands of other demons. However, if a demonic spirit is forcibly dispersed while still alive—
Like a cultivator self-destructing, forcibly defying the laws of nature, the soul does not enter the cycle of reincarnation, and the body and soul perish completely.
...
As the hour of Yin (3-5 AM) arrives, the heavy darkness of night finally begins to dissipate, and the blazing sun will soon appear amidst the clouds.
The boys were divided into four corners of the platform, with the girl in red standing in the center.
Zhang Xuan stood in a corner, holding the Blood Moon Blade. Blood dripped from the tip of the blade from his palm, and red spiritual energy surrounded him.
Ironically, Qin Tianshu told him that they needed to use their spiritual energy to give it to Qingyu, but he was a sword cultivator, and Blood Moon was a sword that particularly loved fighting and drawing blood. Wen Chuan and the other two stood quietly in a corner, while he needed someone to wield the sword.
Zhang Xuan: "It's very conspicuous and strange."
In the end, Lin Fanxiang gave him a suggestion: if all else fails, just drip his blood on the knife and drink it; Blood Moon will naturally be satisfied.
Zhang Xuan: "..."
The boy held a sword horizontally in front of him with his right hand, while his left palm was covered in numerous scars, some still dripping blood—"Nurtured by the Blood Moon, your hand is the hand that will be entrusted with a great mission by the heavens."
Lin Fanxiang stood in a corner next to Zhang Xuan. The girl in white was surrounded by a moonlit aura, with the fragrance of medicine gently lingering around her. The medicine pouch at her waist was the source of her spiritual energy.
Rather than saying Lin Fanxiang is a medical cultivator, it would be more accurate to say she is a medicinal cultivator, as her spiritual energy is carried by countless medicinal herbs.
Opposite her was Qin Tianshu. Thank goodness, Qin Tianshu could finally take out his fan and fan himself in the cold night with a clear conscience. Dark blue spiritual energy emanated from the fan blades and surrounded the scholar in blue.
Qin Tianshu thought helplessly. Words were the spiritual energy carrier he had chosen. It would be better to carry a folding fan with words on it than to pull out a book while walking. Wait, what was Wen Chuan's spiritual energy carrier? Such a carrier was, in a sense, a cultivator's weapon. What was Wen Chuan's?
The scholar glanced at Wen Chuan out of the corner of his eye, but Wen Chuan simply stood there, surrounded by a dark blue-black spiritual aura, like the color of the deep sea. At this moment, no one could see where the source of his spiritual aura was.
...
Surrounded by their spiritual energy, Qingyu simply stood there in the center of the circular platform.
Dark clouds loomed overhead, but the newborn sunlight of the day slowly climbed behind them.
Not enough, not enough. The girl's dress fluttered gently as Qingyu gazed intently at the sky. She would wait, until the very last moment before dawn.
The lotus merged with the statue of the deity, and she used all her power to set up an array. When this town perishes, it will be the time when she dies and her soul dissipates, never to be reborn.
Ancient books record that dawn is the most relaxed time in Fengdu, the land of reincarnation.
Qingyu, in her golden lotus form, would send the lotus into reincarnation cleanly, without a trace of cause and effect.
Beneath the dark clouds, the girl in red stood tall and independent, gazing silently at the sky, her thoughts simple yet resolute—
She bears the consequences for the lotus, she wants to wash away the lotus's good and evil, and not only that, she also wants to let it enter the cycle of reincarnation in the light. In a sense, she is going against the will of Heaven.
Finally, the sky began to lighten.
Qingyu reached out, and the golden spiritual energy she had accumulated over time outlined a huge golden lotus shadow in front of the girl.
As the first rays of sunlight were about to illuminate the world.
The girl formed hand seals, and the golden lotus quickly materialized, growing larger and rising until, in that instant, its light illuminated the entire town.
So beautiful and illusory, it even evokes an indescribable sense of fear.
The boys suppressed the fear brought on by the beauty, and Qingyu continued to form hand seals, her intricate gestures shifting as she transmitted streams of golden spiritual energy to the lotus flower in the air—
Qingyu had not felt such terrifying pressure in a long time. It felt as if her internal organs were being squeezed tightly by a giant hand. Blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, and the girl's eyes were filled with endless fighting spirit.
She struggled; she was determined to do it, even if she failed.
Bloodshot streaks appeared in her eyes, and for a fleeting moment, the girl seemed to truly hear a faint echo from the Land of Reincarnation—
"What you are fighting against is not me, but the Dao heart of the lotus."
Qingyu looked up in silence, tears of blood streaming down her face as she gazed at the golden lotus.
"The formations I taught Lotus never had any restrictions."
"Children under the age of five will not be affected by the formation because of Lotus's kindness."
Lotus, did you hear it? Did you hear the children crying? That was your evil deed, and also your good deed.
You can be afraid, you can be terrified, you can cry.
But in the end, you must calmly accept the cruelty of fate, face the harshness of reality, and then do everything you can.
Never give in, never give up.
The worst outcome is nothing more than closing your eyes and stepping into an unknown dream called death.
...
I'm sorry I couldn't take you home.
But you must take good care of yourself and be happy in your new life.
Qingyu gently, and finally, looked at the golden lotus.
The giant golden lotus spun in the sky above the town. Inside the shrine, the lotus finally stepped down from the altar, its soul disappearing into the small golden lotus in front of the statue.
In that instant, the two golden lotuses vanished, one disappearing into the sky and the other settling into the cycle of reincarnation.
As dawn broke, the distant sound of a baby crying could be heard.
The pink, withered bones vanished along with the golden lotus in that instant.
Jinlian led them into the cycle of reincarnation.
They will all have a bright new life.
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