Chapter 47 Tragic Death. Mu Qingheng, his soul shattered and his spirit torn apart, fell into the endless abyss. ...
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Three days later, Endless Cliff.
The sky was overcast and gloomy today, with dark clouds looming overhead, as if a storm was about to break.
Many members of the Celestial Clan were present to witness the execution. Although they found it hard to believe that the Heavenly Emperor had handed down such a cruel and vicious punishment, they also felt that it was justified, considering the heinous crimes committed by Mu Qingheng.
"Mu Qingheng is still young, but the Endless Cliff has no end. He will have to suffer this punishment."
"To treat Her Highness the Princess so cruelly is utterly despicable! Who knows what other sinister schemes she might concoct in the future? This punishment is well deserved."
"He can neither live nor die. Who told him to be a demon? He should spend the rest of his life in endless darkness, with no end in sight. He should have plenty of time to repent for his sins."
"You make it sound so easy. Children of the demon race are all heartless! I'm afraid no matter how much time passes, it will be useless. They will never understand their sins until they die."
"..."
Countless words poured into his ears from all directions, but Mu Qingheng remained expressionless and showed no reaction whatsoever.
He carried a magical incantation and walked forward calmly, step by step. Looking at the cliff edge drawing ever closer, he finally turned back for one last look.
Mengmeng didn't come.
Yes, she said that day that was the last time they would see each other.
There was no fear in Mu Qingheng's eyes, only deep longing and loss.
The wind at the edge of the endless cliff was bone-chilling. He slowly lowered his head, reached out and gently touched his chest. He inadvertently touched the thin piece of paper in his arms, and Mu Qingheng's gaze darkened—this was given to him by the Heavenly Emperor the night before, to be carried close to his body.
It wasn't that he was greedy for life, nor was he afraid of death; it was just that he had too many concerns about the murderer who looked exactly like him. If he couldn't personally eliminate this scourge and see Mengmeng live a peaceful life, he simply couldn't bear to die so hastily.
His life was in Mengmeng's hands. As long as he found that person and killed him to eliminate any future troubles, he would never live a life of dishonor and would surely return to Mengmeng to be at her mercy.
He pondered silently, then suddenly his gaze sharpened, and he stopped in his tracks.
In an instant, Mu Qingheng's brows furrowed. He felt subtle changes in the blood flowing through his body—the pain that was slowly spreading made him realize that something terrible was about to happen again.
He had already experienced two episodes of the Soul-Shattering Dream, the excruciating pain of which he would never forget. But both times he endured it alone; no one saw how pitiful and wretched he was.
But now it's happening in full view of everyone.
Mu Qingheng's Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he gradually clenched his fingers.
He was still a short distance from the cliff, and he tried to resist, gritting his teeth and persevering to the edge, but his heart couldn't take it. Even the slightest disappointment or sadness would turn into immense pain in the face of Shattered Soul Dream.
Hallucinations beget hallucinations, countless images layer upon layer, leading to endless despair.
Mist, mist...
Mu Qingheng's eyes gradually became empty, filled with pain, and even a hint of fear.
The first to notice something was wrong was Mu Luo. Today was Mu Qingheng's execution day, and fearing he might try something, she naturally came along. Seeing him calm and composed the whole way, she vaguely knew that his heart had been moved by love, and he was instinctively unwilling to resist, so she gradually felt relieved. Who knew that when they reached the cliff edge, he would start acting strangely.
She stared intently at him, and after a moment, slowly released her grip on the hilt of her sword. Her eyes swept over him, revealing a disdainful and chilling smile.
It turns out that the Shattered Soul Dream had taken effect.
Indeed, since she gave him this miraculous medicine, she hadn't yet witnessed his miserable state. This scene was something she should really enjoy, to appease her boundless rage at seeing him inflict such cruelty.
After a while, he fell off the endless cliff. Even though he suffered such heart-wrenching pain in the darkness throughout his life, she would never have the chance to see him again.
Among the Celestial Clan, only Mu Luo knew what was going on. The others watched in confusion as Mu Qingheng's face gradually turned pale, and then he slowly bent his knees, as if he could no longer support himself and knelt on one knee.
He was trembling all over, his eyes were bloodshot, and his bloodless lips kept opening and closing. Only a few indistinct syllables were carried by the breeze from afar, and it was impossible to hear what he was muttering.
