Enveloped in billions of black particles, his body slowly floated up, his eyes, mouth, and nose filled with endless black particles.
"I understand," Fang Xiu's deep voice rang out.
"It turns out I mastered the ability of true injury a long time ago, but I never realized it because... true injury is my ability!"
He looked at his wife, whose face showed a look of relief, his voice indifferent as a god, yet also manic as a demon, two completely different tones emanating from his mouth.
"The Profound Meaning of Pain—Sorrow!"
"Just feel my pain, my wife!"
boom!
Billions of black particles surged into his wife's body. She groaned, her face turned deathly pale, and her body trembled as if she were experiencing immense pain, yet she was laughing.
Looking at Fang Xiu, who had avenged his great enemy, she smiled even more bitterly beautifully: "You finally comprehended the ability that was originally yours. I also learned about the true injury from you, but in the end, I am still not as good as you."
In countless cycles of reincarnation, whether I remind you or not, you will eventually come to your senses. Because you are unable to take revenge, you will eventually fall into extreme pain and then comprehend the profound meaning of suffering. This is inevitable; it's just a matter of how long it takes.
I'm reminding you only so you can suffer less.
His wife's figure began to become transparent, as if slowly dissipating. She looked at Fang Xiu one last time with lingering affection.
"So this is the pain you've been enduring all this time? I feel it now, my husband."
As soon as she finished speaking, her figure could no longer hold on and finally vanished completely into the world.
Fang Xiu remained silent, standing there gazing in the direction where his wife had disappeared. No one knew what he was thinking at that moment.
Is it over?
"Honey, I'm back!"
Fang Xiu's expression suddenly turned ferocious. He lowered his head and stared intently at his chest, only to see a beautiful woman's head growing out of it.
With a charming smile, it's my wife!
His wife winked at him: "I told you, you can't kill me, I wasn't lying, was I?"
The next moment, his wife detached from Fang Xiu like a ghost and stood gracefully in front of him.
What awaited her was the ultimate meaning of suffering—the pain of death!
Endless black particles surged out, once again engulfing his wife.
As expected, his wife grew back from Fang Xiu's body.
Once, twice, three times... eighteen times!
No matter how many times I tried, the result was the same; it was as if my wife was impossible to kill.
Once upon a time, Fang Xiu thought he was the hardest person to kill in the world, until he met his wife.
Fang Xiu's expression grew increasingly cold as he examined his body, trying to understand why his wife could keep resurrecting from him.
That's right, it's resurrection.
He clearly sensed that his wife had truly died under the power of the Painful Mystery, yet she kept resurrecting.
Why?! Why is this happening?!
He examined his entire body countless times, but still couldn't find the source of his wife's resurrection.
Isn't it in the body and soul?
He killed his wife again, then immersed his consciousness in his inner world, and finally!
He found it! He found the source of his wife's resurrection!
At this moment, Fang Xiu was shaken to his core, for he discovered that his wife had actually come back to life from within him!
What on earth is going on?!
At this moment, a pair of jade-like hands slowly wrapped around Fang Xiu from behind, and a warm, soft body pressed against his back.
His wife's gentle voice rang in his ears: "Husband, don't you understand? I was resurrected from your hatred."
Fang Xiu's body trembled, his eyes momentarily glazed over. To be resurrected from my hatred, doesn't that mean...?
His wife continued, "Don't forget, besides being a corrupted Heavenly Dao, I am also the source of pollution. You're curious about what the source of pollution is, aren't you?"
Let me tell you, this is the source of the pollution.
As he spoke, his wife gently opened her arms, revealing a crystal-clear drop of blood in her hand. The drop of blood was exquisite, like the most precious ruby in the world.
Looking directly at it is like looking into an abyss; an unimaginable force engulfs your gaze, making it impossible to look away.
His wife withdrew her hand and said softly, "As you can see, this is a drop of blood, a drop of demonic blood from beyond the heavens. It seems to be the source of demons, containing incredible power. No one knows where it came from. All that is known is that the moment it arrived in this world, the Heavenly Dao was inevitably corrupted."
Now I control this drop of demonic blood, which corresponds to all evil in the world, including the evil thoughts in people's hearts. Therefore, I can be reborn from evil thoughts. As long as evil thoughts in the world are not destroyed, I will never perish!
Husband, do you understand? Even if you destroy the whole world, as long as there is hatred in your heart, you can never kill me.
Fang Xiu's face suddenly turned pale. At this moment, he finally understood why his wife had sent his clones to kill him eighteen times when he first transmigrated.
She did it to sow hatred!
That damned bitch was plotting from the very beginning; she was in an invincible position from the start!
For some reason, Fang Xiu suddenly felt like laughing. He laughed at himself for being powerless against his enemy, and at being outmaneuvered from beginning to end, unable to win even with all the advantages.
At this moment, his wife came to Fang Xiu's side, hugged him tightly, and pleaded, "Husband, give up, please listen to me this time, okay?"
Fang Xiu's expression was blank, his eyes bloodshot. He laughed in a hoarse voice: "Hahaha... I can only kill you if I let go of my hatred, but how can I kill you if I let go of my hatred?!"
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