Mu Qingheng stared straight ahead.
He could see clearly that Mengmeng was wearing a spotless, flowing fairy dress, looking ethereal and beautiful, her eyes sparkling. She was standing in front of him, tilting her head to look at him.
Her eyes were exquisitely beautiful, seemingly shimmering with water, and with a gentle turn, she possessed an ethereal beauty. With snow-white skin, jet-black hair, and lips as red as blood, he had never seen a girl more beautiful than Mengmeng in his entire life.
"Mengmeng..." he called her cautiously.
Mengmeng frowned.
Her gaze swept over him from top to bottom, and she gave a cold, disgusted laugh: "Mu Qingheng?"
Yes… He looked at Mengmeng ingratiatingly and took two steps forward gently.
Mengmeng immediately backed away, as if avoiding something filthy, then casually curled her lips, "Don't look at me like that. What's in your eyes? Is it love? You're disgusting."
Her voice was sweet and clear, once like soft candy that could melt anyone's heart. Now, it still had that sweet tone, but every word was like a poisoned knife, ready to torture him to death at will.
Mu Qingheng shuddered.
He bent slightly, his back arched, as if asking her, or perhaps speaking to himself: Mengmeng, you said you wouldn't see me again, but you still came… Have you forgiven me even a little bit? Even just a little bit…
His voice was broken and fragmented, consisting of only a handful of syllables, which were nothing more than meaningless pieces.
Mengmeng still smiled: "Huh? What did you say? I can't hear you."
Mu Qingheng's Adam's apple bobbed as he looked at her reverently and repeated himself. He spoke very slowly and with great effort, but he still couldn't produce a clear and melodious voice as effortlessly as before.
After repeating this countless times, she finally let out a sweet, dreamy laugh: "Alright, no need to say anymore. Forgive you... how dare you? Mu Qingheng, what have you done that deserves forgiveness? You shouldn't have been born into this world in the first place. You don't even deserve to live, yet you dare to dream of forgiveness. Who do you think you are? Let me tell you, even if you die ten thousand times, chopped into a pile of rotten flesh and blood, you'll only add a few more disgusting things to this world."
Her full, red lips parted gently, delicate and lovely like a flower, and she spoke each word clearly and slowly.
Mu Qingheng listened blankly, a hint of tears gradually appearing in his dull phoenix eyes, slowly gathering into beads, and then sliding down one by one in despair.
He knelt down and cautiously stretched out his hands: "Mengmeng, what can I do to make you dislike me even a little bit? I know I don't deserve it... but please... just a little less disgust..."
He didn't expect Mengmeng to forgive him, nor did he dare to hope that she would smile at him again. He knew he didn't deserve any of that.
“It’s impossible not to hate you. You’re a sinful person, disgusting. Just seeing you, just thinking about you, makes me feel incredibly nauseous,” Mengmeng gently reached out, her fingertips tracing his beautiful eyebrows, his high nose, and his slender, elegant jawline. “Your face is utterly repulsive. Even if you were torn off and become a grotesque, inhuman creature, it would be better to look at you than you are now.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Mu Qingheng hurriedly withdrew his hand and groped around on the ground, his hands trembling. Soon, he found a sharp stone, picked it up, and pointed the tip at his face.
Once, twice, three times... as if oblivious to the pain, he kept slashing his cheeks with the sharp stone, and blood quickly stained his hands, his clothes, and the yellow earth.
But he seemed oblivious to the pain and remained unsatisfied; tears streamed down his face, yet his eyes held a great deal of joy: "Mengmeng, are you feeling better now...?"
In the crowd, the Heavenly Emperor frowned and licked his lips uneasily.
His brows furrowed—he couldn't go up and stop Mu Qingheng. He had written the execution order himself, and it was also his decision to let him fall into the Endless Cliff. But if he saw Mu Qingheng harming himself and had to stop him, the Heavenly Clan members wouldn't be fools. They would definitely suspect that there was something wrong with this.
The Heavenly Emperor's eyes were filled with anxiety. He took two deep breaths and turned his head to give Mu Luo a cold and sharp look.
Mu Luo raised her chin at him without caring, revealing a sharp, cold smile.
At the edge of the cliff, Mu Qingheng was completely unaware of what was happening. He saw Mengmeng sneer and straighten up: "Barely. What's the use of ruining your face? Actually, I was just saying that casually. What you should do is die."
“True death. Don’t think about following the Heavenly Emperor’s arrangements to find a murderer for me. Even if you find that person, kill him, and then return to me to be slaughtered at my mercy, it won’t do. Because you don’t even have the right to work for me. You should die immediately, die cleanly and never come back. Maybe that way, when I think of you after millions of years, I’ll feel less annoyed.”
Okay, okay... Mu Qingheng tossed down ten yuan and immediately reached into his pocket to fumble for the thin piece of paper, like an ignorant child who would receive a smiling praise as long as he completed the task assigned by the adults quickly and well.
He touched the paper and tore it to shreds without hesitation.
It was as if tearing it wasn't enough, and it would even self-restore; Mu Qingheng practically crushed it into powder.
The Heavenly Emperor's gaze sharpened, and he couldn't help but step forward—but it was too late. His fists were clenched tightly as he watched helplessly as Mu Qingheng tore the crucial piece of paper to shreds in an instant.
With his life-saving charm gone, he no longer had time to prepare anything.
The sword is on the string and must be drawn. The execution date has arrived, and they are already standing on the land of Endless Cliff. What excuse can he use to delay it?
It's not too late to tell the truth now... but can he bear the price to save Mu Qingheng's life? The Heavenly Emperor slowly turned his head to look at his daughter not far away.
He is not alone; he has Luo Luo and Meng Meng.
The Heavenly Emperor's eyes darted around a few times before he finally let out a long sigh.
I'm sorry, Heng'er.
I still have unfulfilled responsibilities as a father. Once my two daughters are both well, I will definitely come to be with you.
Finally, the Heavenly Emperor suddenly closed his eyes, his arm fell limply to his sides, and his fingers relaxed little by little.
Almost everyone present was stunned. They watched in disbelief as Mu Qingheng, like a madman, tore something to pieces, then carefully held the fragments in his hands and offered them forward, as if someone were standing in front of him—
No, it's not accurate to call him a person; it should be his deity, his faith.
But there was nothing in front of him, only a cold, chilling gust of wind. With a gentle gust, the scattered scraps of paper were swept away, swirled twice, and then disappeared from sight.
Full of hope, Mu Qingheng gazed at Mengmeng with devotion. He didn't ask her to soften her expression, but only that if she spoke again, she wouldn't be so cold and piercing, considering that he was about to die.
Mengmeng seemed satisfied, and a faint smile finally appeared on her pure and innocent face.
Mu Qingheng couldn't help but curl up the corners of her lips, her smile even looking a little silly.
The next moment, Mengmeng bent down slightly, leaned close to his ear, and whispered like a mischievous child, "But what should we do? Although I told you not to obey the Heavenly Emperor's arrangements, I didn't mean for you to tear up that piece of paper. I wanted to play with it. What should we do now? It's gone."
She slowly walked away, shaking her head at him: "Sure enough, everything you do is disgusting, because you are a heartless monster."
Mu Qingheng's lips were still curved, but they froze there. It took a long time for them to come to their senses before they stiffly and mechanically fell down little by little.
He could barely see any light, only countless points of light that had changed color due to the intense pain. For a moment, it felt as if all the sharp blades in the world had pierced his body at once, and he had been crushed again and again.
His vision blurred with water, Mu Qingheng sadly shuffled forward a few steps, his knees trembling. He humbly and cautiously reached out and gently grasped the hem of the snow-white skirt.
misty……
Mengmeng, I have a heart...
It will hurt...
It hurts a lot.
No matter how unbearable this pain is, if what you want is for me to die completely, I would feel that... you are actually showing me pity.
Mu Qingheng's wet eyes were devoid of light. He didn't know that he hadn't grabbed any snow-white dress; he had simply gently stroked the withered leaves on the ground.
Finally, he closed his eyes in despair, and after a long time, he slowly opened them. Suddenly, he stretched his right hand towards the sky, clenched his ring finger, and emitted a golden light.
"What is he going to do?!" The Celestial Clan members were startled and immediately took two steps forward.
Mu Luo's gaze sharpened as she squinted at Mu Qingheng.
The Heavenly Emperor licked his lips uneasily, gazing at the golden light with a deep frown.
Suddenly, a figure swung down from the giant rock at the edge of the endless cliff. His movements were swift and decisive. After landing, he casually waved his sleeve, and his snow-white silver hair fluttered in the air with the movement.
He was handsome and had a powerful aura. His spiritual power was also unfathomable, making him seem difficult to deal with. Moreover, he was clearly summoned by Mu Qingheng, and everyone's eyes were fixed on him warily.
Some people were slowly drawing their swords when the Heavenly Emperor suddenly stopped them in a low voice: "No one is allowed to move."
Upon hearing his voice, Feng Xixue turned her head as if sensing something, and their eyes met in the air—the Heavenly Emperor remained calm and composed, while Feng Xixue slowly curled up a cold smile.
Soon, he turned his eyes away, not giving anyone another glance, and walked step by step to Mu Qingheng's side as if he were in an empty place.
He glanced down at him and commented, "You're really pathetic."
Mu Qingheng ignored his sarcasm, raised his eyes with a firm expression, and said in a cold and terrifying gaze: "Feng Xixue, I want you to do something for me."
His voice was barely audible, almost entirely muffled, but Feng Xixue clearly read his lips, a disdainful smirk playing on her lips. "I didn't appear because you summoned me, I—"
"Once you've done it, I'll tell you about the reincarnation of the person you've been searching for."
"What did you say?!" Feng Xixue's eyes turned icy cold in an instant. He caught his breath and was about to grab Mu Qingheng to ask for clarification, but Mu Qingheng was already prepared. He suddenly stood up and quickly darted forward more than ten meters, stopping just at the edge of the cliff.
He stood there, the blood drained from his face, his complexion pale and almost transparent, like a bubble that might disappear at any moment.
Feng Xixue stared coldly at him, seeing his lips part and open: "I want you to protect Mengmeng for three hundred years, until she completely refines the Crimson Heart Pill. At that time, you will naturally receive the clues I have prepared for you, and you will be able to meet your beloved again in all your future lives."
In that case, he should be able to feel a little more at ease.
After Mu Qingheng finished speaking, he stopped looking at Feng Xixue and turned his gaze to the empty space in front of him.
The wind howled and blew, billowing his thin clothes and causing his long, jet-black hair to flutter in the wind, making him both stunningly beautiful and chillingly cold.
"Mengmeng," Mu Qingheng called out in an extremely gentle voice.
It was silent. But you could tell from his expression how tenderly and lovingly he called that name.
"I'm sorry, Mengmeng, I broke my promise. I said I would find the murderer, but now I've entrusted you to someone else. I hope this matter... won't disgust or annoy you."
"I'm sorry, Mengmeng...it hurts so much..."
Would you be happier if I died?
Even just a little bit would be wonderful. After two lifetimes, I can finally... bring you joy again.
Mu Qingheng took one last look at the lively and beautiful girl, and slowly closed his eyes.
His pale lips curled slightly upward, his black hair fluttered gently, a broken yet exquisite beauty.
I long to cherish you, pamper you, and protect you for a lifetime of peace and happiness, but as you said, I no longer have that right.
Don't cry anymore. Making you cry is the most regrettable thing I've ever done in my life.
If possible, please don't feel too much hatred when you think of me in the future. I never want to make you sad again, so please don't let me commit this unforgivable sin again long after I've been dead.
Mu Qingheng's eyes gradually moistened, and a crystal tear suddenly slid down, disappearing quickly along the beautifully shaped jawline.
His body surged with golden light, and in an instant, the light intensified, with countless golden points of light rising from behind him.
Everyone present stared wide-eyed, and some even let out a low gasp.
Shattered soul and torn spirit.
Who could have imagined that Mu Qingheng's resolve to die would be so resolute!
Everything happened too fast. Without hesitation, Mu Qingheng tore his own soul apart. His closed eyes never opened again. His tall and upright body, without the support of his soul, fell backward in an instant.
"Heng'er—!" The Heavenly Emperor finally couldn't help but shout, rushing to the edge of the cliff and looking down, tears welling up in his eyes.
After he spoke, the entire place fell silent, as if they were still reeling from what they had just witnessed. The world was quiet, with only the endless cold wind howling past without restraint.
Mu Qingheng is dead.
That desperate and broken young figure left no word for the world before his soul shattered and he fell off the cliff.
Like a fluttering butterfly, it blinks twice and then disappears from sight.
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